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(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 200: ‘Here, sir, half a mo. Whats that cove got that big [...] collar round his neck for?’.at half a mo, n.1
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 200: ‘Here, sir, half a mo. Whats that cove got that big [...] collar round his neck for?’. (con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 121: ‘Tres bon for the troops. San-fairy-an’.at san fairy ann, phr.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 257: ‘The anties started going hell for leather’.at anti, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 149: The machinations of Tommy brass-hats.at Tommy Atkins, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 13: ‘Won’t you sit down, Aussie?’.at Aussie, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 115: ‘I bet the babblers aren’t up yet’.at babbler, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 251: They barracked up his courage.at barrack, v.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 67: ‘Ah, the bastard,’ exclaimed Sucker, and spat.at bastard, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 74: The airman [...] beat it straight back for the shelter of the oncoming cloud.at beat it, v.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 123: He went on the bender too often, that was his main trouble.at bender, n.2
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 36: ‘Apres la guerre finis, you bet your socks!’.at you bet! (excl.) under bet, v.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 9: ‘Last night in the big smoke, boyo’.at Big Smoke, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 140: ‘Well, what’s biting you?’.at what’s biting you? under bite, v.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 47: ‘You pull my blankets off and I’ll break your bleedin’ jaw’.at bleeding, adj.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 235: ‘Why, the cow’s no sooner back than he’s off to Blighty again’.at Blighty, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 91: Wallace with a Blighty — one of the carrying party had seen the stretcher-bearers pick him up.at Blighty, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 287: ‘Where’s the sergeant, corporal?’ [...] ‘Gone for a bog,’ said someone’.at bog, n.1
Flesh in Armour 41: ‘I’ll get a cup of tea when they come in,’ she said. ‘That’ll be bonzer!’ he said.at bonzer, adj.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 123: A big man without much sense, a bit of a bounce.at bounce, n.1
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 9: ‘Last night in the big smoke, boyo’.at boyo, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 266: ‘I gave the elder [boy] a quid. “Cripes, digger [...] it’s a Brad”’.at Bradbury, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 15: He stared at a brass-hat and insolently neglected to salute him.at brass hat (n.) under brass, adj.1
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 8: The bull-ring had failed to cure the slouch acquired on the heavy soil of his father’s farm.at bull-ring, n.1
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 272: Skipton had a large map, a few other papers and some aerial photographs. ‘Plenty of bumf this time, sir’.at bumf, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 59: Skinny [...] sat down plomp on to the floor. ‘What O, she bumps,’ cried Tom.at what ho, she bumps!, excl.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 163: Nature’s business was henceforth conducted with a despatch entirely antipathetic to its proper aesthetics.at do one’s business (v.) under business, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 140: ‘The chap who looked as if he’d been on the bust?’.at on a bust under bust, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 86: Gilderoy came along from the left. ‘This is a cakewalk’.at cakewalk, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 179: ‘Take a captain cook at love’s young dream’.at Captain Cook, n.
(con. WWI) Flesh in Armour 98: The big wood — the Tommies must have caught it from there.at catch it (v.) under catch, v.1
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