"Well, it's like this," said Bill. "The bloke as was carryin' it got 'it in the chest. The rations fell all round 'im and 'e fell on top of 'em. That's why the loaf is red."
We were very hungry, and hungry men are not fastidious.
We made a good meal.
When we had eaten we went out and buried the dead.
CHAPTER XVII
Michaelmas Eve
It's "Carry on!" and "Carry on!" and "Carry on!" all day,
And when we cannot carry on, they'll carry us away
To slumber sound beneath the ground, pore beggars dead and gone,