"There's no regiment of chasseurs," says Barque, thoughtlessly,
"it's battalions. One says 'such and such a battalion of
chasseurs.'"

We can see Cocon shrugging his shoulders in the shadows, and his
glasses cast a scornful gleam. "Think so, duck-neb? Then I'll tell
you, since you're so clever, there are two--foot chasseurs and horse
chasseurs."

"Gad! I forgot the horsemen," says Barque.

"Only them!" Cocon said. "In the E.N.E. of the Army Corps, there's
the Corps Artillery, that is to say, the central artillery that's
additional to that of the divisions. It includes the H.A.--heavy
artillery; the T.A.--trench artillery; the A.D.--artillery depot,
the armored cars, the anti-aircraft batteries--do I know, or don't
I? There's the Engineers; the Military Police--to wit, the service
of cops on foot and slops on horseback; the Medical Department; the
Veterinary ditto; a squadron of the Draught Corps; a Territorial
regiment for the guards and fatigues at H.Q.--Headquarters; the
Service de l'lntendance, [note 3] and the supply column. There's
also the drove of cattle, the Remount Depot, the Motor
Department--talk about the swarm of soft jobs I could tell you about
in an hour if I wanted to!--the Paymaster that controls the
pay-offices and the Post, the Council of War, the Telegraphists, and
all the electrical lot. All those have chiefs, commandants, sections
and sub-sections, and they're rotten with clerks and orderlies of
sorts, and all the bally box of tricks. You can see from here the
sort of job the C.O. of a Corp's got!"