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THE TEMPERING

You do it once a week. P'raps you go over your gaiters twice. And you're neat and tidy. That's better than going about like Franco's Militia, ain't it? You feel better if you're neat and clean. In Civvy Street, you wouldn't go about your business with a filthy face and a ten days' beard and fluff all over your coat, would you? No. Well, no more you do 'ere. All these grousers do is shout `There's a war on'. Well, so there is. Certainly there's a war on. But that's no excuse for going about with your backside hanging out of your trousers and mud on your daisy-roots. War on ! They're telling me there's a war on !
" Listen. War or no war, any man with dirty boots or dirty web or dirty flesh goes in the report. Now then. Grumble as much as you like, but wash ! Moan your 'cads orf, but clean your boots ! Grouse, but brush in that blanco ! It takes a extra 'alf-hour. Alright. Let it. God strike me dead this minute-if I'ad to walk out this very second to be shot against the wall, I'd prefer to die with clean 'ands and boots. It's our way. It's our style. Like it or lump it, by crackey you'll foller it. Do you get me?
" Look at young Sergeant Butts. You've seen 'im. 'E looks like a kid."
We have seen him. He does. He is very tall and lean, like the man in the O. Henry story who, if he carries any money with him has to carry it in one note folded lengthways ... a man of six feet two, and no other dimensions worth mentioning. His face is round and innocent. He is all elbows and knees. When he walks fast he seems to have as many legs as a spider. There is such vigour in his skinny arms that he can

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