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roasted ox." He pushes Hodge into position. "C'mon, you parrot-faced son of a son, Barker, or whatever your name is.... You, you gorbellied Geordie ... yes, you, Shorrock. There's enough of you there to start a sausage-factory.... And you, Dopey ... where are you from? Widnes? Get in there.... Cor damme and lumme ! Why should England tremble, eh? You've been in the Army before, eh? I can see you have. Well, you come up here. Now look. You're in your positions. You'll always keep in those positions while you're here. Get it? When told to fall in, you will fall in in those same positions, one arm's length apart. Have you got it? Are you sure?"
To our left, thirty men, followed- by a shrieking Sergeant brandishing a pace-stick, execute a left wheel which, to us, represents the ultimate perfection of military footwork.
" Gord milk the coconuts and stone me over the hurdles," groans Sergeant Nelson, "look at 'em. Three weeks squadded, and when it comes to a left wheel some of 'em right wheel, some of 'em about turn, some of 'em turn handsprings, some of 'em pick their noses, and some stand still. Definitely horrible. Now you're going to show 'em what you can do. To me, you look not too bad a squad. You might shape. Now look. Over there is a squad that came last week. I want you to do me a personal favour. I want you to beat them Things hollow. Your credit is my credit. I won't let you down. Will you let me down?"
" No, Sergeant!"
" I'm sure you won't. I like the look of you, you terrible-looking objects as you are. Now. You'll be on

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