midnight
`` Do n't know your own name , eh ? '' said the officer , glaring at the man savagely , using his curt voice like a whip . -- `` Quick , take off yer shirt and pants and get back to bed . '' The Officer of the Day moved on , flashing his light to one side and the other in his midnight inspection of the barracks . Intense blackness again , and the sound of men breathing deeply in sleep , of men snoring . As he went to sleep Fuselli could hear the man beside him swearing , monotonously , in an even whisper , pausing now and then to think of new filth , of new combinations of words , swearing away his helpless anger , soothing himself to sleep by the monotonous reiteration of his swearing . A little later Fuselli woke with a choked nightmare cry .