You will see some fun."
"Fun," echoed Barry, shaken and indignant. "Not much fun for that poor
chap."
"Stand up," said the colonel sharply.
The man stood up without much apparent difficulty.
"Ah!" said the colonel. "Shell shock. Bad case, too." His voice was kind
and sympathetic. He gripped the man by the arm and ran his hand down his
spine until he came to the small of his back.
"Pain there, eh?" he said, giving the man a poke.
"Yes, yes! Ouw! Doctor. Awful."
"Thought so," said the doctor. "Bad case! Poor chap! A curious feeling
in the legs, eh?"
The man nodded vigorously, still twitching violently and making animal
moanings.
Still pursuing his investigations and continuing to sympathise with his
patient, the doctor enquired as to other symptoms, to all of which the
patient promptly confessed. When the examination was completed, the
doctor gave his man a hearty slap on the back and said:
"You're all right, my boy. Go treat yourself to a cup of cocoa, and a
good, thick slice of bread and raspberry jam--raspberry, remember--and
to-morrow you can report to your battalion medical officer.
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