'He had his horsewhip out. But John spoke with him sotto voce, and, as I believe, changed his mind – Sir Winston claimed, then, that he'd seen qualities in us Shaftoe boys that would make us useful in a regimental setting. From that moment on we were boot-polishers, musket-cleaners, beer-fetchers, and general errand-boys for Sir Winston Churchill's local regiment. We'd been given the opportunity to prove we were God's, and not the Devil's, Poor.'