"Don't yer believe it! It's the infantry what 'as all the danger an' gits all the rotten jobs. The artillery's cushey compared wi' the infantry."
"The artillery 'as a bloody sight 'eavier losses!"
"Go on—tell us another! It's no good arguin' wi' yer, yer won't see any side 'cept yer own."
But a third man, bringing the argument back to its original subject, said:
The Germans.
"I reckon it's all bloody lies what's in the papers. The Belgies is a damn sight worse'n Jerry.* Yer know that there gun what used to shell Poperinge—well, they never knew where the shells came from till they found it was a Belgian batt'ry 'id in a tunnel. They caught the gunners when they was telephonin' to Jerry. They stood the 'ole bleed'n' lot up aginst a wall an' shot 'em—serve 'em right too."
"Go on—tell us another!"
"I bet yer it's true, now then!"
"How much do you bet?"
"Fifteen bloody francs!"