Field Officer (a little out of touch for the time being): "I wish to goodness our corps had stuck to their scarlet instead of goin' into this infernal khaki; you used to be able to spot 'em at any distance, but now I'm hanged if I can tell where they are!"
Tactics.
Slim Subaltern: "Not out of action? I should jolly well think you were, though! Why I've been simply pumping lead into you for the last ten minutes!"
Captain of Opposing Force: "That's all very fine, but it all depends on the range you were firing at."
Slim Subaltern: "Don't you worry about that, cocky; I had one section sightin' at eight hundred, another at nine, 'nother at one thou, an' t'other at 'leven hundred!"
