How dare you give me orders! It wouldn't look well, Divisional Transport Officer dead in my lines in a parade hat! The Transport Officer has the right to consult the CO of a battalion he's supplying. I'm commanding here. You haven't consulted me. This is what it has come to with the old battalion! The bloody, bloody old battalion of pals! What are you going to do about Bill? The MO has authority to send the Colonel on sick leave for a couple of months. I know what you're up to. If you got poor Bill cashiered they'd put in another pukka colonel, but if you send him sick, you're certain to get the command as a stop-gap! Captain McKechnie, you can fall out! Return to duty. Your own duty! In a proper head-dress! I suppose if you're in command... It's usual to say Sir when addressing a senior officer on parade! You're attached to Divisional Headquarters. Get back there now. At once. Sir! Sir? I haven't forgotten about your sonnet.