Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
Sergeant Ripsy, with a face quite as scarlet as his uniform, buzzed about like a vicious hornet, and, perspiring at every pore, yelled at the guides and markers, letting fly snapping shots of words that were certainly not included in the code of military instructions.
"The underneath's the tenderest part, is it? Just you come and try it, old 'un. Savage old tyrant that's what you are. Only just wish I was Sergeant Smithers and you was Private Ripsy. I'd make you Private Tipsy with sheer fright, that I would, and so I tell you. No, I wouldn't," he grumbled, as he cooled down a little. "I wouldn't be such a brute, for the sake of your poor missus.
"No, sir; it's his aggravating way of wanting to see a company of human men going across the parade like a great big caterpillar or a big bit of a machine raking up the sand." "Never mind. Old Ripsy is a fine soldier, and I advise you not to let him hear you." "Pst!" "What is it?"
Here, I know; I'll get the Major's permission to go up and join Sergeant Ripsy and make a better search up there." "Spite of the tigers, sir?" "In spite of ten tigers, Pete, for I shall have men with me, and rifles." "Think old Tipsy will like it, sir?" "I think Sergeant Ripsy is a stern old British soldier who would do his duty, Pete." "Well, yes, sir. He's a hard nut, but he's all that you say.
Let's wait till the time comes, and then we shall see what we shall see. And look here; don't you let me hear you call Sergeant Ripsy Tipsy again. One of these days, mark my words, he will find out that you have nicknamed him with a T instead of an R, and he will never forgive you." "Tckkk!" "What are you laughing at, sir?" "Oh, don't say sir, Mr Archie! There's no one near.
"No, sir," said a deep British voice from just behind where the young officers stood; "only one of them great, scaly varmints getting out of the way." "Oh, it's you, Sergeant," said Archie quickly; and then, on the impulse of the moment, the lad laid his hand on the big non-com's arm and said hurriedly, "I've had it out with the Major, Ripsy, and it's all right now. But it was all my fault.
"You needn't ask, my dear. The old thing." "What! surely not drinking again? I thought he had taken the pledge, and that Sergeant Ripsy had promised you that he would keep a sharp eye over your husband." "Oh yes, miss, that's all right; and he daren't go to the canteen, for they wouldn't admit him.
The native messengers sent in from the search-parties brought no good tidings, and to the lad, still suffering to some extent from his injury, everything seemed to suggest despair. "I can't help it," he said to himself. "I'm sure I'm strong enough. I'll go round by the Doctor's and beg and pray him to tell the Major that I might very well go to the front, if it's only to join old Ripsy.
"Well, the lads will keep an open course, and there will be some races and wrestling, and Sergeant Ripsy is going to show some encounters with the bayonet and a little sword-play." "Well, as you like. I can think of nothing else but getting the affair over and the people dismissed." "There, don't you be uneasy. There's a guard mounted to watch over our women folk, so come on."
Those beauties of crocodiles clear out the holes." "What! whacking the water, sir, with their tails? I've heerd them lots of times. Rum place this 'ere, sir, ain't it?" "Yes, Pete; rather a change from England. But it is very beautiful, and I like it." "Well, yes, sir; that's right enough. So do I like it. I often think it would be just lovely if old Ripsy would get down with the fever.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking