arms submit to their free will to a law of perpetual constraint , of their own accord, they reject their right to live where they chose, to say what they think, to dress as they like. From the moment they become soldiers in needs but an order to settle them in this place, to move them to that, to separate them from their family and to dislocate their normal lives. In the word of command, they must rise, march, endure bad weather, go without sleep or food, be isolated in some distant place, work until they drop. They have ceased to be the master of their fate. If they drop in their tracks, iftheir ashes are scattered to the four of winds, that is part and parcel of their job.