He read the document: “Where is the rest of your squad?” “In the front carriage of the train, Sir. Only I need to travel with the coffin.” I guessed that he would be simply too idle to check the front carriage for the rest of my squad. “But there’s no mention of any coffin in these orders, Sergeant. How is that?” “Well, Sir, you will recall that there were no military casualties in the engagement outside the university. So, ...” “And you were there?” “Yessir, I was,” I replied. “And were there? Were there casualties, Sergeant? Unofficially, of course,” pursued the Major. This put me in a dilemma: did I reveal what was obviously a military secret (i.e. the fact that there had actually been casualties) or did I refuse to answer the direct question of a superior officer? I took the same line as before: “I’m not at liberty to answer that question , Major.” I waited, still staring straight ahead, still standing at attention. David had been listening in. He was obviously unhappy. I could hear him making little grunts and groans of protest from within the coffin – and, so, I think, could the Major. “Can you hear something, Sergeant?” I put on a puzzled expression and responded: “Only the noise of the train, Sir.” David’s unhappy noises subsided for a moment but the Major was still not content. “Well, Sergeant,” he said. “I understand that you may not be able to answer my questions directly...” Okay. “... but you can satisfy my curiosity by opening the coffin, can’t you?”
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