"The O.C.of my camp asked me to go out with him," he said at last, feebly.
The other picked up a blue pencil and scrawled further on the order.
"We've had too much of this lately," he said icily.

"Officers appear to think they can travel when and how they please.

You will report to the D.A.Q.M.G.

at Headquarters, 3rd Echelon." He handed the folded order back, and the miserable Peter had a notion that he meant to add: "And God have mercy on your soul." He ventured a futile remonstrance.

"The R.T.O.said you could perhaps alter the date." The Major leaned back and regarded him in silence as a remarkable phenomenon such as had not previously come his way.