قراءة كتاب Fragments From France
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 8
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Member of Navvies' Battalion (to Colonel): "I say, yer mate's dropped 'is cane."
Never Again!"In future I snipe from the ground."
Thoroughness."What time shall I call you in the morning, sir?"
(Colonel Chutney, V.C., home on short leave, decides to keep in touch with dug-out life.)
That Hat."Pop out and get it, Bert."
"Pop out yerself."
Springtime in Flanders."Personally, I think this is just what you want for laying your eggs in, but, as Bairnsfather says, 'If you knows of a better 'ole, go to it.'"
The Dud Shell—Or the Fuse-Top Collector."Give it a good 'ard 'un, Bert; you can generally 'ear 'em fizzing a bit first if they are a-goin' to explode."
"What's all this about unmarried men?"
The Historical Touch."Well, Alfred, 'ow are the cakes?"
His Initiation.No. 99988 Private Blobs
