"... I'm not sure to which Regiment I belong. The crack one – the Roman one – has expensive uniforms which I can't afford – but which I think I ought to belong to but can't quite manage – the other one, which I have loved, seems to have lost its colonel or something and although full of wise and good nice and friendly men – well, it's a bit of a rabble, and it's so easy to get lost (as in my present plight) when you are semi free to make your own attacks – cutting your own barbed wire and throwing your own rather damp bombs. More fun, but not such good sense."
-- Alec Guiness