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The unlawful corporal was again hailed to justice, his corporalship seeming more valueless than ever, and to give him a lesson we bought the bread for three dinars, for it was worth it. We suddenly discovered that none of the Red Cross men had papers or passes. What was to be done?
"It would help me to stay in good with him," He had a minute's worry about his corporalship. He was acting corporal right enough, but he wanted them to send in his appointment. The omelette melted in his mouth. "Damn bon," he said to Yvonne with his mouth full. She looked at him fixedly. "Bon, bon," he said again. "You.... Dan, bon," she said and laughed.
A cold chill gripped Fuselli's spine as he went back to the stove to drink the chocolate. Of course he mustn't crab. He was in the war now. If the sergeant had heard him crabbing, it might have spoiled his chances for a corporalship. He must be careful. If he just watched out and kept on his toes, he'd be sure to get it.
He had enlisted as a private only a short time ago but had been shot speedily into his corporalship. Time pressed. Officers were needed. The boy was officer stuff. He wouldn't stay a corporal. If all went well he would go over as a sergeant. "We put him through though, just at first handled him rather nasty," the colonel admitted with a reminiscent twinkle.
Chester made hurried and impatient acknowledgment of the salute, and called to the sergeant to send him the sentry who was at the bridge at one o'clock. It turned out to be a young soldier who had enlisted at the post only six months before and was already known as one of the most intelligent and promising candidates for a corporalship in the garrison.
I can't go this life. I don't see how you can." Fuselli did not answer. He snuggled warmly into his blankets, thinking of Yvonne and the corporalship. In the light of the one flickering lamp that made an unsteady circle of reddish glow on the station platform Fuselli looked at his pass. From Reveille on February fourth to Reveille on February fifth he was a free man.
And he pictured himself drawing on a pair of gloves that way, importantly, finger by finger, with a little wave, of self- satisfaction when the gesture was completed.... He'd have to get that corporalship. "There's a long, long trail a-winding Through no man's land in France."
"Don't you remember what policing a camp is?" asked George Granbury. "Upon my honor, I do not." "It means to clean up the streets, burn up the rubbish, and all that." "Thank you, but I do not ah care to become a street cleaner," returned Tubbs, with great dignity. "Sorry, but I'm afraid you are not cut out for a corporalship," came from Tom. "I didn't say a corporalship, Tom, I said "
Fuselli's mind was full of the army regulations which he had been studying assiduously for the last week. He was thinking of an imaginary examination for the corporalship, which he would pass, of course. When the company was dismissed, he went up familiarly to the top sergeant: "Say, Sarge, doin' anything this evenin'?" "What the hell can a man do when he's broke?" said the top sergeant.
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