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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

Nothing is more calculated to drag down discipline.
The case is dismissed."
"Sir," said Barry, maintaining his place before the table. "May I ask
one question?"
"The case is dismissed, Captain Dunbar. What do you want?" asked the
colonel brusquely.
"I want to be quite clear as to my duty, in the future, sir. Do I
understand that if any man or officer is found under the influence of
liquor, anywhere in this ship, and at any hour of the day or night, he
is to be reported at once to the orderly room, even though that officer
should be, say, even the adjutant or yourself?" Barry said, gazing up
at the colonel with a face in which earnestness and candour were equally
blended.
The colonel gazed back at him with a face in which rage and perplexity
were equally apparent. For some moments, he was speechless, while the
whole orderly room held its breath.
"I mean--that you--you understand--of course," stuttered the colonel,
"that an officer must use common sense. He must be damned sure of what
he says, in other words," said the colonel, rushing his speech.


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