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Updated: June 9, 2025
I bet he wishes now that he hadn't thought of his flame-throwers! ... Then there's another thing, and that's the way our chaps keep improving. The Fritzes are not so good as they used to be. You get up against a bunch now and again that fight well, but we begin to see more of the 'Kamerad' business. It's as much up to the people at home to see this thing through as it is to the men out here.
I don't suppose any Fritzes will come along I'll just peep through the holes from time to time so as to make sure. I stamped on the duckboard and kicked the sides of the trench and jerked my rifle up and down just to keep myself awake.
I took to the pore bloke some'ow I allus feels pertickler sorry fur wounded Fritzes, I dunno why. I 'xpect 'e's got a missis an' kiddies just like meself.... Good-night!" "Good-night," I answered, and added mentally: "Your profession of soldier, the most degrading on earth, has not degraded you.
The little sisters, Gretchens and Kätchens were learning away almost as hard as the Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters had what Lucy thought a better time of it.
When we got back to the theatre all the three teams were busy again. The bearers came in with a case, and one of them said: "This is the last Englishman, sir. There's about half a dozen Fritzes to do, sir." "Bring 'em along let's get the job done." The swing-doors were pushed open and two bearers appeared with a stretcher on which a man clothed in grey was lying. His dark hair was matted.
I was gaun' back wounded, with this " he indicates an arm strapped close to his side "and there was six Fritzes came crawlin' oot o' a dug-oot, and gave themselves up tae me me, that was gaun' back wounded, withoot so much as my jack-knife! Demorralised that's it!"
She is very kind, but rather inclined to treat the patients as "exhibits" and show them off to her "tony" friends. The Australians bore this meekly for some time, but one day it was announced that some high personages would be visitors. On their arrival they found every bed was placarded, such as this: "No. 1 Bed This is a Military Cross Hero. He bumped into a trench of Fritzes.
Five minutes later Buzz's fine white torso rose above his trousers like a great pillar. Unconsciously his sagging shoulders had straightened. His stomach was held in. His chest jutted, shelf-like. His ribs showed through the pink-white flesh. "Get some of that pork off of him," observed Sergeant Keith, "and he'll do in a couple of Fritzes before he's through."
The 18th, idem, but in two shots: two Fritzes in five shots, record. Day before yesterday, attacked Fritz at 4.30 at ten meters: killed the passenger and perhaps the rest, prevented from seeing what happened by a fight at half-past four: the Boche ran.
It was an awful charge to bring against an orficer, d'you see? I told myself I didn't know but what the Captain hadn't been taken prisoner and was makin' the best of it, w'en I see him, stuffin' the Fritzes up with a lot o' lies. And so I jes' reported as how th' orficer 'ad crawled out of the trench and never come back. And then this here murder happened..." Mr. Marigold turned to the Chief.
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