None of the four "Brothers," however, were among this unlucky trio. Bob Dalton, Jimmy Blaise, Roger Barlow and Ignace Pulinski were pronounced physically fit in every respect. For them, the Glory Road was open so far as being acceptable specimens of young American manhood went. Their examinations ended by eleven o'clock that morning. They were then regularly sworn into the Army and shortly afterward drew their uniforms. First attempts at donning them were attended with considerable difficulty. All four had trouble in smoothly adjusting the canvas leggings. Ignace in particular groaned and grumbled at the task until Jimmy mercifully went to his assistance. When fully dressed none of them were without a feeling of awkwardness. It would take time for them to grow accustomed to their new attire. Late afternoon of the same day saw them established at last as members of Company E, 509th Infantry, in one of the barracks assigned to that regiment. It had, indeed, been a busy day for the four Khaki Boys. The barracks in which they were now quartered was a considerable distance from the one in which they had passed their first night in camp. It had, therefore, taken some little time to remove their effects to it, not to mention a further visit to the quartermaster to obtain a number of necessary articles which they still lacked. Mess over that night, the tired quartette were glad of a chance to lounge in their new quarters, there to discuss among themselves the, to them, unusual events of that long day. Greatly to their satisfaction they had not been separated, but occupied four cots together in a row, with Roger and Jimmy in the middle and Ignace and Bob on either side of the two. "To-morrow our real military life begins," exulted Roger. "I wonder how long we'll be taken out for drill, and whether we'll be in the same squad or not?" "Hope we don't land in the awkward squad the very first shot," commented Bob. "The drill sergeant's supposed to go easy with rookies for the first day or two. An enlisted man I know, who's been in the Army for the past three years, once told me that it depends a whole lot on the officer who does the drilling. If he's an old-timer who's seen service he's more apt to be patient with a rookie than if he's just won his chevrons. A newly made drill sergeant is more likely to get peppery and bawl a rookie out before the whole squad."