This diary extract was on learning Army discipline.
“I soon got tired of my Military life and wished myself somewhere else. I used to bother the lives out of the Drill-Sergeants, what with trailing my musket after me along the ground out of spite towards it. How I hated it.”
“One had to run from one end of the Esplanade to the other when the bugle sounded, in the middle of a burning hot day and yet obliged to look pleasant withal.”
“I got over it in about 10 weeks.”