7 a.m.
It is not the most roughly nurtured of us who will rough it the most cheerfully . Willie Thomson , of harsh and meagre upbringing , was the grumbler of his billet . He found fault with the camp fare , accommodation and hours in particular , with the discipline in general . Yet , oddly enough , after a fortnight or so , he seemed to accept the physical drill at 7 a.m. with a sort of dour satisfaction , though he never had a good word to say for it . His complaints at last exasperated Macgregor , who , on a certain wet evening , when half the men were lounging drearily within the billet , snapped the question : ` What the blazes made ye enlist ? ' The answer was unexpected . ` You ! '