John Brown

called cadets, and are usually men home from the front to train for commissions. In Sandhurst they are officially styled gentle

war I evaded toil by becoming a student, and spent a lot of time on 'ologies and 'osophies

et on to the road. However, I survived, and in due time landed at Windmoor. This is a 'blasted heath,' swept by the winds, and isolated from picture-shows,

. Ye gods! There was an old colonel, with eyes like a hawk and cheeks

he-who the devi

r never in my life had I seen such a

door. I was again alone-on the blasted heath. The old gent inside was Colonel Eat-All, the commandant.

g me to the adjutant. I clicked my heels in the sty

gent with three pips, looki

Brown,

ent yo

War O

u. You had better go back to y

o all the way

a minute,' he said, ringin

ers dealing with

Came a fort

at's all.' The

any. You'll see Sergeant-Major Smartem there. He'll fi

marvelling at the meth

ajor, and again announce

e name to go

ne my mothe

his white band on your cap. Tea's at five o'clock. The lavatory's down there. That's the canteen over yonder. And

st. However, I am an optimist. I pitched my bag into a corner of the hut, pulled out a little book called The Pleasures of Hope, and commenced to

ce for a cadet sc

morality,' muttered a spectacled youth, who

t the front! What a jest!' excla

o., it was all right. He would fix it up. While the ex-parson-Billy Greens by name-suggested that I might help him to hand out the hymn-books at Sunday

when Lieutenant Blessem (our platoon officer) ca

be happy here. If you're in trouble, or want to know anything,

ir?' sai

got to be top-ho

oks thrown at us, as well as the standing orders of the school-a moral code akin to the Koran, insisting on sobriet

nd whirled me over to Sweetville, where I was introduced to A

rry her at 9.15; and at 9.30 (to the minute) Beefy and I were ans

was an infernal din outside the hut. Somebody was running round shouting, 'Joh

dy lies a-moulde

rching alon

last the door opened, and the sergeant-major bawled, 'Silen

ant-major.

ram fo

sion from Adela. On opening the brown envelope I read: 'Sendi

ood soul who was so careful of my welfare. Mothe