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Updated: June 23, 2025
'E fought the War right along, an' 'e's still fightin' it. 'E's a anti-militant, 'e ses. 'Anti-militarist, Jem corrected. He had taken some pains himself in the old days to get the word itself and some of its meaning right. 'Anti-military-ist then, said Beefy. 'Any'ow, 'e stuck out agin all sorts o' soldierin'. This stoppin' the Society benefits was a trump card too.
And say, when I've been soldierin', and try to run in a stiff bluff instead of the real goods, he looks as disappointed as if I'd done something real low down. So gen'rally I hits up the books when there's nothin' else doin'. Mr. Robert's on. He comes in one mornin' and pipes off the 'rithmetic. "What's this, Torchy?" says he. "Studying?"
What'd he say?" "He said to look sharp about it," said Dinshaw, blinking at Jarrow, a trifle confused at being questioned. "Stores and crew right away, and be ready to sail in a day's time. We don't want no soldierin' on the job. It's to be up hook and away and look lively. You'll have to move navy style, Jarrow. You know me."
They have them a war goin’ on down there; a man can always git ahead in wartime does he like soldierin’. But I weren’t sure ’bout goin’, till I found out as how I might jus’ be pushed out, anyway." "Why did you think that? Hunt Rennie’s always treated you as a real son, hasn’t he?" "Like a real son? Like his idea of a son, you mean. Work hard—an’ havin’ books pushed at me.
There's a vast o' fightin' i' th' Bible, and there's a deal of Methodists i' th' army; but to hear chapel folk talk yo'd think that soldierin' were next door, an' t'other side, to hangin'. I' their meetin's all their talk is o' fightin'. When Sammy Strother were stuck for summat to say in his prayers, he'd sing out, "Th' sword o' th' Lord and o' Gideon."
Keep your courage and your feet for five minutes. Then we'll live a hundred years." "Liftinant, is this soldierin'?" squealed Sweeny. "Yes, my man, this is soldiering." "Thin I'll do me dooty if I pull me arrms off." But there was not much talking. Pretty nearly all their breath was needed for the fight with the river.
"Yes, I stood there for awhile." "Thought you was one of the men soldierin' on the job." "I saw a boat put off." "Yes," said Jarrow, as if neither the boat nor the fact that Trask had seen it was of any interest to him. "What's up?" asked Trask. Jarrow made no reply, but stepped off the forecastle head with a noise of wet, swishing oilskins, and fumbled for a minute.
And you, you brass buttons, you're usin' your soldierin' job to keep your friends out of trouble. . . . Huh! Yes, that's what you're doin'." The Major's smile was provokingly cool. "Perhaps I am," he admitted. "But I shouldn't advise you to forget what I have just told you, Babbitt. I mean every word of it." It was Ruth who spoke next. She uttered a startled exclamation.
She'd been courted by every single man for four hundred miles around. She was pretty and full of fire, and they was both of an age to love hard, so Jefferson swore he'd make the other women take her; but soldierin' is a heap different from any other profession, and the army has got its own traditions. The plan wouldn't work.
All 'e does is ter shout at us an' tell us orf when we comes back from work. "Gorblimy when's this bastard life goin' ter end! When I think o' Sunday mornin' at 'ome wi' breakfast in bed an' the News of the World wi' a decent divorce or murder, I feel fit ter cry me eyes out. Bloody slavery, soldierin'! An' what's it all for?
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