Order was of the utmost importance in war. Both still wore their dirty uniforms, but not an inch of either uniform was out of place. Jason patted him on the back and made eye contact with Thorne’s friend, Lieutenant Haversham, who was sitting next to the boy before the fire. Fear and excitement could both upset a man’s constitution. Jason himself had thrown up after his first battle. Either crying or throwing up had produced that. Jason would say they won if the victory hadn’t been steeped in carnage. The young man had seen his first action yesterday at Busaco, and he’d looked green around the gills when Jason had seen him not long after the battle was over. A re you all right, Lieutenant? Jason Randall stopped beside Bertie Thorne.
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