Am I right?
So they've made you a brigadier! Aren't you the staff officer they sent to strafe a regiment of Anzacs for going into action without orders?
We chased you to cover! I can see you now running for fear we'd shoot you! Hah!" Grim took the only course possible in the circumstances.

The brigadier's neck was crimson, and Jeremy had to be saved somehow.
"Touch of sun, sir--that and hardship have unhinged him a bit.

Suffers from delusions.

Suppose I keep him here until the doctor sees him ?" "Um-m-m! Ah! Yes, you'd better.

See he gets no whisky, will you?
Too bad! Too bad! What a pity!" Our three visitors left in a hurry, contriving to look devilish important.