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Zim
slapped
him
hard
on
the
shoulder
.
"
Back
in
ranks
,
soldier
.
C'pnee
!
"
Then
,
for
twenty
minutes
,
we
went
through
calisthenics
that
left
me
as
dripping
hot
as
I
had
been
shivering
cold
.
Zim
led
it
himself
,
doing
it
all
with
us
and
shouting
the
count
.
He
had
n't
been
mussed
that
I
could
see
;
he
was
n't
breathing
hard
as
we
finished
.
He
never
led
the
exercises
after
that
morning
(
we
never
saw
him
again
before
breakfast
;
rank
hath
its
privileges
)
,
but
he
did
that
morning
,
and
when
it
was
over
and
we
were
all
bushed
,
he
led
us
at
a
trot
to
the
mess
tent
,
shouting
at
us
the
whole
way
to
"
Step
it
up
!
On
the
bounce
!
You
're
dragging
your
tails
!
"
We
always
trotted
everywhere
at
Camp
Arthur
Currie
.
I
never
did
find
out
who
Currie
was
,
but
he
must
have
been
a
trackman
.
Breckinridge
was
already
in
the
mess
tent
,
with
a
cast
on
his
wrist
but
thumb
and
fingers
showing
.
I
heard
him
say
,
"
Naw
,
just
a
greenstick
fractchuh
--
ah
've
played
a
whole
quahtuh
with
wuss
.
But
you
wait
--
ah
'll
fix
him
.
"
I
had
my
doubts
.
Shujumi
,
maybe
--
but
not
that
big
ape
.
He
simply
did
n't
know
when
he
was
outclassed
.
I
disliked
Zim
from
the
first
moment
I
laid
eyes
on
him
.
But
he
had
style
.
Breakfast
was
all
right
--
all
the
meals
were
all
right
;
there
was
none
of
that
nonsense
some
boarding
schools
have
of
making
your
life
miserable
at
the
table
.
If
you
wanted
to
slump
down
and
shovel
it
in
with
both
hands
,
nobody
bothered
you
--
which
was
good
,
as
meals
were
practically
the
only
time
somebody
was
n't
riding
you
.
The
menu
for
breakfast
was
n't
anything
like
what
I
had
been
used
to
at
home
and
the
civilians
that
waited
on
us
slapped
the
food
around
in
a
fashion
that
would
have
made
Mother
grow
pale
and
leave
for
her
room
--
but
it
was
hot
and
it
was
plentiful
and
the
cooking
was
okay
if
plain
.
I
ate
about
four
times
what
I
normally
do
and
washed
it
down
with
mug
after
mug
of
coffee
with
cream
and
lots
of
sugar
--
I
would
have
eaten
a
shark
without
stopping
to
skin
him
.
Jenkins
showed
up
with
Corporal
Bronski
behind
him
as
I
was
starting
on
seconds
.
They
stopped
for
a
moment
at
a
table
where
Zim
was
eating
alone
,
then
Jenkins
slumped
onto
a
vacant
stool
by
mine
.
He
looked
mighty
seedy-pale
,
exhausted
,
and
his
breath
rasping
.
I
said
,
"
Here
,
let
me
pour
you
some
coffee
.
"
He
shook
his
head
.
