The sick chaps first.

By Jove, here's the sergeant major himself." "What's all this ?" inquired the sergeant major in his gruffest voice.
"Who's responsible for this fire ?" "Coffee, sergeant major ?" answered Barry, handing him a tin full.
"But what-- ?" "Drink it first, sergeant major." The sergeant major took the mess tin and tasted the coffee.
"Well, this IS fine," he declared, "and it's what the boys want.

But this fire is against orders, sir.

I ought to have it put out." "You will have it put out over my dead body, sergeant major," cried the M.O.
"And mine," added Barry.
"By gad, we'll chance the zeps, sir," said the sergeant major.

"This freezin' rain will kill more men than a bomb.