All I think of is coming out of it with a whole skin.' He laughed.

'You do yourself an injustice.

What about the forward observation post at the Lone Tree?
You forgot about the whole skin then.' I felt myself getting red.

'That was all rot,' I said, 'and I can't think who told you about it.

I hated the job, but I had to do it to prevent my subalterns going to glory.