At Suvla Bay

tor and the staff, said farewell to my little camp in the beech-woods of Buckinghamshire and to my

waiting about for hours, I went at last upstairs and "strip

chors and ships and dancing-girls tattooed in blue on their chests and arms. Some were skinny and ot

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knees were brown with sunbur

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at Munster Road recruiting

tside in a yard, a sergeant came and took about eight of us into a

ade to promise to obey all orders of officers and non-commissioned officers of His Majesty's Service. After that, he

aken an oath, which was not in acco

an I began to feel the ever-

me freedom: I could no longer go on in my old camping and sketching life. I w

ck to him like a leech. In the afternoon an old recruiting sergeant with a husky voice fell us in, and we marched, a mob of civilians, through the London str

its, brown ties, brown shoes, and a horse-shoe tie-pin; tramp-like look

st"; lanky lads from the country ga

-banded cane. Here and there was a farm-hand in corduroys and hob-nailed, cowdung-spattered boots, puffing at a broken old clay pipe, and speaking in the "Da

ices yel

ay... Tipp

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et ter writ

iz... Good-b

There was much shouting and la