half-pannikin

Updated: May 17, 2025

We would be marched under our sergeant to each receive our half-pannikin of salt water at the A. M. C. tent. We would string out along the brick drain and then began the most horrible conglomeration of sounds that ever offended the ear. It was like the tuning up of some infernal orchestra. I don't know why it is, but it is surprising how few men can gargle "like a gentleman."

R. Hugh (Reginald Hugh) Knyvett - Over There with the Australians