Cavalry of the Clouds

terious Date. The orderly - room whispers: "June the fifteenth"; the senior officers' quarters murmur: "France on June the fifteenth"; the mess echoes to the tidings spread by the subaltern-who - knows: "We're for it on June the fifteenth, me lad"; through the men's hutments the word is spread: "It's good-bye to this blinking hole on June the fifteenth"; the Home receives a letter and confides to other homes: "Reginald's lot are going to the war on June the fifteenth"; finally, if we are to believe Mr.William le Queux, the Military Intelligence Department of the German Empire dockets a report: "Das zwolfzigste Battalion (Bat- terie oder Escadrille) geht am 15 Juni nach Frankreich." June opens with an overhaul of officers and men. Last leave is distributed, the doctor examines everybody by batches, backward warriors are worried until they become expert, the sergeant-major polishes his men on the grindstone of discipline, the C.O. indents for a draft to complete establishment, an inspection is held by an awesome general. Except for the mobilisation stores everything is complete by June 10. But there is still no sign of the wanted stores on the Date, and June 16 finds the unit still in the same blinking hole, wherever that may be. The days drag on, and Date the second is placed on a pedestal. "Many thanks for an extra fortnight in England," says the subaltern - who - knows; "we're not going till June the twenty- seventh." The adjutant, light duty, is ...