Greenmantle by John Buchan, Fiction, Espionage, Literary, War & Military - Buchan, John
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I had just finished breakfast and was filling my pipe when I got Bullivant's telegram. It was at Furling, the big country house in Hampshire where I had come to convalesce after Loos, and Sandy, who was in the same case, was hunting for the marmalade. I flung him the flimsy with the blue strip pasted down on it, and he whistled. "Hullo, Dick, you've got the battalion. Or maybe it's a staff billet. You'll be a blighted brass-hat, coming it heavy over the hard-working regimental officer. And to think of the language you've wasted on brass-hats in your time!" I sat and thought for a bit, for the…mehr

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I had just finished breakfast and was filling my pipe when I got Bullivant's telegram. It was at Furling, the big country house in Hampshire where I had come to convalesce after Loos, and Sandy, who was in the same case, was hunting for the marmalade. I flung him the flimsy with the blue strip pasted down on it, and he whistled. "Hullo, Dick, you've got the battalion. Or maybe it's a staff billet. You'll be a blighted brass-hat, coming it heavy over the hard-working regimental officer. And to think of the language you've wasted on brass-hats in your time!" I sat and thought for a bit, for the name "Bullivant" carried me back eighteen months to the hot summer before the war. I had not seen the man since, though I had read about him in the papers. For more than a year I had been a busy battalion officer, with no other thought than to hammer a lot of raw stuff into good soldiers. I had succeeded pretty well, and there was no prouder man on earth than Richard Hannay when he took his Lennox Highlanders over the parapets on that glorious and bloody 25th day of September. Loos was no picnic, and we had had some ugly bits of scrapping before that, but the worst bit of the campaign I had seen was a tea-party to the show I had been in with Bullivant before the war started. The sight of his name on a telegram form seemed to change all my outlook on life.
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John Buchan, 1st Baron Tweedsmuir was a Scottish author, historian, writer, and editor who lived from 1875 to 1940. Besides writing, he was a lawyer, a publisher, a lieutenant colonel in the Intelligence Corps, the Director of Information during the First World War, reporting directly to Prime Minister David Lloyd George, and a Unionist MP who was Governor General of Canada, the fifteenth person to hold the position since Canada became a country. Buchan was born in Perth, Scotland, and got into the University of Glasgow to study classics in 1892. During his first year there, he edited Francis Bacon's works, which came out in 1894. The next year, he was given a scholarship to attend Brasenose College, Oxford. Soon after he got there, he released his first book, Sir Quixote of the Moors, which he dedicated to his college professor, Gilbert Murray. He had written five books by the time he graduated from college. Scholar-Gipsies was his first non-fiction book. Buchan wrote a lot of non-fiction that was based on his own life. For example, The African Colony was based on his time in South Africa, and he wrote a number of books about the First World War and the Scottish and South African troops in particular.