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He
was
older
than
most
of
us
and
had
been
ordained
in
some
obscure
little
sect
I
had
never
heard
of
.
But
he
put
a
lot
of
passion
into
his
preaching
whether
his
theology
was
orthodox
or
not
(
do
n't
ask
me
)
and
he
was
certainly
in
a
position
to
understand
the
problems
of
a
recruit
.
And
the
singing
was
fun
.
Besides
,
there
was
nowhere
else
to
go
on
Sunday
morning
between
morning
police
and
lunch
.
The
band
suffered
a
lot
of
attrition
but
somehow
they
always
kept
it
going
.
The
camp
owned
four
sets
of
pipes
and
some
Scottish
uniforms
,
donated
by
Lochiel
of
Cameron
whose
son
had
been
killed
there
in
training
--
and
one
of
us
boots
turned
out
to
be
a
piper
;
he
had
learned
it
in
the
Scottish
Boy
Scouts
.
Pretty
soon
we
had
four
pipers
,
maybe
not
good
but
loud
.
Pipes
seem
very
odd
when
you
first
hear
them
,
and
a
tyro
practicing
can
set
your
teeth
on
edge
--
it
sounds
and
looks
as
if
he
had
a
cat
under
his
arm
,
its
tail
in
his
mouth
,
and
biting
it
.
But
they
grow
on
you
.
The
first
time
our
pipers
kicked
their
heels
out
in
front
of
the
band
,
skirling
away
at
"
Alamein
Dead
,
"
my
hair
stood
up
so
straight
it
lifted
my
cap
.
It
gets
you
--
makes
tears
.
We
could
n't
take
a
parade
band
out
on
route
march
,
of
course
,
because
no
special
allowances
were
made
for
the
band
.
Tubas
and
bass
drums
had
to
stay
behind
because
a
boy
in
the
band
had
to
carry
full
kit
,
same
as
everybody
,
and
could
only
manage
an
instrument
small
enough
to
add
to
his
load
.
But
the
M.
I.
has
band
instruments
which
I
do
n't
believe
anybody
else
has
,
such
as
a
little
box
hardly
bigger
than
a
harmonica
,
an
electronic
gadget
which
does
an
amazing
job
of
faking
a
big
horn
and
is
played
the
same
way
.
Comes
band
call
when
you
are
headed
for
the
horizon
,
each
bandsman
sheds
his
kit
without
stopping
,
his
squadmates
split
it
up
,
and
he
trots
to
the
column
position
of
the
color
company
and
starts
blasting
.
It
helps
.
The
band
drifted
aft
,
almost
out
of
earshot
,
and
we
stopped
singing
because
your
own
singing
drowns
out
the
beat
when
it
's
too
far
away
.
I
suddenly
realized
I
felt
good
.
I
tried
to
think
why
I
did
.
Because
we
would
be
in
after
a
couple
of
hours
and
I
could
resign
?
No
.
When
I
had
decided
to
resign
,
it
had
indeed
given
me
a
measure
of
peace
,
quieted
down
my
awful
jitters
and
let
me
go
to
sleep
.
But
this
was
something
else
--
and
no
reason
for
it
,
that
I
could
see
.
