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Updated: May 5, 2025
Or perhaps it wasn't so much laziness as wilful revolt against the monotony of work, for, after all, it's not the 'unting as 'urts the 'osses, but the 'ammer, 'ammer, 'ammer on the 'ard old road!
They 're working on our what-you-call-it?" "Psychological resistance." "That's it. Psych that's it. They want to beat us and they don't care 'ow. It 'urts a person to be disappointed. That's it. I alwyes said you 'ad a good 'ead on you! That's it. Let's go back to the Blue Poppy."
Then there would be silence for a space, broken only by groans and an occasional "Christ, but me back 'urts crool," and all the comfort I could give was that we would be there soon, and the doctor would do something to ease the pain. Thank God, at last we arrived at the Casino.
"I seen the Doctor many, many times," the woman went on, as W. Keyse reluctantly ungagged her, "watchin' Keyse and me in our poor 'ome-life together with the eyes of a starvin' dog lookin' at a bone. You ought to know 'ow starvin' 'urts...." The strenuous voice soared and quivered. "You learned that at Gueldersdorp! Yet you can see your 'usband dyin' of 'unger, an' never put out your 'and!
My feelings on leaving "Wipers" behind me can best be expressed in the words which a poet of the 55th Division dedicated to the British Soldier in the second number of Sub Rosa: "Good-bye, Wipers! though I 'opes it is for good, It 'urts me for to leave yer I little thought it would. When I gets back to Blighty, and all the fightin's done, Mebbe the picters of the past will rise up, one by one.
A less ingenuous character would be silent about such passages I should be too egotistical and humiliated altogether but that is not his quality. He tells us in tones of naïve wonder. He talks about it and talks about it. 'I don't care what the old woman did, he says, 'not reely. What 'urts me about it is that I jest made a sort of mistake 'ow she'd tike it.
"P'r'aps he'll be ashamed of hisself when 'e comes to think it over," he murmured, as Mrs. Billing, rendered almost perfect by practice, administered first aid. "I s'pect he's crying his eyes out," she said, with a sniff. "Tell me if that 'urts." Mr. Billing told her, then, suddenly remembering himself, issued an expurgated edition.
Fallows confidentially, and again lowering her voice impressively, "yeh see, 'is leg 'urt most orful at first, an' Benny cried to me, 'It's in me toes, mother, it's in me toes. 'Why, Benny, sez I to 'im, 'yeh hain't got no toes, Benny. 'That's w'ere it 'urts, sez 'e, 'toes or no toes. An' father 'e wakes right up an' 'erd w'at Benny was cryin', an' sez 'e, 'Benny's right enough.
To my surprise for he was so cheerful that I thought he had only a scratch I found that his ankle was badly smashed, and that part of his boot and sock had been driven right into the wound. "Yes, it did 'urt a bit when I tried to walk," he said, as I expressed surprise. "That's jest the best part of it. I don't care if it 'urts like 'ell, for it's sure to mean 'Blighty' and comfort for me."
She putts 'er 'and over 'er 'eart: 'It 'urts me, she says; 'but 'twill sune be better, she says. 'But if anything shude 'appen to me, Jim, I wants to be burried under this 'ere apple tree. I laughed.
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