the boards and the rest of the field nowhere.
âWell, Bertha, sheâs jumping up and down and screaming for this Poppies Pride to come on! Come on!
âThen, of a sudden, she stops and sits down quiet and clasps her hands and looks at Bigfoot Bill and says in a gentle voice, sort of reverently: âFall, you bastard, fall.â
âAnd the next hurdle Bigfoot Bill runs slap bang into it, falls arse over head and breaks his neck. Poppies Pride romps home and Bertha collects and I get my quid back.
âSo, I wouldnât altogether disbelieve in the power of prayer.â
Cairo, the Log and Fluffy sat together on the edge of the end bed, facing into the darkness towards the sea.
âYou wonât find it so bad,â the Log was saying, quietly. âYouâll be frightenedâeveryone isâbut youâll get through it. You go through it with your mates, you rely on them, they rely on you. The worst is the lonelinessânot so bad in the jungle, but down the desertâwhen youâre moving forward under fire, strung out in a thin line five yards apart, you get awful lonely. You find yourself edging over to the bloke next to youâit makes you feel better to be close to someone. But thatâs a bad thingâkeep scattered, keep apart all the time, then if they get you they only get oneâif youâre together, the whole group cops it.â
He nodded his head towards the crowded tent: âTheyâll fight well, these boysâ¦â
âHell, thereâll always be wars, Harry,â said Janos for argument. âItâs in the nature of man.â
âThen change his nature,â said Pez.
âIs it the nature of man?â demands Harry Drew. âOr is it the nature of those who lead him, of those who sell and buy?
âIs it manâs nature to destroy himself? To shut himself away from all the comfort of the world? Think! Think! While ever there are a hundred million people in the world who parrot like you that war is manâs natureâthat wars will always beâthen thereâs no hope for us. Thereâs enough blindness and treachery in the high places without ordinary people turning to hatred and stupid cant.
âThereâs probably not one of you really knows what heâs fighting for. You never think! All you can do is parrot that thereâll always be wars. Itâs only by chance that you are fighting this time on the right side. Itâs just that man is really good at heart, that injustice stirs him to anger of itself, that he will fight for liberty by instinct. Man progresses despite himselfâout of a thousand, million blundering yearsâ¦â
âBut we progress,â insisted Pez. âWe progress.â
âSure, we progress,â said Harry. âWe have done wonders! We have conjured new life, new states, new miracles of machines from the earth and air since the century turned. But how much faster, how much further, could we go if you and all the other millions like you realised your power and fought for that?â
âBut you canât do without the moneyed man,â said young Bishie evilly.
âCanât do without the moneyed man!â snarled Harry Drew in disgust. âHow long will it take you mugs to realise that the moneyed man canât do without you?â
âNow, now,â said Janos soothingly. âDonât do the nana. Take it easy. Keep your shirt on.â
âIâm not doing the nana!â yelled Harry Drew. âIâm trying to drum some sense into your bloody thick skulls.â
âGentlemen!â said Whispering John, ducking in under the tent flap.
There was a sudden silence and he looked at them with an important malignant grin: âNow you new blokes are going to get your feet in the mud. Itâs onâweâre moving tomorrow.â
Everyone felt that faint thrill of coolness in their hearts. No fear, but a tightening of