"It's a blooming funny war.

You never knows the name of the place where you're fighting at, unless you 'ears it by chance." Then he added: "Could you tell us, sir, 'ow's the war going?
Are we giving the Germans a proper 'iding all along the line ?" We inquired regarding their treatment.

They didn't particularly fancy the food--narsty slop, the sergeant called it--although it was reasonably plentiful; and, being true Englishmen, they sorely missed their tea.

Then, too, on the night before their overcoats had been taken from them and no explanations vouchsafed.
"We could 'ave done with them," said the speaker bitterly; "pretty cold it was in this 'ere car.

And what with winter coming on and everything I call it a bit thick to be taking our overcoats off of us." We went and asked a German officer who had the convoy in charge the reason for this, and he said the overcoats of all the uninjured men, soldiers as well as prisoners, had been confiscated to furnish coverings for such of the wounded as lacked blankets.