diff options
| author | pgww <pgww@lists.pglaf.org> | 2025-11-04 02:39:24 -0800 |
|---|---|---|
| committer | pgww <pgww@lists.pglaf.org> | 2025-11-04 02:39:24 -0800 |
| commit | cfb175c02d3d406531379d64b82ec684f5f483b1 (patch) | |
| tree | e6ba03dd01ba06d57d96e68116da93b173173fcb /76604-h | |
| parent | 1876bdd32aa2c3b81629965f02fd3c17fa690841 (diff) | |
Diffstat (limited to '76604-h')
| -rw-r--r-- | 76604-h/76604-h.htm | 4 |
1 files changed, 2 insertions, 2 deletions
diff --git a/76604-h/76604-h.htm b/76604-h/76604-h.htm index 666b638..53b2796 100644 --- a/76604-h/76604-h.htm +++ b/76604-h/76604-h.htm @@ -690,7 +690,7 @@ sliding downhill the whole way on a sled. And a <i>forced</i> march, mind you. You just don’t stroll along, you know. That’s like running. That’s a regulation two-and-a-half miles per hour with only a ten-minute break each hour. So H & S Company is fouled up. So maybe it is. He can’t take -green troops like these and do that. After a couple of seven-or ten-or +green troops like these and do that. After a couple of seven- or ten- or fifteen-mile conditioning hikes, maybe so. If they were young. And rested. Barracks-fresh. But this silly son of a bitch is going to have all these tired, flabby old men flapping around on the ground like a @@ -1350,7 +1350,7 @@ Culver had never heard before.</p> <p>Suddenly the Colonel’s flat voice broke through the stillness: “All right, Billy, let’s saddle up.”</p> -<p>“<span class="lftspc">‘</span>Tallion saddle up!” The Major’s words were eager and shrill, became +<p>“<span class="lftspc">’</span>Tallion saddle up!” The Major’s words were eager and shrill, became multiplied down the long mile. “Smoking lamp’s out!” The blue cloud dissolved on the air, the gnats descended in a swarm and the voices passed on—<i>Saddle up, saddle up</i>—while the bat<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_76">{76}</a></span>talion rose to its |