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    'You shouldn't do it; sir; ' said the sergeant…major; who had been my guide and prop since I joined the pany。 'You shouldn't really。'
    'That wasn't our rubbish。'
    'Maybe not; sir; but you know how it is。 If you get on the wrong side of senior officers they take it out of you other ways。'

    As we marched past the madhouse; two or three elderly inmates gibbered and mouthed politely behind the railings。
    'Cheeroh; chum; we'll be seeing you'; 'We shan't be long now'; 'Keep smiling till we meet again'; the men called to them。
    I was marching with Hooper at; the head of the leading platoon。
    'I say; any idea where we're off to? '
    'None。'
    'Do you think it's the real thing?'
    'No。'
    'Just a flap?'
    'Yes。'
    'Everyone's been saying we're for it。 I don't know what to think really。 Seems so silly somehow; all this drill and training if we never go into action。'
    'I shouldn't worry。 There'll be plenty for everyone in time。'
    'Oh; I don't want much you know。 Just enough to say I've been in it。'
    A train of antiquated coaches was waiting for us at the siding; an R。T。O。 was in charge; a fatigue party was loading the last of。 the kit…bags from the trucks to the luggage vans。 In half an hour we were ready to start and in an hour we started。
    My three platoon manders and myself had a carriage to ourselves。 They ate sandwiches and chocolate; smoked and slept。 None of them had a book。 For the first three or four hours they noted the names of the towns and leaned out of the windows when; as often happened; we stopped between stations。 Later they lost interest。 At midday and again at dark some tepid cocoa was ladled from a container into our mugs。 The train moved slowly south through flat; drab main…line scenery。
    The chief incident in the day was the … C。O。's 'order group'。 We assembled in his carriage; at the summons of an orderly; and found him and the adjutant wearing their steel helmets and equipment。 The first thing he said was: 'This is an Order Group。 I expect you to attend properly dressed。 The fact that we happen to be in a train is immaterial。' I thought he was going to send us back but; after glaring at us; he said; 'Sit down。'
    'The camp was left in a disgraceful condition'。 Wherever I went I found evidence that officers are not doing their duty。 The state in which a camp is left is the best possible test of the efficiency of regimental officers。 It is on such matters that the reputation of a battalion and its mander rests。 'And' … did he in fact say this or am I finding words for the resentment in his voice and eye? I think he left it unsaid … 'I do not intend to have my professional reputation promised by the slackness of a few temporary officers。'
    We sat with our note…books and pencils waiting to take down the details of our next jobs。 A more sensitive man would have seen that he had failed to be impressive; perhaps he saw; for he added in a petulant schoolmasterish way: 'All I ask is loyal cooperation。'
    Then he referred to his notes and read:
    'Orders。
    'Information。 The battalion is now in transit between location A and location B。 This is a major L of C and is liable to bombing and gas attack from the enemy。
    'Intention。 I intend to arrive at location B。
    'Method。 Train will arrive at destination at approximately 2315 hours 。 。 。' and so on。
    The sting came at the end under the heading; 'Administration'。 'C' pany; less one platoon; was to unload the train on arrival at the siding where three three…tonners would be available for moving all stores to a battalion dump in the new camp; work to continue until pleted; the remaining platoon was to find a guard on the dump and perimeter sentries for the camp area。
    'Any questions?'
    'Can we have an issue of cocoa for the working party?'
    'No。 Any more questions?'
    When I told the sergeant…major of these orders he said: 'Poor old 〃C〃 pany struck unlucky again'; and I knew this to be a reproach for my having antagonized the manding officer。
    I told the platoon manders。
    'I say;' said Hooper; 'it makes it awfully awkward with the chaps。 They'll be fairly browned off。 He always seems to pick on us for the dirty work。'
    'You'll do guard。'
    'Okeydoke。 But I say; how am I to find the perimeter in the dark?'
    Shortly after blackout we were disturbed by an orderly making his way lugubriously down the length of the train with a rattle。 One of the more sophisticated sergeants called out 'Deuxieme service。'
    'We are being sprayed with liquid mustard…gas;' I said。 'See that the windows are shut。' I then wrote a neat little situation report to say that there were no casualties and nothing had been contaminated; that men had been detailed to decontaminate the outside of the coach before detraining。 This seemed to satisfy the manding officer; for we heard no more from him。 After dark we all slept。
    At last; very late; we came to our siding。 It was part of our training in security and active service conditions that we should eschew stations and platforms。 The drop from the running board to the cinder track made for disorder and breakages in the darkness。
    'Fall in on the road below the embankment。 〃C〃 pany seems to be taking their time as usual; Captain Ryder。'
    'Yes; sir。 We're having a little; difficulty。 with the bleach。'
    'Bleach?'
    'For decontaminating the outside of the coaches; sir。'
    'Oh very conscientious; I'm sure。 Skip it and get a move on。'
    By now my half…awake and sulky men were clattering into shape on the road。 Soon Hooper's platoon had marched off into the darkness; I found the lorries organized lines of men to ass the stores from hand to hand down the steep bank; and; presently; as they found themselves doing something with an apparent purpose in it; they got more cheerful。 I handled stores with them for the first half hour; then broke off to meet the pany second…in…mand who came down with the first returning truck。
    'It's not a bad camp;' he reported; 'big private house with two or three lakes。 Looks as if we might get some duck if we're lucky。 Village with one pub and a post office。 No town within miles。 I've managed to get a hut between the two of us。'
    By four in the morning the work was done。 I drove in the last lorry; through tortuous lanes where the overhanging boughs whipped the windscreen; somewhere we left the lane and turned into a drive; somewhere we reached an open space where two drives converged and a ring of storm lanterns marked the heap of stores。 Here we unloaded the truck and; at long last; followed the guides to our quarters; under a starless sky; with a fine drizzle of rain beginning now to fall。

    I slept until my servant called me; rose wearily; dressed and shaved in silence。 It was not till I reached the door that I asked the second…in…mand; 'What's this place called?'
    He told me and; on the instant; it was as though someone had switched off the wireless; and a voice that had been bawling in my ears; incessantly; fatuously; for days beyond number; had been suddenly cut short; an immense silence followed; empty at first; but gradually; as my outraged sense regained authority; 
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