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He spoke of himself in the House of Commons one day as
"a plain, blunt soldier," and the army roared with laughter from end
to end. There was nothing plain or blunt about him. He was a man of
airy imagination and a wide range of knowledge, and theories on life
and war which he put forward with dramatic eloquence.
It was of Gen. Hunter Weston that the story was told about the drunken
soldier put onto a stretcher and covered with a blanket, to get him
out of the way when the army commander made a visit to the lines.
"What's this?" said the general.
"Casualty, sir," said the quaking platoon commander.
"Not bad, I hope?"
"Dead, sir," said the subaltern. He meant dead drunk.
The general drew himself up, and said, in his dramatic way, "The army
commander salutes the honored dead!"
And the drunken private put his head from under the blanket and asked,
"What's the old geezer a-sayin' of?"
That story may have been invented in a battalion mess, but it went
through the army affixed to the name of Hunter Weston, and seemed to
fit him.


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