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their guns was empty they picked up stones off the field and beat the Russians' 'eads in with 'em. Yes, we took that position with sticks and stones, that's what we did. And we'd do it again, woman, we'd do it again, sticks, stones, boots, or just bare fists.
" But this kid Bearsbreath. What was I saying? Oh yes, his belt. Young Bearsbreath has been in this mob all his life, practically. He was a Barnado's Boy. Do you understand what that is, woman? He didn't 'ave nobody. He didn't 'ave no mum, he didn't 'ave nothing. I believe they found him in a basket outside a door. Soon as he was old enough he went into the Army. Guards. Coalies. Got 'im nowhere. Regular old sweat like me. Never had nothing and never will have nothing. Except what? Don't laugh, a belt. Dirty old leather belt. You understand, woman? 'Course you understand. An old soldier has a belt. Wherever he goes and makes a friend he gets a badge. He swaps badges, cap badges, with whatever pal he might make in another regiment. And he fixed this here badge on to his belt. Time comes when his belt is covered with badges, and that is a very nice pretty thing. This here young fool of a Bearsbreath, he had a belt.
" Hah ! Well, so there was a kid in the drums. Ginger kid. I don't know his name but they called him Ginger. One day, so there's a rehearsal for a pantomime or a concert, or something. Somebody or other says: `What's the dateth to-day?' and somebody else says: `The dateth to-day is the nineteenth.' This kid Ginger-you wouldn't cry, would you, woman?-this kid Ginger busts out crying. Well, young Bearsbreath says to young Ginger: `What's the trouble?' and

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