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SORRY, SIR.
I wonder how many readers who were in the squad at Blackboy when the following incident happened are still going strong? It caused one of the biggest laughs I have ever known.
It was in 1915, and we had been in camp two days. Lieutenant Reed was instructing us how to do left and right turns. One of our squad, judging by his conversation, had designs of a field-marshal's baton, and was obviously trying to distinguish himself. On the command "left turn," be did a perfect right turn, and then to our surprise left the ranks, rushed up to Lieutenant Reed, and said in a very agitated voice: "I'm very sorry, sir. I hope you are not angry with me, but I just couldn't help it!
"Chocolate and Blue," Glen Forest.