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Excerpt from Servants of the Guns
A few miles back we passed g.h.q. I was vaguely impressed with the silent dignity, the aloofness, as it were, of that now celebrated place. Our train drew up in the station, which seemed as deserted as that of a small English country town on a Sunday. Here, within a mile of me, I thought, dwell the Powers that Be, whose brains control the destinies of a million men. Here somewhere is the individual who knows my destination and when I am likely to get to it. But this surmise proved incorrect. It was three-thirty on Christmas afternoon and even the staff must lunch. Presently a r.t.o. Issued from a cosy-looking office and crossed the line towards me. His first question was positively painful in its naive simplicity.
Who are you he inquired haughtily. My reply was not only correct but dignified.
We know nothing about you, he said. The staff officer who should have been here to give you your instructions is away at present. (i think I mentioned that it was Christmas Day I)
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A few miles back we passed g.h.q. I was vaguely impressed with the silent dignity, the aloofness, as it were, of that now celebrated place. Our train drew up in the station, which seemed as deserted as that of a small English country town on a Sunday. Here, within a mile of me, I thought, dwell the Powers that Be, whose brains control the destinies of a million men. Here somewhere is the individual who knows my destination and when I am likely to get to it. But this surmise proved incorrect. It was three-thirty on Christmas afternoon and even the staff must lunch. Presently a r.t.o. Issued from a cosy-looking office and crossed the line towards me. His first question was positively painful in its naive simplicity.
Who are you he inquired haughtily. My reply was not only correct but dignified.
We know nothing about you, he said. The staff officer who should have been here to give you your instructions is away at present. (i think I mentioned that it was Christmas Day I)
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
Jeffery E. Jeffery
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780331515732
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.6 cm
Page Count - 288
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Contributors
Author
Jeffery E. Jeffery
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781330919781
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.6 cm
Page Count - 290
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