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"
Try
it
.
They
do
n't
freeze
,
maybe
you
wo
n't
.
Or
,
if
you
do
n't
care
for
company
,
you
might
walk
around
all
night
.
Nobody
'll
bother
you
,
as
long
as
you
stay
inside
the
posted
guards
.
You
wo
n't
freeze
if
you
keep
moving
.
Of
course
you
may
be
a
little
tired
tomorrow
.
"
He
grinned
again
.
I
saluted
and
went
back
to
my
squad
.
We
divvied
up
,
share
and
share
alike
--
and
I
came
out
with
less
food
than
I
had
started
;
some
of
those
idiots
either
had
n't
sneaked
out
anything
to
eat
,
or
had
eaten
all
they
had
while
we
marched
.
But
a
few
crackers
and
a
couple
of
prunes
will
do
a
lot
to
quiet
your
stomach
's
sounding
alert
.
The
sheep
trick
works
,
too
;
our
whole
section
,
three
squads
,
did
it
together
.
I
do
n't
recommend
it
as
a
way
to
sleep
;
you
are
either
in
the
outer
layer
,
frozen
on
one
side
and
trying
to
worm
your
way
inside
,
or
you
are
inside
,
fairly
warm
but
with
everybody
else
trying
to
shove
his
elbows
,
feet
,
and
halitosis
on
you
.
You
migrate
from
one
condition
to
the
other
all
night
long
in
sort
of
a
Brownian
movement
,
never
quite
waking
up
and
never
really
sound
asleep
.
All
this
makes
a
night
about
a
hundred
years
long
.
We
turned
out
at
dawn
to
the
familiar
shout
of
:
"
Up
you
come
!
On
the
bounce
!
"
encouraged
by
instructors
'
batons
applied
smartly
on
fundaments
sticking
out
of
the
piles
...
and
then
we
did
setting-up
exercises
.
I
felt
like
a
corpse
and
did
n't
see
how
I
could
touch
my
toes
.
But
I
did
,
though
it
hurt
,
and
twenty
minutes
later
when
we
hit
the
trail
I
merely
felt
elderly
.
Sergeant
Zim
was
n't
even
mussed
and
somehow
the
scoundrel
had
managed
to
shave
.
The
Sun
warmed
our
backs
as
we
marched
and
Zim
started
us
singing
,
oldies
at
first
,
like
"
Le
Regiment
de
Sambre
et
Meuse
"
and
"
Caissons
"
and
"
Halls
of
Montezuma
"
and
then
our
own
"
Cap
Trooper
's
Polka
"
which
moves
you
into
quickstep
and
pulls
you
on
into
a
trot
.
Sergeant
Zim
could
n't
carry
a
tune
in
a
sack
;
all
he
had
was
a
loud
voice
.
But
Breckinridge
had
a
sure
,
strong
lead
and
could
hold
the
rest
of
us
in
the
teeth
of
Zim
's
terrible
false
notes
.
We
all
felt
cocky
and
covered
with
spines
.
But
we
did
n't
feel
cocky
fifty
miles
later
.
It
had
been
a
long
night
;
it
was
an
endless
day
--
and
Zim
chewed
us
out
for
the
way
we
looked
on
parade
and
several
boots
got
gigged
for
failing
to
shave
in
the
nine
whole
minutes
between
the
time
we
fell
out
after
the
march
and
fell
back
in
again
for
parade
.
Several
recruits
resigned
that
evening
and
I
thought
about
it
but
did
n't
because
I
had
those
silly
boot
chevrons
and
had
n't
been
busted
yet
.
That
night
there
was
a
two-hour
alert
.
But
eventually
I
learned
to
appreciate
the
homey
luxury
of
two
or
three
dozen
warm
bodies
to
snuggle
up
to
,
because
twelve
weeks
later
they
dumped
me
down
raw
naked
in
a
primitive
area
of
the
Canadian
Rockies
and
I
had
to
make
my
way
forty
miles
through
mountains
.
I
made
it
--
and
hated
the
Army
every
inch
of
the
way
.
