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Fragments From France

Fragments From France

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دار النشر: Project Gutenberg
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Member of Navvies' Battalion (to Colonel): "I say, yer mate's dropped 'is cane."

Five days leave! Taxi!

Never Again!Never Again!
"In future I snipe from the ground."

Thoroughness.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.That Hat.
"Pop out and get it, Bert."
"Pop out yerself."

Springtime in Flanders.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.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?""What's all this about unmarried men?"

The Historical Touch.The Historical Touch.
"Well, Alfred, 'ow are the cakes?"

His Initiation.His Initiation.
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