Men who adopt the profession of arms submit on their own free will to a law of perpetual constraint. On their own accord they reject their right to live where they choose, to say what they think, to dress as they like. From the moment they become soldiers, it needs but an order to settle them into this place, to move them to that, to separate from their families and dislocate their normal lives. In the world of command, they must rise, march, run, endure bad weather, go without sleep or food, be isolated in some distant post, work until they drop. They ceased to be the master of their fate. If they drop in their tracks, if their ashes are scattered to the four winds, that is all part and p