He has been on the spot.

He ought to know, and the army's his job." "Busby," Wyatt declared, "is the silliest old ass who ever escaped petticoats by the mere accident of sex.

I tell you he is just the sort of idiot the Germans have been longing to get hold of and twist round their fingers.

Before twelve months or two years have passed, you'll curse the name of that man, when you look at the mess he has made of the army.
Peace is all very well--universal peace.

The only way we can secure it is by being a good deal stronger than we are at present." "That is your point of view," Hebblethwaite reminded him.