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coconuts. Where one fell, ten seemed to spring up. Didn't they, Dusty? Yelling. It sounded like "Lulu ! Lulu!" Remember that, Dusty? That's their GodLulu.... Allah? All right, Allah : but it sounded like Lulu to me, Dusty; definitely Lulu. Definitely.
Well. You rooks can grouse and grumble about discipline, but in a time like that you want it. You horrible little men. You over there-you funny creature, you-stop picking your horrible little nose and pay attention to me when I'm talking to you. Whaddaya mean, you are? In my day, if I'd answered back to a sergeant I'd of been run into the moosh so fast me feet wouldn't have touched the ground. Why, you miserable twillip !
Discipline. We was outnumbered about twenty-five to one. I was shivering in my shoes. I was dead scairt. Wasn't I, Dusty? We didn't stand the chance of an ice-cream cornet in hell. Definitely not the chance of a penny cornet. But we had to hold out to the last man, if only as a matter of principle. Our mob never say die. Definitely never. Do it, Dusty?
That was just about twelve, noon, when the fun started. Quarter-past, was it? I would of sworn it was just on the hour. Well. The Wogs tried to rush us. But in a time like that, without stopping to think, mind you, you remember the stuff we knock into your soft little heads when we train you here. Don't you, Dusty?
We fired like on a range. The good old Levvis was going thumpity-thump, and the Wogs was going down. At last they got back under cover to snipe. And snipe they did-they snipe all right. And we gave it 'em back. But they had the advantage of cover. Poor old

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