He was the "old sweat" of the section, never'
Just before the C.O. reached him at inspection a young wag hung an old door handle on the top of his bayonet, The eagle eye spotted it. "What is. this?"
The old hand surveyed it, and then the grin-faces; and at once got into his stride.
Well, sir, i's a souvenir of the last war, We had been retreating for throe days and had nothing to eat or drink. On the fourth morning we spied a village. The first house was a pub. T reached it first and grabbed the door handle this handle—and at that moment a thundering great shell blew the pub out of my hands."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.