What shall we do now ?' 'The bugles'll go for dinner in arf a minute.

My Gawd! I wish I'd gone up to the Front with the Regiment.

It's awful doin' nothin' but school down 'ere.

Don't you 'ate it ?' 'Oah yess!' I'd run away if I knew where to go to, but, as the men say, in this bloomin' Injia you're only a prisoner at large.

You can't desert without bein' took back at once.