It's important that you should visualise your foe.

The henemy is hever before you.

Anything be-ind a British soldier won't trouble anybody, and you are to remember that hit's either you or 'im." In moments of rapid action the sergeant major evidently had difficulty with his aspirates.
"The suspended sacks before you represent the henemy.

You are to treat 'em so." Having got his line within striking distance of the swinging sacks, the exercise was directed by two commands, "On guard!" and "Point!" the first of which was supposed to knock off the enemy's thrust, and the second to drive the bayonet home into his vitals, after which, without command, there must be a swift recovery.
"Naw then, Hn-gah!--Pint!!!" For some moments, in response to these orders, the squad practised "guarding" and "pointing," not, however, to the complete satisfaction of the sergeant.
"Naw, then, number five, stick it hinto 'im.

Ye ain't 'andin' a lidy an unbreller!" Another attempt by number five being still suggestive of the amenities proper to a social function, the sergeant major stepped up to the overgentle soldier.
"Naw, then," he said, "hobserve! There's my henemy.