The Squadroon by Ardern Beaman #223081

Long, long ago, in the good old days before the Country and the Service had gone to the dogs, Uncle John commanded a Regiment of Heavy Dragoons. He has just written to me. "How is it," he asks, "that we can hear nothing of the doings of the Cavalry?" When they've been engaged in some of the biggest battles in history those two young rascals of mine write and say, 'We fairly put it across the Hun,' or 'The Hun airly put it across us.' That is their graphic way of describing a great victory or a crushing defeat! And I can get no further details out of them whatever - and all the others I know are equally reticent. You've always set up to be a bit of a scribe. Of course your delivery is damnable - but there's sometimes some good sense in your sermons, and, whatever the rest of the family may say, I've always believed with your poor mother that you write them yourself.