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hurt us much any more. No, the rain can't wet us, the cold can't freeze us, the wind can't shake us, and the sun can't burn us. There's no man, or beast, or nightmare, or bluff that can throw a scare into us. There's no force that can put us off a thing once we go towards that thing. Not even a lump of iron through the head can stop us, because we are the ones that hand on the stuff that makes us go. Put us in a desert, and we can make ourselves at home. Put us in a hole full of mud, and we'll still keep calm and play the man. We've got no homes. A plank is comfort, to us. A bit of meat is luxury. If we ever had any folks, we just lost 'em. The hut is our house. Our feet feel funny out of ammunition boots. We've known what it feels like to come face to face with a day or a night that must be the last ... only somehow we came through, and saw the dark, or the daylight, and laughed it off whatever we felt. We've had our share of troubles. We can take an injustice and swallow it. We grouse, but never whine. We yell before we're hurt; but never because we're hurt. We'd lie for a pal, but not for ourselves. We break all the laws except the important ones. We can lie doggo under destiny like Arabs, but we never give way to it or anything else. We don't believe in anything except that we've got to be on parade when the bugle blows, whatever the parade is, and wherever it is. And we like to keep ourselves clean, and don't do too many dirty tricks. Where has it got us? Son-didn't anybody ever tell you? Manhood ! That is what it's got us. We may be a bit dilapidated, but we're men ! Isn't that something?"

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