The New Army in Training. Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066232702

Table of Contents

       I THE MEN AT WORK

       THE NORTH IN BLUE

       DUTIES AND DEVELOPMENTS

       II IRON INTO STEEL

       WITH ILLUSTRATIONS

       WHAT THE ARMY DOES AND THINKS

       III GUNS AND SUPPLY

       SERVICE CONDITIONS

       THE GUNNER AT HOME

       MECHANISM AND MECHANICS

       ‘THE HUMOUR OF IT’

       IV CANADIANS IN CAMP

       CAMP GOSSIP

       ENGINEERS AND APPLIANCES

       AN UNRELATED DETACHMENT

       THE VANGUARD OF A NATION

       V INDIAN TROOPS

       SCREW-GUNS

       THE MULE LINES

       THE INN OF GOOD-BYES

       GREATHEART AND CHRISTIANA

       VI TERRITORIAL BATTALIONS

       GUARDING A RAILWAY

       PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

       THE SECRET OF THE SERVICES

       THE REAL QUESTION

I

       THE MEN AT WORK

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      The ore, the furnace and the hammer are all that is needed for a sword.—Native proverb.

      This was a cantonment one had never seen before, and the grey-haired military policeman could give no help.

      ‘My experience,’ he spoke detachedly, ‘is that you’ll find everything everywhere. Is it any particular corps you’re looking for?’

      ‘Not in the least,’ I said.

      ‘Then you’re all right. You can’t miss getting something.’ He pointed generally to the North Camp. ‘It’s like floods in a town, isn’t it?’

      He had hit the just word. All known marks in the place were submerged by troops. Parade-grounds to their utmost limits were crowded with them; rises and sky-lines were furred with them, and the length of the roads heaved and rippled like bicycle-chains with blocks of men on the move.

      The voice of a sergeant in the torment reserved for sergeants at roll-call boomed across a bunker. He was calling over recruits to a specialist corps.

      ‘But I’ve called you once!’ he snapped at a man in leggings.

      ‘But I’m Clarke Two,’ was the virtuous reply.

      ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ He pencilled the correction with a scornful mouth, out of one corner of which he added, ‘ “Sloppy” Clarke! You’re all Clarkes or Watsons to-day. You don’t know your own names. You don’t know what corps you’re in. (This was bitterly unjust, for they were squinting up at a biplane.) You don’t know anything.’

      ‘Mm!’ said the military policeman. ‘The more a man has in his head, the harder it is for him to manage his carcass—at first. I’m glad I never was a sergeant. Listen to the instructors! Like rooks, ain’t it?’

      There was a mile of sergeants and instructors, varied by company officers, all at work on the ready material under their hands. They grunted, barked, yapped, expostulated, and, in rare cases, purred, as the lines broke and formed and wheeled over the vast maidan. When companies numbered off one could hear the tone and accent of every walk in life, and maybe half the counties of England, from the deep-throated ‘Woon’ of the north to the sharp, half-whistled Devonshire ‘Tu.’ And as the instructors laboured, so did the men, with a passion to learn as passionately as they were taught.

      Presently, in the drift of the foot-traffic down the road, there came another grey-haired man, one foot in a bright slipper, which showed he was an old soldier cherishing a sore toe. He drew alongside and considered these zealous myriads.

      ‘Good?’ said I, deferentially.

      ‘Yes,’ СКАЧАТЬ