It was the only thing about Germany that he liked, and now he had to give it up!
Slopsgotten!
[4] Kill.
CHAPTER XXIV
HE GOES TO THE CIVILIAN CAMP AND DOESN’T LIKE IT
“’Ere we are in bloomin’ old Slops! Not ’arf bad, wot? Another inch and we’d bunk our noses plunk into Alsice! Wot d’ye s’y, Freddie?”
“I s’y it’s the back o’ the old front. The only thing in the w’y is the mountains. Hi, Yankee! You see ’em? It’s the ole mountains out of the song.”