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THE TEMPERING

and reverberate like a cam-ion) find a strange exhilaration in the clear, crisp bang of rifles in the open air. A nice sound, accompanied by a pleasant nudge which hints of huge power, and a clean, keen antiseptic smell of burnt explosive. Those good, noisy, bleak-looking ranges, muttering with echoes ! We fire gravely, and with concentration. We lie down with bucko sergeants and fire our Bren-gun course, and see the sand splashing brown on the butts, and the black or white discs hovering, oscillating, and coming to rest where our bursts have punctured the targets.
We are becoming soldiers. The first strange excitement wears off; and so does the first uneasiness. The Depot seems very far away. We swore we'd never forget Sergeant Nelson, and yet we have already begun to forget him. He, at this moment, is hammering the'crude stuff of brand new recruits ... working, as on us, with frenzy and patience; pleading, roaring, urging, damning, dropping rare hints of praise; manufacturing more of us. But we, seeing new squads coming into the Training Battalion, stand, in our baggy canvas suits, and comment upon the manner of their marching. "Not bad," we say; and "Likely-looking rookies"; and "They're not getting too bad a mob of kids at Caterham these days."
A C.O.'s Parade has no terrors for us. In the ancient days, seven or eight weeks ago, we dressed for our last inspection with the tremulous, dewy-eyed anxiety of brides on the last dawn of virginity. Now, rushing back five minutes late from I'.T., and having fifteen minutes in which to change before the Quarter blows, we curse hideously but are not in the least dis

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