"Why that damned batman of mine won't put my case in my pocket I can't think," he said.

"I'll have to fire the blighter, though he is T.T.
and used to be a P.and O.steward.Give me a fag, somebody.

Thanks.
Well, padre, it's no use grousing.

It's a beastly old war, and you're in the blinkin' British Army, me lad.

Drop in at eleven, then.