And why did I not go down and make him some comparatively comfortable sort of home somehow? — (
for of course the married officers could live in their own ‘digs’) — Because he was firmly convinced that if he lived in rooms with me he would not learn one quarter as much of soldiering as by living in Barracks — and time at best was short.
I had not the faintest doubt that he was right, we had mutually accepted that only one thing was to be thought of, one end to be worked for, and my going to live down there would not only not help but would hinder the best achievement of that end. So that was that.
(Kittie Calderon’s memoirs)
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