A great love and sympathy always seem to exist between the British officer and his men. One of the reasons is the justice and unselfishness of the officer. For instance, a British officer among the walking wounded never goes ahead of his men to have his wounds dressed. Outside of one dressing station sat a young colonel with a bad wound. One of the secretaries noticed him and said, "You had better get into the dressing station at once." "It is not my turn. I will not go out of turn." Some four hours later, the secretary, passing out food and drink, again noticed the colonel. "Here! Why haven't you had your wounds dressed?" he exclaimed. "I am waiting for my turn." "But it was your turn a long time ago." "Are you sure?" "Of course I am. Come, let me help you." Into the dressing room he staggered. He had no idea that he had done a heroic thing. —"Youth's Companion."
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