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THE FOUNDRY

"Seven years, four months, eleven days. And let me tell you, you get it cushy 'ere now. You ought to of joined the peace-time Guards for real soldiering. Ah, those were the days, son. Those were the good old days. You couldn't call your soul your own. Why, when I come 'ere as a recruit, like you, they pretty near broke my 'earl. Three suits o' scarlet, S.D., and everything. White webbing, mind you, and it 'ad to be perfect. Perfect? More than perfect. If it was only perfect, you went in the book. We used to bianco our webbing day and night. Then, if there was so much as a sponge-mark on it, our Trained Soldier would chuck it plonk into the coal-box. As for brasses, well, all I can say is, gorblimey. The slightest speck, and you was run into the cooler faster than your legs could carry you. As for chasings on the square, we used to faint in leaps. I remember when I was on a Buck Guard ..."
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" Buckingham Palace. Buck is the Palace. Jimmy is St. James; I lowered my butt less than aa quarter of an inch. I got seven days. Blimey. Some of you will be in my squad, I suppose. I tell you 'eree and now : do as you're told, and you'll be all right. Nobody'll worry you, just so long as you make your minds up to do just what you're told. You've got to get yourself into the Army way of doing things. You've got nothing to worry about. All the worrying is done for you. Get that. All you do is, obey. If you've got a loaf to use, you'll be given a chance to use it later on. Meanwhile, you got no responsibility, except in obeying an order exactly as it's give you. My name is Brand, Trained Soldier Brand. Bear that in mind.... Ah-ah, there

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