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Updated: June 9, 2025
The Emperor thought that he had done with them, as he sent Marshal Grouchy with thirty-two thousand men to follow them up and to prevent their interfering with his plans. Then with nearly eighty thousand men, he turned upon these "Goddam" Englishmen.
I didn't care about the goddam war, but I wanted to see what things was like over here." "Well, you've seen," said Andrews, smiling. "In the neck," said Hoggenback, as he pushed out his cup for coffee. In the truck that was taking them to work, Andrews and the Kid sat side by side on the jouncing backboard and tried to talk above the rumble of the exhaust. "Like Paris?" asked the Kid.
"I guess we don't dig half so many ditches as the infantry does...an' when we've dug 'em we don't crawl into 'em an' stay there like goddam cottontailed jackrabbits." "You guys don't git near enough to the front...." "Like goddam cottontailed jackrabbits," shouted the pickle-faced engineer again, roaring with laughter. "Ain't that so?" He looked round the room for approval.
"You're goddam right, it was." "Well, ain't your business spoiled anyway?" "No, sir. I can pick it right up where I left off. I've got an established reputation." "What at?" "I'm an undertaker by profession; my dad was before me." "Gee, you were right at home!" said Andrews. "You haven't any right to say that, young feller," said the undertaker angrily. "I'm a humane man.
"You bet.... Come with me, Andy, an Ah'll tell 'em to give you some grub at the cookshack. No...wait a minute an' you'll miss the hike.... Hikes every day since the goddam armistice. They sent out a general order telling 'em to double up on the drill." They heard a voice shouting orders outside and the narrow street filled up suddenly with a sound of boots beating the ground in unison.
"Gee, those are about the first real civies I've seen since I came overseas," said Judkins. "Those goddam country people down at Polignac didn't look like real civilians. There's folks dressed like it was New York." They had left the station and were rumbling slowly past interminable freight trains. At last the train came to a dead stop. A whistle sounded.
We reached Karyat el Maksuf about ten, the valleys getting narrower and more woody and grassy as we approached. There is an ancient fort on a hill 650 feet above the valley, and about 1,300 above the sea, with a glorious view over the Goddam range to the sea. There is another ruin of a round fort on the left of the valley.
Seems unable...to either.... Goddam this man's writin'. How kin I copy it when he don't write out his words?" "All right. I guess you'll do. Now there are some forms to fill out. Come over here." Andrews followed the recruiting sergeant to a desk in the far corner of the room, from which he could hear more faintly the click, click of the typewriter and the man's voice mumbling angrily.
I won't never be all right. The doctor says I'm all right now, but I know I'm not, the lyin' fool." "Some time, wasn't it?" "I'll be damned to hell if I do it again. I can't sleep at night thinkin' of the shape of the Fritzies' helmets. Have you ever thought that there was somethin' about the shape of them goddam helmets...?" "Ain't they just or'nary shapes?" asked Fuselli, half turning round.
Milor got out to stretch himself, and to see the wonderful shops, and after a few turns came suddenly upon the house at the sign of the Joan of Arc. “Goddam!” exclaimed Milor, as his eye met the sign-board. There he stood, this English nobleman, in his drab coat with pearl buttons, his red neckcloth, blue pantaloons and white hat, transfixed for at least five minutes.
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