With One, The Pleasure He Derives From His
Morning Bath Outweighs The Fact That For The Rest Of The Day He Must
Carry A Rubber Bathtub.
Another man is hearty, tough, and inured to
an out-of-door life.
He can sleep on a pile of coal or standing on
his head, and he naturally scorns to carry a bed. But another man,
should he sleep all night on the ground, the next day would be of no
use to himself, his regiment, or his newspaper. So he carries a
folding cot and the more fortunate one of tougher fibre laughs at
him. Another man says that the only way to campaign is to travel
"light," and sets forth with rain-coat and field-glass. He honestly
thinks that he travels light because his intelligence tells him it is
the better way; but, as a matter of fact, he does so because he is
lazy. Throughout the entire campaign he borrows from his friends,
and with that camaraderie and unselfishness that never comes to the
surface so strongly as when men are thrown together in camp, they
lend him whatever he needs. When the war is over, he is the man who
goes about saying: "Some of those fellows carried enough stuff to
fill a moving van. Now, look what I did. I made the entire campaign
on a tooth-brush."
As a matter of fact, I have a sneaking admiration for the man who
dares to borrow. His really is the part of wisdom.
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