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PROLOGUE

Muddy-you knew Muddy Waters, Dusty? The bloke what threatened the Sarnt-Major? Yeh, back in '28 poor old Muddy gets one, bip, right in the forehead. The joke of it was, it didn't kill him : didn't touch the brain; he never had no brains : he's in Palestine, now, still keeping the Wogs in order.
The day wore on. Didn't it, Dusty? Definitely it wore on. And about a third of our fellows was out. But we held 'em. Discipline. Morale. Es pritty corpse, to put it in Froggie lingo. And at last, towards sunset, we could see that the lousy old Wog was going to make one big, determined rush and scoff us that way. And the devil of it was, we was pretty near out of ammo. We was, wasn't we, Dusty? Are you listening to me, you, Dopey, over there? Give him a poke in the eye, somebody-he's going to sleep.
Near out of ammo. Okay doke. So now it's going to come down to good old cold steel. We see the Wogs gathering. They fluffed our ammo was out. They gathered in the open, luluing like mad-hundreds of 'em. We was absolutely certain we'd never get away alive. Remember, I shook 'ands with you, Dusty? Funny, wonnit? Then the Wogs charged. We stood firm. We was going to die in proper order, by crummit we was. You don't get yourself took prisoner by no Wog, not if you use your loaf you don't. The Wog's a torturer. Well, over they comes, and we gets ready to snuff it.
And then, all of a sudden, what do we hear? That lovely old scalded cat of a lousy old bagpipe ! Meeyow ... mee-you;-: . . Mee-yow ... ! And I says : "By God Almighty-the Jocks!" And the Jocks it was,

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