Our Battalion: Being Some Slight Impressions of His Majesty's Auxiliary Forces, in Camp and ElsewhereRaven-Hill, L. (Leonard)
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Our Battalion: Being Some Slight Impressions of His Majesty's Auxiliary Forces, in Camp and Elsewhere
Raven-Hill, L. (Leonard)
Armies -- Caricatures and cartoons; Caricatures and cartoons -- Great Britain
Hints for Patrols 54
The Best Laid Schemes, etc. 56-57
A Conundrum 65
Studies 70
Ambushed 72-73
Field-Day Reflections 75
Tactics 76
Field-Day Tragedies 77
Philosophies 85
M.G. 86
More Army Reforms 88-89
On Guard 91
A Misunderstanding 92
Outposts 101
At Last! 104-105
Off Duty 108
Trouble in the Band 109
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Our Battalion.
RECRUITS.
The boy hesitated as he looked down the wet street of the little country
town.
"I've 'arf a mind not to go," he said, "blessed if I ain't----;" then,
after a pause, with hands in pockets and coat collar turned up, he
lounged off, muttering, "I'll see what Bill ses."
Bill was waiting at the corner, looking somewhat sheepishly at the
miscellaneous display in a "general" shop window.
"Goin'?" he said, as the other came up. "Don't think I shall--at any
rate not to-night."
A depressing silence ensued, until a smart lad, with belt and bayonet,
came by whistling and hailed them.
"Wot O! Bill; you ought to be down at the ord'ly room by now, the
sergeant's bin there ever so long. I told 'im I'd bring you two along
to-night. Wot are you scared about?" he continued, eyeing them
critically.
"Ain't scared about nothing; we was only waiting till the rain cleared
off."
"Well, 'urry up, I've got to go to the Arm'ry."
"All right," said the first boy. "Come on, Bill."
The boys stared furtively round the orderly-room, a little box
partitioned off from the disused malt-house that served as drill shed.
On the walls were highly-coloured posters, setting forth the various
advantages of his Majesty's services, while in the corner a jumble of
arms and equipment and a half-opened case of rifles caused them to nudge
each other. A huge Sergeant was writing at a table covered with Army
forms, drill books, and parade registers, amongst which a couple of
cartridges attracted their attention.
"Ball cartridge, mark four," whispered the leading lad carelessly to the
others.
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