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Epigraph

They say that the sergeant’s a very nice chap,

Oh what a tale to tell.

Ask him for leave on a Saturday night –

He’ll pay your fare home as well.

There’s many a soldier has blighted his life

Thro’ writing rude words on the wall,

You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean,

So cheer up, my lads. Bless ’em all!

Trooping song