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"I am a man who adopt the profession of arms submit my own free will to a law of perpetual constraint. Of my own accord I reject my right to live where I choose, to say what I think, to dress as I like. In the word of command I must rise, march, run, endure bad weather, go without sleep or food, be isolated in some distant post, work till I drop. It needs but an order to settle me in this place, to move me to that, to separate me from my family and dislocate my normal life. I ceased to be the master of my own fate. If I drop in my tracks, if my ashes are scattered to the four winds, that is all part and parcel of my job.”