If a man (especially when he's right away in Canada) will be in such a hurry to enlist that he cannot spare the time to think out things carefully, what can he expect? Shortly after midnight of May 7th to 8th a telegram arrived: "Reference my A.B.C. 3535; your X.Y.Z. 97S; their decimal nine recurring. Please cancel all payment of rtn. allce. to Sergeant Blank, Akk. Akk. Akk. This N.C.O. belonging to a Canadian unit should apply direct to Paymaster, Overseas Contingent, Akk."
The Sergeant said nothing, except to ask me how long I thought the War was likely to last?
Yours ever, Henry.
Subaltern. "And about this saluting—I want you recruits to be very particular about that. Of course, you know, you don't salute me—you salute the uniform."
"Why don't yer see Doctor Smiff abaht it?"
"Is 'e a qualified doctor?"