“Aw—right oh!” says the Loamshire officer.
“We are leaving our range-cards.”
“Aw—right oh!”
So the keen Royal Blanks officer and his keen section go out into rest billets, and do not visit the trenches again till they come back to take over from the Loamshires.
“Well, how are the posts?” asks the Royal Blanks officer, cheerily.
“Pretty rotten; they were all busted up the first day.”
“Damn! They took us a fortnight to build.”
“Well, they are busted up all right.”
“Did your fellows give them away, do you think?”
“Oh, no!”