ON WATER FATIGUE
I’d like to get the Hun who sends
The little bits of shell
Which buzz around as wearily
I top that blooming hill.
He only does his duty,
But my only shirt I’d sell
For half a chance to give the cuss
A non-return to H——!
Trooper George H. Smith,
7th Light Horse.
Sergeant (during wet weather): “Hallo, my lad, have you got nails in your boots?”
Slowly Freezing Australasian: “Well, I’m that —— cold I hardly know if I’ve got nails in my feet.”
On Water Fatigue: “Me next!”
A Cheery Optimist
News Item
The Turkish extremity WAS blocked on our left.—