The Sunny Side

Chapter 24

"Don"t be an a.s.s," said Rogers.

"Whatever"s the matter? Don"t you think he"d do it?"

"You wouldn"t have the cheek to ask him."

"Good lord, you don"t stop being a human being, because you command a brigade. Why on earth shouldn"t I ask him?"

I happened to turn up just then. The telephone line from headquarters to D Company always seemed to want attention, whatever part of the line we were in.

"Hallo," said Blake, "have a drink."

"Well, I am rather thirsty," I said, and I took out a pencil. "Pa.s.s the visitors" book and let"s get it over."

"No, you don"t," said Blake, s.n.a.t.c.hing it away from me, "that"s for the General."

"This way, sir," said a voice above, and down came Billy, followed by the Brigadier. We jumped up.

"You"ll have a drink, sir?" said Billy.

"Oh, thanks very much."

"What will you have, sir?" asked Blake, looking round wildly. "Lime juice or--or lime juice?"

"I"ll have lime juice, thank you," said the General after consideration.

Blake produced the book nervously.

"I wonder if you"d mind," he began.

The General looked inquiring, and started feeling for his gla.s.ses. He was just feeling in his fifth pocket when Billy came to the rescue.

"It"s only some nonsense of Blake"s, sir," he said. "He keeps a visitors"

book."

"Ah, well," said the General, getting up, "another day, perhaps."

When we were alone again Blake turned on Billy.

"You are a silly a.s.s," he said. "If you hadn"t interfered, he"d have done it. Well, I shall fill it in myself now."

He took a pencil and wrote:

"Monday--Hospitably received by "D" Company and much enjoyed the mess president"s amusing conversation. The company commander and a subaltern named Rogers struck me as rather lacking in intelligence. R. Blake, D.S.O., Brig.-Gen."

I had been out of it for a long time, and when quite accidentally I met an officer of the battalion in London I was nearly a year behind the news.

"And Blake," I said, after he"d told me some of it, "that nice child in "D" Company; what happened to him?"

"Didn"t you hear? He had rather a funny experience. He went into that last show as senior subaltern of "D." Billy was knocked out pretty early and Blake took on. After that we had a lot of casualties, and finally we were cut off from headquarters altogether and had to carry on on our own.

Billy was the senior company commander and took charge of the battalion.

I don"t quite know how it happened after that. We all got rather mixed up, I suppose. Anyway, at one time Blake was actually commanding the brigade. He was splendid; simply all over the place. He got the D.S.O.

He"s rather bucked with himself. Young Blake as a Brigadier--funny, isn"t it?"

"Not so very," I said.

FROM A FULL HEART

In days of peace my fellow-men Rightly regarded me as more like A Bishop than a Major-Gen., And nothing since has made me warlike; But when this age-long struggle ends And I have seen the Allies dish up The goose of Hindenburg--oh, friends!

I shall out-bish the mildest Bishop.

_When the War is over and the Kaiser"s out of print, I"m going to buy some tortoises and watch the beggars sprint; When the War is over and the sword at last we sheathe, I"m going to keep a jelly-fish and listen to it breathe_.

I never really longed for gore, And any taste for red corpuscles That lingered with me left before The German troops had entered Brussels.

In early days the Colonel"s "Shun!"

Froze me; and, as the War grew older, The noise of someone else"s gun Left me considerably colder.

_When the War is over and the battle has been won, I"m going to buy a barnacle and take it for a run; When the War is over and the German Fleet we sink, I"m going to keep a silk-worm"s egg and listen to it think._

The Captains and the Kings depart-- It may be so, but not lieutenants; Dawn after weary dawn I start The never-ending round of penance; One rock amid the welter stands On which my gaze is fixed intently-- An after-life in quiet lands Lived very lazily and gently.

_When the War is over and we"ve done the Belgians proud, I"m going to keep a chrysalis and read to it aloud; When the War is over and we"ve finished up the show, I"m going to plant a lemon-pip and listen to it grow._

Oh, I"m tired of the noise and the turmoil of battle, And I"m even upset by the lowing of cattle, And the clang of the bluebells is death to my liver, And the roar of the dandelion gives me a shiver, And a glacier, in movement, is much too exciting, And I"m nervous, when standing on one, of alighting-- Give me Peace; that is all, that is all that I seek ...

Say, starting on Sat.u.r.day week.

ONE STAR

Occasionally I receive letters from friends, whom I have not seen lately, addressed to Lieutenant M ---- and apologizing prettily inside in case I am by now a colonel; in drawing-rooms I am sometimes called "Captain-er"; and up at the Fort the other day a sentry of the Royal Defence Corps, wearing the Crecy medal, mistook me for a Major, and presented crossbows to me. This is all wrong. As Mr. Garvin well points out, it is important that we should not have a false perspective of the War. Let me, then, make it perfectly plain--I am a Second Lieutenant.

When I first became a Second Lieutenant I was rather proud. I was a Second Lieutenant "on probation." On my right sleeve I wore a single star. So:

(on probation, of course). On my left sleeve I wore another star. So:

(also on probation).

They were good stars, none better in the service; and as we didn"t like the sound of "on probation" Celia put a few st.i.tches in them to make them more permanent. This proved effective. Six months later I had a very pleasant note from the King telling me that the days of probation were now over, and making it clear that he and I were friends.

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