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Paddy
laughed
.
"
The
'
soldier
's
shilling
'
eh
?
Being
a
blacksmith
in
Wahine
pays
a
lot
better
than
being
a
soldier
in
Europe
.
"
"
But
I
'll
be
over
there
,
maybe
I
'll
get
the
chance
to
be
something
better
than
a
blacksmith
!
It
's
my
only
way
out
,
Daddy
.
"
"
Nonsense
!
Good
God
,
boy
,
you
do
n't
know
what
you
're
saying
.
War
is
terrible
.
I
come
from
a
country
that
's
been
at
war
for
a
thousand
years
,
so
I
know
what
I
'm
saying
.
Have
n't
you
heard
the
Boer
War
chaps
talking
?
You
go
into
Wahine
often
enough
,
so
next
time
listen
.
And
anyway
,
it
strikes
me
that
the
blasted
English
use
Anzacs
as
fodder
for
the
enemy
guns
,
putting
them
into
places
where
they
do
n't
want
to
waste
their
own
precious
troops
.
Look
at
the
way
that
saber-rattling
Churchill
sent
our
men
into
something
as
useless
as
Gallipoli
!
Ten
thousand
killed
out
of
fifty
thousand
!
Twice
as
bad
as
decimation
.
"
Why
should
you
go
fighting
old
Mother
England
's
wars
for
her
?
What
has
she
ever
done
for
you
,
except
bleed
her
colonies
white
?
If
you
went
to
England
they
'd
look
down
their
noses
at
you
for
being
a
colonial
.
En
Zed
is
n't
in
any
danger
,
nor
is
Australia
.
It
might
do
old
Mother
England
the
world
of
good
to
be
defeated
;
it
's
more
than
time
someone
paid
her
for
what
she
's
done
to
Ireland
.
I
certainly
would
n't
weep
any
tears
if
the
Kaiser
ended
up
marching
down
the
Strand
.
"
"
But
Daddy
,
I
want
to
enlist
!
"
"
You
can
want
all
you
like
,
Frank
,
but
you
are
n't
going
,
so
you
may
as
well
forget
the
whole
idea
.
You
're
not
big
enough
to
be
a
soldier
.
"
Frank
's
face
flushed
,
his
lips
came
together
;
his
lack
of
stature
was
a
very
sore
point
with
him
.
At
school
he
had
always
been
the
smallest
boy
in
his
class
,
and
fought
twice
as
many
battles
as
anyone
else
because
of
it
.
Of
late
a
terrible
doubt
had
begun
to
invade
his
being
,
for
at
seventeen
he
was
exactly
the
same
five
feet
three
he
had
been
at
fourteen
;
perhaps
he
had
stopped
growing
.
Only
he
knew
the
agonies
to
which
he
subjected
his
body
and
his
spirit
,
the
stretching
,
the
exercises
,
the
fruitless
hoping
.
Smithying
had
given
him
a
strength
out
of
all
proportion
to
his
height
,
however
;
had
Paddy
consciously
chosen
a
profession
for
someone
of
Frank
's
temperament
,
he
could
not
have
chosen
better
.
A
small
structure
of
pure
power
,
at
seventeen
he
had
never
been
defeated
in
a
fight
and
was
already
famous
throughout
the
Taranaki
peninsula
.
All
his
anger
,
frustration
and
inferiority
came
into
a
fight
with
him
,
and
they
were
more
than
the
biggest
,
strongest
local
could
contend
with
,
allied
as
they
were
to
a
body
in
superb
physical
condition
,
an
excellent
brain
,
viciousness
and
indomitable
will
.
The
bigger
and
tougher
they
were
,
the
more
Frank
wanted
to
see
them
humbled
in
the
dust
.
His
peers
trod
a
wide
detour
around
him
,
for
his
aggressiveness
was
well
known
.
Of
late
he
had
branched
out
of
the
ranks
of
youths
in
his
search
for
challenges
,
and
the
local
men
still
talked
about
the
day
he
had
beaten
Jim
Collins
to
a
pulp
,
though
Jim
Collins
was
twenty-two
years
old
,
stood
six
feet
four
in
his
socks
and
could
lift
horses
.
With
his
left
arm
broken
and
his
ribs
cracked
,
Frank
had
fought
on
until
Jim
Collins
was
a
slobbering
mass
of
bloodied
flesh
at
his
feet
,
and
he
had
to
be
forcibly
restrained
from
kicking
the
senseless
face
in
.
As
soon
as
the
arm
healed
and
the
ribs
came
out
of
strapping
,
Frank
went
into
town
and
lifted
a
horse
,
just
to
show
that
Jim
was
n't
the
only
one
who
could
,
and
that
it
did
n't
depend
on
a
man
's
size
.
