So we would attempt to nap. But as he had a twin bed, space was limited, so I would insist he be the big spoon and I be the little spoon.

The officers cursed and dogwhipped their way through to fall into a ragged line before Raj where he waited with the signallers and Battalion standard; the companies fell in to the shouted commands of their NCOs […]

One sometimes regrets that the War is over— thinking of the gipsy life that one led, of the unstaling interests and the bigness of it all, but above everything of the unconstrained friendliness that was bom and fostered in days of instant peril and in trench and dug-out and ramshackle billet.

So are you admitting God instructed Adam and Eve's children to engage in incest? Directed them on the path to incestism? Is such a God worthy of worship?