1939 T. Victor From the Abyss to the Foreign Legion 216: In my company—his like will be found in any army and in every regiment—we had a man who seemed to smell where grub could be found and ‘annexed’.at annex, v.
1939 T. Victor From the Abyss to the Foreign Legion 189: The peaceful villagers tried an attack on our rear. Gosh! We stopped that with cold steel and they got a bellyful.at bellyful (n.) under belly, n.
1939 T. Victor From the Abyss to the Foreign Legion 199: All these looked upon us Légionnaires with admiring awe and so we ‘threw-a-chest". Why not? It was not often the Legion got the chance.at chuck the gab (v.) under chuck, v.2
1939 T. Victor From the Abyss to the Foreign Legion 237: He would beg and pray of me—with tears streaming down his face—to give him just a half glass of water, or all his money (he had two thousand francs) for enough morphine to pass him out.at pass out (v.) under pass, v.
1939 T. Victor From the Abyss to the Foreign Legion 102: All that day and night the cry was going round of ‘So and So has died’; ‘He’s gone for his,’ and so on.at go for one’s tea (v.) under tea, n.