ABSTRACT
One day on a route march we were approaching the crest of a hill which was decorated by the unusual sight of two horsemen. Even from a distance they seemed to be spectacularly smart; one of them was carrying a lance from which a pennant fluttered. As the head of our column, now a company almost at full strength, neared the crest a commotion of orders broke out—clearly 'some ruddy general'. For the life of me I couldn't think whose army we were supposed to be in. We were all marching at attention and just before it was my turn to give the order, "Eyes right", I saw that the officer we were saluting was General Haig.
