I tried to talk to my platoon sergeant about it.

我试着和我的排长谈谈这件事。

His platoon sergeant, Pop Donnelly, was a scraggly " old soldier, " worn thin with drink. In the past he had spent unnumbered weeks in the guard-house, but recently, thanks to the drill-master famine, he had been elevated to his present pinnacle.

他的排长 Pop Donnelly 是个衣衫褴褛的“老兵”，喝得精疲力尽。过去他在警卫室待了无数个星期，但最近，多亏了教官的饥荒，他被提升到了现在的巅峰。