slapped-down

Updated: April 30, 2025

When we lived in barraquement, just back of the admiral's house, our cook was a Marin with a knack at omelettes. If we had to work through the night, going into black Nieuport, and down the ten-mile road to Zuydcoote, returning weary at midnight, a brave supper was laid out for us of canned meats, wines, and jellies all set with the touch of one who cared. It was no hasty, slapped-down affair.

Arthur Gleason - Golden Lads