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"Perhaps you haven't met the German sergeants," I said.
"I've met our'n," said the Sussex boy. "A man's a fool to be a
soldier. Eh, lads?"
They agreed heartily, though they were all volunteers.
"Not that we're skeered," said one of them. "We'll be glad when the
fighting begins."
"Speak for yourself, Dick Meekcombe, and don't forget the shells last
night."
There was another roar of laughter. Those boys of the South Saxons
were full of spirit. In their yokel way they were disguising their
real thoughts--their fear of being afraid, their hatred of the thought
of death--very close to them now--and their sense of strangeness in
this scene on the edge of Armentieres, a world away from their old
life.
The colonel sat in a little room at headquarters, a bronzed man with a
grizzled mustache and light-blue eyes, with a fine tenderness in his
smile.
"These boys of mine are all right," he said. "They're dear fellows,
and ready for anything. Of course, it was anxious work at first, but
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