Reveille was at six, so at half-past four, Jack woke the sergeants and gave them sharp orders. They stared at him through sleep-heavy eyes.
“Welcome to Gondabad,” Jack said. “Now do your duty.”
Sipping a mug of coffee, Jack toured the barracks and checked the silver watch that Mary had given him on their tenth wedding anniversary. Smiling, he returned to the sergeant"s mess. “Five o"clock. Wake the men!”
Dashing into the barracks of the three companies he commanded, Jack fired his pistol in the air, shouting.
“Wake up! Get up!”
“Come on you lazy bastards!” The sergeants relished their part in the procedure, tipping up beds, dragging the young soldiers upright and screaming a***e at the top of their voices. “The Russians are coming! Grab your rifles and get fell in! Come on! Never mind
