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minds. We'll never quite remember, and never quite forget, what it looks like.
" If they spoil my quiff," says Barker, fluffing up his forelock, "blimey if I don't run away to sea."
We straggle into the barber's shop.
Later we were to hear dark, emphatic tales of barrack barbers; old soldiers' stories, punctuated with fearful oaths and paragraphed with pregnant pauses, of atrocities committed with 4-0 Clippers on unsuspecting skulls. Ah, the" good Old Soldier ! He will make a history of oppression and a drama of unutterable crime out of every grain of sand in the midday cabbage.
Months later I was to hear Sergeant Tug's tale of early sufferings in the barber's chair.
Tug, with burning eyes, talking of that barber as an Armenian might talk of Turks; thrusting forward his flat-nosed, stubborn-jawed, dour, hard face, morosely smiling, and saying :
" You're issued with a comb. Get it? A comb. And a brush. D'you foller me? A brush. What are you issued with a brush and comb for? Answer me that? What for, I ask? I'll tell you what for. To comb and brush your hair. Do you see that? To comb and brush your hair. Now listen to me. Some blokes round this camp are vague, if you get what I mean, vague about hair-cutting regulations. Right. Some say your hair mustn't be more than two inches long on top. Be that as it may. I say, you got to be left with sufficient hair to brush and comb. King's Regulations, by God ! And to crop a man's head is to defy the King. To defy the King and country ! Do you foller me? It's like saying

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