"Lack of combat experience," he echoed. He wanted to laugh but all he could do was stare. "I fought in the bloody war, Quentin. I fought it in France and then I came here and did it all over again. I was in the Battle of Thirty Thousand. Five of us managed to kill twenty Death Eaters without one casualty." He wasn't proud of his war record but had thought that it spoke for itself. "I've got a bloody Order of Merlin plaque in a box in my flat."