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the Wog can wait. He can wait hours.... Then bomp! -and wheeee!-he's letting loose atcha. He ain't a bad shot at three hundred yards.
What was I saying? The Wogs was around us, quiet as mice, but all you could see was lousy sand. We come to a road block. We takes it down and marches on. Now mind you there's nothing stirring-nothing in sight, only the lousy great sun and the lousy old desert. I say we marches on. Quarter of a mile on, round a bend, we comes to another barricade. Walk on, and walk into a jolly old death-trap. We about-turns and goes back. We definitely does.
Now mind you, nobody's seen anything. We rounds the bend and Sergeant Tuck says "Blimey". There lies both scouts with knife-hales in their backs and their rifles and ammo gone. And the block we just took down, so help me Gord, it's up agen. Definitely up.
The officer says :"Well, it looks as if we've got to fight it out here." He talked like his mouth was full o' hot potatoes, but he wasn't a bad sort-I've heard that fellow swear something terrible, blinding and bloodying like a bargee, just like you and me. Didn't 'e, Dusty?
Then all of a sudden, poppity-pop ! Old Charlie, my pore old china, pore old Charlie, he says Gug!-just like that, didn't he, Dusty-Gug! and goes down plonkety-plonk on the road. Definitely plonkety-plonk.
And we see sort of .., kind of bits of desert getting up and charging us. So help me Gord they seemed to be right atop of us. And somebody yells: "The Wogs ! The Wogs !"-and we're firing for our lousy old lives, biff ! -bosh!-bang! -with the Wogs going down like

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