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Colonel Field, who had vomited all his bile, clearly had no mood to return to the Army Headquarters; he now smelled foul all over and just wanted to rush home for a thorough wash.
He led his black horse, and while walking, he instructed Winters, "Take these two dossiers back to the Military Police, have Morlock file them, then have him make two additional copies."
Walking back from the roadside drain to the rammed earth road, the Colonel mounted his horse, took a look at Winters, who appeared just as miserable as he, and said hoarsely, "You did well today, you've not disgraced the Army. Send the dossiers to Morlock and then head straight home, have a good wash, and get some sleep—it's been a truly tough day."
With that, Colonel Field clamped his legs against the horse's flanks, cracked his whip, and sped off, seemingly straight for home.