I brought him my extra mustering shirt--it was too large for me, anyway--and he gave me some bread and butter, cold potted tongue, three bananas, and----" "For mercy's sake, stow that," muttered a voice from back of the gun-mount.

"Don't we suffer enough ?" "That's 'Hand-Out' Hood," grinned "Kid." "He's kicking because he didn't get it.

Well, I gave the shirt to the Jap, and what did he do but lose it.

My name was on the collar, and 'Jimmy Legs' put me on the report.
The 'old man' was easy, though.

Gave me four hours extra duty.