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There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the... →
To the soldier, luck is merely another word for skill.
Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to... →
Save for minor ailments and accident, my battalion is practically immune from sickness; colds come and go as a matter of course, sprains and cuts... →
Every battalion has its marching songs.
A clock struck out the hour of twelve, and the bird in the hedgerow was still singing as we marched out to the roadway, and followed our merry pipers... →
Divisional exercise is a great game of make-believe.
Even the distribution of rations leaves much to be desired; the fatigue party, well-intentioned and sympathetic though it be, often finds itself... →
Few men could explain why they enlisted, and if they attempted they might only prove that they had done as a politician said the electorate does, the... →
I am one of the million or more male residents of the United Kingdom, who a year ago had no special yearning towards military life, but who joined... →
The soldiers' last meal is generally served out about five o'clock in the afternoon, sometimes earlier; and a stretch of fourteen hours... →
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