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 I'm right. The Anglian officers like to hint at the frauds in our
quartermaster's department at Havilla, but I shut them up by asking how
much their officers made off the horses they bought for South Africa in
Hungary. Then they shut up like a clasp-knife. Officers talk a lot about
their 'brother officers,' and you'd think they loved each other a lot,
but I find they're all glad so many were killed in South Africa because
it gives them a lot of promotion. I tell you the officers of all the
armies like to have a good list of dead officers after each battle, if
they are only their superiors in rank. I've been picking up all I can
among the different soldiers, and learning a lot. I was just talking to
a lot of Anglian soldiers now. They were sharpening sabers and bayonets
on grindstones. One of the older ones was telling me how they used to
flog in the army. They had a regular parade, and the drummers used to
lay on the lash, while a doctor watched so that they shouldn't go too
far. Sometimes the young subalterns who were in command would faint away
at the sight. "'But it was so manly, sir,' the fellow said to me. 'The
army isn't what it was. But the other armies keep it up still, and we
still birch youngsters in the navy so we needn't despair of the world.'"
"When will the campaign be over?" asked Sam. "There's no telling. All
the armies are afraid to leave, for fear the ones that are left will get
some advantage from the Porsslanese Government. They're a high old lot
of allies. It's a queer busine