the help of a bit of soap, from which the biscuit crumbs and chocolate dust of his haversack had first to be carefully scraped, he shaved. As he was returning, lovingly fingering his once more smoo

Chief of the General Staff-Sir Archibald Murray. He was a figure of middle height, with a slight stoop, and slow movements. His face was kindly, mobile-not

need not be described. The blue eyes, the pink skin and white hair of the

a machine; a subaltern is awkward, but a senior officer manages somehow to insinuate into this s

r brain and breeding, and will execute your commands with the precision and promptitude that

hich you have shown me, and honour it the more as it comes from such a man as you." Like the bow

ess the Cadets of the Royal Military College, Sandhurst, at the end of each term. And he did it well. The Subaltern remembered the sight of the long parade-"three sides of a square" the formation was called-and the Generals with the skir

British Army had emerged from the contest covered with glory, having for three days maintained an unbroken front in the face of an overwhelming superiority in numbers. Never had he been more proud to b

hanks to their endurance and obedience in the face of great provocation and privation, the Allied armies were now free from the dangers that had threatened them. No one knew better

him as he made hi

g on the words of their leader. He commiserated with them upon their losses; he understood what they had been through. In a word, he appreciated them, and in the Army appreciation is a "rare and refreshing fruit." Although they would have d