Uncle Sam's Boys as Lieutenants; or, Serving Old Glory as Line Officers — John Shaqi
Uncle Sam's Boys as Lieutenants; or, Serving Old Glory as Line OfficersHancock, H. Irving (Harrie Irving)
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Uncle Sam's Boys as Lieutenants; or, Serving Old Glory as Line Officers
Hancock, H. Irving (Harrie Irving)
United States. Army -- Juvenile fiction
"Then we'll find seats in the reading room after dinner. It won't take
very long to give you the schedule and the inside ropes."
In the Army punctuality is made a prime virtue for both officers and
men. Hence there were no laggards at dinner. Every officer took his seat
at the long table at the minute of 6.30. Hapgood, who was officer of the
day, came in with his sword at his side; he placed that weapon in a
handy corner.
"The evening's news is that the Thirty-fourth is back in Colorado,"
announced Lieutenant Brisbane, glancing down the table.
"Just before we started west we read that their transport had arrived at
San Francisco," answered Noll.
"And Major Silsbee's first battalion is at its old station, Fort
Clowdry," added Mr. Brisbane. "By way of further news I may add that
Major Tipton told me, a few minutes ago, that Major Silsbee had been
ordered by wire to hold his battalion in readiness for a call from this
department."
"Mexican border troubles?" asked Lieutenant Hapgood.
"Yes."
"Then the government knows, better than we do, that the border trouble
threatens to grow acute," remarked Lieutenant Sears. "It has been
understood, I think, that troops from this post will be the first
infantry ordered out to the support of the two cavalry troops now
patroling."
"Oh, we'll get some of that barefoot business presently," grumbled
Pratt. "A beastly job. The state of Texas ought to call out its police
to take care of the matter."
"Except," remarked Sears dryly, "that it is the province of the United
States, not of a single state, to preserve neutrality at the border."
"It's cases like this Mexican business that make a fellow wish that he
belonged to the Navy," insisted Pratt. "If we go out, as doughboys,
we'll have to tramp and hike until our shoes are full of sore feet, and
all for nothing, perhaps. If we belonged to the Navy, and were ordered
to patrol, we'd do it in a gunboat, and wouldn't care where we went, as
we'd always be on our gunboat, with, good meals ready at the stroke of
the bell, with baths, clean clothing, even easy chairs right at hand.
The Navy can keep on patroling even while two-thirds of a crew are in
their berths enjoying sweet sleep until the moment for action comes."
"Stop it," insisted Algy Ferrers. "Even in the Navy you'd find you'd
have to work like a horse. There are no easy ways of getting through
life, and a soldier ought not to look for 'em."
Pratt, who was a husky and sufficiently energetic young officer at need,
and who had merely been exercising his right to grumble, flushed and was
silent.
"I don't suppose Terry or myself will have the luck to be picked for
this sort of border patrol work, if it comes," suggested Hal.
"Probably you'll be kept on post until you're more accustomed to your
men," nodded Lieutenant Hapgood.
"Either way will suit me," said Noll. "I don't expect to have my pick of
anything until I've served a few years more."
"You won't have it then either," laughed Sears.
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