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Meanwhile the Global Council for War Regulation Sitting in Geneva declares that these humanitarian proposals in no way disparage the honesty and courage of the Ettrick soldiers who carried out General Jardine Craig Douglasâs plan, while still condemning absolutely their recklessness in obeying him. The Global and Interplanetary Council for War Regulation Sitting in Geneva agrees with the public eye and the mass of public opinion, in declaring the battle between Northumbria and Ettrick a draw; but also declare it a battle fought in circumstances degrading to the senior officers responsible, a kind of battle which must never be repeated .
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Wat screwed the printout into a ball, cried, âGood for Geneva!â and flung the ball lightly at Colonel Wardlaw so that it bounced off his ear. The Colonel flinched then muttered, âHard on your dad.â
âItâs right about the Dad! But weâll forgive his bloody craziness if it gets three good rules like that made law.â
âYou havenae drunk your whisky,â said Rab.
âI donât need it now,â said Wat, standing and going to them. They too were drinking Macallan. He tipped a neat third of his glass into each of theirs then signed to the barman for a strong coffee. It was brought.
âI hate Dryhope, heâs a smug bastard,â sang Davie softly.
âHe cannae help it,â said Rab, âHe wins a world-famous draw by cheatery, fails in his suicide attempt and gets praised by Geneva for standing up to his daddy, though he did exactly what the old man telt him. Do you hate him too, Colonel?â
âAye, but I hate his wee brother worse. Cadet Dryhope!â yelled the Colonel, âStop standing there like a replica of Michel-fucking-angeloâs David! In the days before the establishment of our democratic Utopia pretty wee soldiers who stood straight and cocky in front of crippled officers were given a hundred lashes. Slouch like your brother.â
âBut the standard! â whispered the boy trying to slouch and plead frantically at the same time. âClear out Sandy,â said Wat. Sandy left. As he opened and shut the door they heard a burst of hubbub from below pierced by the music of pipes playing a coronach.
âColonel Wardlaw!â said Wat sharply, âTell menow why grown men like the Henderlands and Foulshiels â men with no interest in warrior business â are waiting downstairs among a crowd of weans and lassies.â
âI donât know,â muttered Wardlaw.
âWill I go down and find out?â asked Wat.
âThe gameâs a bogie, men,â said the colonel to the other players. He flung his cards on the table and turned his chair to face Wat. Davie dealt the cards again and went on playing with Rab.
In a low voice pitched for Watâs ears only Colonel Wardlaw said, âLook at my face, Dryhope.â
Wat did so with frank pleasure because it took his attention away from the surgical corset holding the Colonelâs body together; then he saw that only a pale-blue left eye showed intelligence. The bloodshot right stared fixedly sideways from a pupil so big it blotted out the iris.
âSorry, Tam,â said Wat quietly, âI thought only your lower parts were hurt.â
âNo. The head has the worst damage and not where you see it. Thereâs a sore buzzing insidethat I try to think isnae an insect. I wish youâd spent a month wandering the hills, Wattie, because I need peace. I said Here comes trouble when you arrived because you make us a quorum â the three officers and one colonel needed to dispatch urgent regimental business. Wattie, neither me nor Rab nor Davie could dispatch a paper aeroplane. Weâre as queer and gruesome as a week with nine Mondays. Iâm done with soldiering, Wattie. Weâre all done with soldiering. The knocks we got from Northumbria are mainly why but that message
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