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see an empty brass cartridge-case lying on the ground, and you might kick it aside without a word. Yet that cartridge-case might be the one thing that won the War. Yes. You might see an old rusty nail lying around, and throw it away. But there was a time when that nail was bright and sharp, and for all you know to the contrary, that nail might have been the thing that held the very roof up over your head, in its time. If you saw us rolling about in Rolls Royce cars, I dare say you'd think we really had got somewhere, wouldn't you? When you've knocked around as long as we have, you'll know that everybody goes the same way to the same place in the end. A shilling blanket or an oak box with brass handles : there's only one way for any man to go, Dobbin. What a man has got, doesn't matter. What a man has done, and what he's stood or fallen for, that's what matters. That's where he's got. There was a City man that made millions out of swindling. On the Tuesday, you would have said he'd got to the top of the world. But on the Wednesday he blew his head off and the whole town knew him for an empty crook. Where had he got? Really and truly? Nowhere. Never anywhere. Us, we've got nothing. We've got our pay and our grub, and not too much of either. But we were keeping you and your mum safe in your beds when you were too little to walk, and keeping this country all clear for you to grow up and do nothing in. Where have we got? Into the Guards, and into a bit of history. That's something,, if there was nothing else, Dobbin. We held our lines, by Jesus, and we came out fighting and we managed to get through. We've been hurt. Nothing can

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