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He
shall
rule
them
with
a
rod
of
iron
.
Revelations
II
:25
I
did
Basic
at
Camp
Arthur
Currie
on
the
northern
prairies
,
along
with
a
couple
of
thousand
other
victims
--
and
I
do
mean
"
Camp
,
"
as
the
only
permanent
buildings
there
were
to
shelter
equipment
.
We
slept
and
ate
in
tents
;
we
lived
outdoors
--
if
you
call
that
"
living
,
"
which
I
did
n't
,
at
the
time
.
I
was
used
to
a
warm
climate
;
it
seemed
to
me
that
the
North
Pole
was
just
five
miles
north
of
camp
and
getting
closer
.
Ice
Age
returning
,
no
doubt
.
But
exercise
will
keep
you
warm
and
they
saw
to
it
that
we
got
plenty
of
that
.
The
first
morning
we
were
there
they
woke
us
up
before
daybreak
.
I
had
had
trouble
adjusting
to
the
change
in
time
zones
and
it
seemed
to
me
that
I
had
just
got
to
sleep
;
I
could
n't
believe
that
anyone
seriously
intended
that
I
should
get
up
in
the
middle
of
the
night
.
But
they
did
mean
it
.
A
speaker
somewhere
was
blaring
out
a
military
march
,
fit
to
wake
the
dead
,
and
a
hairy
nuisance
who
had
come
charging
down
the
company
street
yelling
,
"
Everybody
out
!
Show
a
leg
!
On
the
bounce
!
"
came
marauding
back
again
just
as
I
had
pulled
the
covers
over
my
head
,
tipped
over
my
cot
and
dumped
me
on
the
cold
hard
ground
.
It
was
an
impersonal
attention
;
he
did
n't
even
wait
to
see
if
I
hit
.
Ten
minutes
later
,
dressed
in
trousers
,
undershirt
,
and
shoes
,
I
was
lined
up
with
the
others
in
ragged
ranks
for
setting-up
exercises
just
as
the
Sun
looked
over
the
eastern
horizon
.
Facing
us
was
a
big
broad-shouldered
,
mean-looking
man
,
dressed
just
as
we
were
--
except
that
while
I
looked
and
felt
like
a
poor
job
of
embalming
,
his
chin
was
shaved
blue
,
his
trousers
were
sharply
creased
,
you
could
have
used
his
shoes
for
mirrors
,
and
his
manner
was
alert
,
wide-awake
,
relaxed
,
and
rested
.
You
got
the
impression
that
he
never
needed
to
sleep
--
just
ten-thousand-mile
checkups
and
dust
him
off
occasionally
.
He
bellowed
,
"
C'pnee
!
Atten
...
shut
!
I
am
Career
Ship
's
Sergeant
Zim
,
your
company
commander
.
When
you
speak
to
me
,
you
will
salute
and
say
,
'
Sir
'
--
you
will
salute
and
'
sir
'
anyone
who
carries
an
instructor
's
baton
--
"
He
was
carrying
a
swagger
cane
and
now
made
a
quick
reverse
moulinet
with
it
to
show
what
he
meant
by
an
instructor
's
baton
;
I
had
noticed
men
carrying
them
when
we
had
arrived
the
night
before
and
had
intended
to
get
one
myself
--
they
looked
smart
.
Now
I
changed
my
mind
.
"
--
because
we
do
n't
have
enough
officers
around
here
for
you
to
practice
on
.
You
'll
practice
on
us
.
Who
sneezed
?
"
