6/23 The serjeant was describing a military life. It was all drinking, he said, except that there were frequent intervals of eating and love-making. A battle was the finest thing in the world--when your side won it--and Englishmen always did that. 'Supposing you should be killed, sir ?' said a timid voice in one corner. 'Well, sir, supposing you should be,' said the serjeant, 'what then? |