NOT LOSING.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 7, 1 August 1941, Page 12

NOT LOSING.

Squad of infantry trainees'had been taken by motor truck several miles from the camp to do some field work, and then instructed 'to march back to camp. Country was strange to. the mob, officers included, and, on the way back, everyone was wondering how far they were from home. A drover came in sight as the boys slogged wearily along the dusty road. Captain hailed the drover and asked him how far it was to the camp location. “About five miles,” said the drover. The boys carried on/ The road seemed never ending and they thought they had covered the five miles when a farmer stopped his plough team to watch them straggling past. ’ Captain asked the ploughman the distance to the camp. “About five miles, I’d reckon,” was the reply. < With set jaws they continued on their way. They had been marching for some time-easily five miles they believed — when the captain halted them at a gate where a carrier was unloading some goods. “How far might we be from camp?” asked the captain. “Just about five miles, I’d say,” said .the carrier. Came a voice from the ranks: “Thank heavens we’re holding our own.” •J* *'*'