Hector,
Sergeants Major memorize what will serve them best, and if Tennyson was his guide, he didn't pick badly. I remember my platoon gunnery sergeant repeating the same thing (although it was little consolation) when I was camped for a week on Taiwan with my platoon in an odoriferous onion paddy one hot, wet spring. I changed 'die' to 'dry', hoping that eiher we or the onions would do something.
Anything.
Jerry
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