Trooper 3809: A Private Soldier of the Third Republic — John Shaqi
Trooper 3809: A Private Soldier of the Third RepublicDecle, Lionel
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Trooper 3809: A Private Soldier of the Third Republic
Decle, Lionel
France. Armée -- Military life
"That's just what I said to the gendarme, sir," I replied, "but he told
me to shut up."
The gendarme was called and questioned about the matter.
"All I can say, sir," he replied, "is that a machine can't lie, and
I've had enough experience not to make a mistake."
There was a burst of laughter from all the members of the council,
which seemed to greatly astonish the old gendarme. The doctor took
me back to measure me himself, and finding that my exact height was
one metre seventy-nine without socks, he pointed this out to the
gendarme. The latter, however, shook his head. "Well, sir," he stoutly
declared, "all I can say is that he was one seventy-eight just now."
I was brought back to the council-room and the doctor then proceeded
to take my chest and other measurements, dictating to the clerk a list
of my various "points." He then asked me about my past illnesses, and
inquired into the health of my father, mother, and grand-parents. He
then tested my heart and lungs, felt my legs, and examined my teeth;
concluding the whole performance by making me sit down, walk, and
cough. I felt like a horse under examination by a "Vet." The result
of this inspection was that I was passed as fit for service. Before
retiring I was asked whether I preferred to serve in the infantry,
artillery, heavy or light cavalry. I expressed a desire to serve in the
Dragoons, and my wish was duly noted. Shortly afterwards I received
notice to present myself at one of the Paris cavalry barracks, in
order to pass an examination in riding, for _Volontaires_, having then
to serve only one year, were admitted into the cavalry only if they
could already ride. The examination was a most simple one: we had to
mount a horse, which was saddled, but without stirrups, and then had
to walk, trot, and canter once round the riding-school. About a score
of others passed the examination at the same time as myself, and only
one candidate, who managed to fall off his horse while trotting, was
rejected as unfit to serve in the cavalry, though of the whole batch
hardly three could pretend to a knowledge of horsemanship.
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