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(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 24: It’s about time we got off our dead asses and earned our pay.at dead ass, n.
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 24: It’s about time we got off our dead asses and earned our pay. (con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 192: The snow is ass-deep to a man in a jeep.at ass deep under ass, n.
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 22: He had grinned to hear them grumble, for Barber knew that gum-beating Marines are hard to lick.at gum-beating, n.
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 94: Hey, Moose, when I die I want you to take my boots to keep those canalboats of yours warm.at canal boat, n.1
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 61: Stupid, ain’t they? [...] Just a bunch of backward coolies.at coolie, n.1
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 108: Those ‘cracker-box’ ambulances [...] clogged with the wounded.at crackerbox, adj.
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 69: The Goo-Goos are late.at goo-goo, n.1
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 20: Hell’s fire, Sarge, I ain’t scared o’ no snakes.at hell’s bells! (excl.) under hell, n.
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 20: That single breed of American Marine — the ‘Jarheads,’ as the swab-jockies called them.at jarhead, n.2
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 21: All right, ya pack rat. But remember—when we get the rations with chocolate in ’em, I get the chocolate .at packrat (n.) under pack, n.3
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 34: You popped yer cork or somethin’, Sarge?at pop one’s cork (v.) under pop, v.1
(con. 1950) March to Glory (1962) 108: Even the men who ‘rode shotgun’ in the cabins [...] were men who could not walk.at ride shotgun (v.) under ride, v.
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