“Irish Fusiliers.”
“Pass, Irish Fusiliers, all’s well.”
Silence reigned for some minutes and then he heard another regiment advancing. “Halt! Who goes there?”
“London Scottish.”
“Pass, London Scottish, all’s well.”
For some time there was silence, and then another regiment was heard. “Halt! Who goes there?”
“None of your d—— business!”
“Pass, Canadians, all’s well.”
DESERVED PROMOTION
“Don’t keep calling me ‘general.’ I’m only a colonel.”