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Going up to Kemmel one day I had to wait in battalion headquarters for the officer I had gone to see. He was attending a court martial. Presently he came into the wooden hut, with a flushed face.
"Sorry I had to keep you," he said. "Tomorrow there will be one swine less in the world."