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@@ -598,7 +598,7 @@ sliding downhill the whole way on a sled. And a _forced_ 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
@@ -1262,7 +1262,7 @@ Culver had never heard before.
Suddenly the Colonel’s flat voice broke through the stillness: “All
right, Billy, let’s saddle up.”
-“‘Tallion saddle up!” The Major’s words were eager and shrill, became
+“’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--_Saddle up, saddle up_--while the battalion rose to its