We have gambled, won one another's money and lost to one
another again, we have had our disputes, but were firm in support of
any member of our party who was flouted by any one who was not one of
WE. "Section 3, right or wrong" was and is our motto. And the section
dwindles, the bullet and shell has been busy in lessening our
strength, for that is the way of war.
When in the trenches Bill and Kore amuse themselves by potting all day
long at the German lines. A conversation like the following may be
often heard.
Bill:--"Blimey, I see a 'ead."
Kore:--"Fire then." (Bill fires a shot.) "Got him?"
Bill:--"No blurry fear. The 'ead was a sandbag. I'll bet yer the shot
they send back will come nearer me than you. Bet yer a copper."
Kore:--"Done." (A bullet whistles by on the right of Bill's head.) (p. 234)
"I think they're firing at you."
Bill:--"Not me, matey, but you. It's their aiming that's bad. 'And
over the coin." (Enter an officer.)
Officer:--"Don't keep your heads over the parapet, you'll get sniped.
Keep under cover as much as possible."
Bill:--"Orl right, Sir."
Kore:--"Yes, sir." (Exit Officer.)
Bill:--"They say there's a war 'ere."
Kore:--"It's only a rumour."
At Cuinchy where the German trenches are hardly a hundred yards away
from ours, the firing from the opposite trenches ceased for a moment
and a voice called across.
"What about the Cup Final?" It was then the finish of the English
football season.
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