... A...." 107
VIII
LAUNDRY PROBLEMS 121
IX
ON BUTTONS 137
X
A WORD ABOUT "SLACKERS IN KHAKI" 147
XI
THE RECREATION ROOMS 159
XII
THE COCKNEY 173
XIII
THE STATION PARTY 201
XIV
SLANG IN A WAR HOSPITAL 219
XV
A BLIND MAN'S HOME-COMING 235
I
MY FIRST DAY
The sergeant in charge of the clothing store was curt. He couldn't help
it: he had run short of tunics, also of "pants"--except three pairs
which wouldn't fit me, wouldn't fit anybody, unless we enlisted three
very fat dwarfs: he had kept on asking for tunics and pants, and they'd
sent him nothing but great-coats and water-bottles: I could take his
word for it, he wished he was at the Front, he did, instead of in this
blessed hole filling in blessed forms for blessed clothes which never
came. Impossible, anyhow, to rig me out. I was going on duty, was I?
Then I must go on duty in my "civvies."
It was a disappointment. Your new recruit feels that no small item of
his reward is the privilege of beholding himself in khaki.
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