(4) That I was to fill up my A.Z.15 and trust in my stars (not the things on my sleeve)."
"Well, what about it?" I continued.
"Personally," said John, "I think an advertisement in The Daily Telegraph is the correct thing. How's this?—
"'Anybody know of a decent war? Two young subs in France, Soldiers of Fortune (so-called), would like to get in touch with anyone thinking of starting a first-class war. Send full particulars and rough strength of enemy to "Warriors," c/o The Daily Telegraph.'"
Mine was much more modest:—
"An officer at present in France desires a good job in civil life. No experience, no education, no languages, no money, no prospects and no hope. What offers?"
"I don't think they'll bring much," said I. "You know, John, what we really want is leave."
So we applied for leave.
John asked permission to remove his person to the U.K. for urgent and private reasons. I stated that I had a position offered me, but an interview was necessary, and asked their indulgence for the purpose.
John's chit came back three days later. "Will this officer state his urgent and private reasons, please?"