Hal was sleeping in the corner of what had once been a church. Chester was resting comfortably upon a pile of green camouflage a few feet away. Sergeant Bowers, despite his wounds, also slept near by.
"I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up—" said the bugler.
"You sure can't," said Chester. "Not me, anyway."
Then he turned over and went to sleep.
Hal did likewise, after one sleepy look at the sun.
Sergeant Bowers merely rolled over.
It was almost noon when the sergeant finally crawled out from under his blanket. Hal and Chester were standing nearby.
"What's the use of getting up?" Sergeant Bowers complained. "The war's over, ain't it?"
When the sergeant and the two lads finally emerged from the shattered church, the former soon discovered that life on the front line had become suddenly complicated by the presence of a young lieutenant.
"Where have you been all day?" the lieutenant demanded of Sergeant Bowers the moment he saw him.