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THE FOUNDRY

"Say there was bullets up the spouts of them rifles. Say there was live rounds. There couldn't be, but just say. Well, you'd all be dead. It is strictly forbidden to point your rifle in the hut. I'm decent. I'm goodhearted. I'm one o' the best, I am. But I can be a lousy, rotten swine if I want to. And I'll put any of you inside that I ketch pointing rifles or assing about with bayonets-fencing, and throwing 'em, and chopping up wood or anything. So don't you go and do it. School-kids. Who goes fencing about with dangerous bayonets in huts? Soppy little girls do that, not Guardsmen. Now look. You're in Lance-Sergeant Nelson's Squad, Z Company, Coldstream Guards, Guards' Depot, Caterham. Got it? And I'm your Trained Soldier, Trained Soldier Brand. Got it? Well, get it if you ain't got it. This is your hut. .."
We look. A great, scoured box; two stoves; ninety planks on sixty trestles, making thirty little wooden beds; a coal tub, two galvanised iron buckets, three brooms, a long scrubber, a mop, two scrubbing-brushes.
" .. This is your hut. From now on, this is going to be your home. And it will be kept as such-so clean you could eat fried eggs off the floor, just like you do at home. God help the dirty man in the Brigade of Guards. God help the man who goes around in tripe ! Personally," says Trained Soldier Brand, in a burst of friendly confidence, "I never used to use a nailbrush myself, for the simple reason that I used to bite my nails down to the quick. But then I lost a11 my teeth. And look at my nails now. Look how clean. I want to see every man's nails like them. I'm proud of my finger-nails, now.

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