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ous concern. I have already remarked that the offi-
cers and N.C.O.s at the School epitomized a resolute
mass of undamaged material; equally impressive was
the equine abundance which I observed one after-
noon when we were on our way to a "demonstration"
at the Army Bombing School. Hundreds of light and
heavy draft horses were drawn up along a road for an
inspection by the Commander-in-Chief (a bodily
presence which the infantry mind could not easily
imagine). The horses, attached to their appropriate
vehicles and shining in their summer coats, looked a
picture of sleekness and strength. They were of all
sorts and sizes but their power and compactness was
uniform. The horsehood of England was there with
every buckle of its harness brightened. There weren't
many mules among them, for mules were mostly
with the Artillery, and this was a slap-up Army Ser-
vice Corps parade, obviously the climax of several
weeks' preparation. I wished that I could have spent
the afternoon inspecting them; but I was only a
second-lieutenant, and the bus carried me on to study
explosions and smoke-clouds, and to hear a lecture
about the tactical employment of the Mills' Bomb.

News of the Battalion came from the Quarter-
master, to whom I had sent an account of my "cushy"
existence. Dottrell wrote that things had been quiet
up in the Line, but advised me to make the most of
my rest-cure, adding that he'd always noticed that
the further you got from the front line the further you
got from the War. In accordance with my instruc-
tions he was making good progress with the box of
kippers (which Aunt Evelyn sent me twice a month);

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