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Updated: May 24, 2025
By the time the jolly old guv'nor returns, bitten to the bone by mosquitoes, with one small stuffed trout in his suit-case, everything will be over and all quiet once more along the Potomac. The scheme is this. My chappie wants his song heard by a publisher. Your girl wants her voice heard by one of the blighters who get up concerts and all that sort of thing.
Darkness had descended, and when you got off the road to avoid returning vehicles it was necessary to walk warily to escape tumbling into shell-holes. "The blighters have got a new way of worrying us now," went on the adjutant. "They've planted land-mines all over the place, particularly near tracks.
A little whiny man alongside of me, whose chin was on his breast bone, spake downward along his gray flannel shirt bosom: "Just wyte," he said; "just wyte till England 'ears wot they done to us, 'erdin' us about like cattle. Blighters!" He spat his disgust upon the ground. We spoke to none of them directly, nor they to us that also being a condition imposed by Mittendorfer.
They were blighters. Creatures that it would be fulsome flattery to describe as human beings. He would call them skunks, only he did not see what the skunks had done to be compared with them. And now they might go quick! We were quiet at the farm that night. Ukridge sat like Marius among the ruins of Carthage, and refused to speak. Eventually he took Bob with him and went for a walk.
I did pick up a few tolerably ripe and breezy expressions out in France. All through my military career there was something about me some subtle magnetism, don't you know, and that sort of thing that seemed to make colonels and blighters of that order rather inventive. I sort of inspired them, don't you know.
"I've got a carriage and collared two corner seats. Millie goes down in another. She doesn't like the smell of smoke when she's travelling. Hope we get the carriage to ourselves. Devil of a lot of people here this morning. Still, the more people there are in the world, the more eggs we shall sell. I can see with half an eye that all these blighters are confirmed egg-eaters. Get in, sonnie.
This is a bedroom, what-what, not a house for some apes? Then for what do blighters sit on my window so cool as a few cucumbers, making some faces?" "Quite," I said. Dashed reasonable, was my verdict. He threw another look up at Gussie, and did Exercise 2 the one where you clutch the moustache, give it a tug and then start catching flies. "Wait yet a little. I am not finish.
As a pleasant parting salutation a cheering one as I thought I exclaimed: "Perfectly stunning! . . . the most beautiful lot of women I have ever seen!" And then from beneath the bed clothes came "Y-e-s . . . the blighters!"
"I er have come down to inquire about these confounded conscientious prisoners Boche objectors you know the blighters. Question of standardising their rations, don't you know. . . . Sort of a committee affair. . . ." Vane avoided the eye of the commercial traveller, and steered rapidly for safer ground. "I was thinking of coming out to call on Mrs. Sutton to-morrow."
"Keep down in the trench. You're wounded, aren't you? Well, you'll get back presently." "That be damn," said Bunthrop. "You don't understand. They're runnin' away, but we can't go out after 'em if these silly blighters here keep shootin'. Come on now, or they'll all be gone."
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