N.Z.: "Oh."
Officer: "I—am—an—officer!"
N.Z.: "Well, take an old soldier's advice and don't get drunk and lose your commission."
Officer: "D—— you. Don't you salute an officer when you see one?"
N.Z. (very calmly): "D—— and dot you! It's seldom we salute our own officers, so it isn't likely we'd salute you."
Officer: "Confound it. If you couldn't stand discipline, what did you come out here for?"
N.Z.: "To fight."
Officer (moving on): "I suppose you are one of those damned Colonials."[Back to Contents]