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(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 279: Chunky, in a long clipped sheepskin coat, pink whipcord breeches, splendid Savile Row boots, looked the tight-assed proper ace.at tight-arsed, adj.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 279: Chunky, in a long clipped sheepskin coat, pink whipcord breeches, splendid Savile Row boots, looked the tight-assed proper ace. (con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 270: Chunky said, ‘Well, kick my shaggy ass.’ ‘The bloody war will, Yank.’.at kick someone’s ass under ass, n.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 276: Usual airforce ballsup.at balls-up, n.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 278: I was [...] waiting for the grease monkey to change a tire on the officers’-mess car, a beat-up Bentley.at beat-up, adj.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 278: It’s a bitched-up war, isn’t it?at bitched (up) (adj.) under bitch, v.
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 270: I slept till the boy called Boots came to knock on the door with the morning paper.at boots, n.2
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 275: This must be the Jewboy replacement.at Jew boy, n.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 273: These buggering British.at buggering, adj.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 280: H.Q. is chewing out my arse why we’re not flying right now.at chew (on) someone’s ass (v.) under chew, v.
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 278: There were flying wings on his tunic and French and English chicken-shit of gold and silver and silver and bronze.at chickenshit, n.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 273: The engine conked.at conk (out), v.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 277: Half of them crap out – mental.at crap out, v.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 280: Both of us likely to crap out on any flight.at crap out, v.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 285: We tired rummies and crocks were aware of how dreadful a war was.at crock, n.1
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 275: ‘Envy you the cossie in Arras.’ He made an obscene thumb jabbing gesture.at cuzzy, n.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 278: I went raving, flaming mad when it got too much.at flaming, adj.1
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 272: Some sparrow grass with apple sass.at sparrow-grass, n.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 278: I was [...] waiting for the grease monkey to change a tire on the officers’-mess car.at grease monkey (n.) under grease, n.1
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 268: Once every two weeks, horny as mink, we hired a car for a trip to Toronto.at horny, adj.
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 271: ‘Uloo, Tommy. Zig-zig wif me?’ ‘After the war.’ ‘Go ’ump you grandmère!’.at hump, v.1
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 283: The staff cars – Rolls [...] Fiats, and fancy French jobs.at job, n.2
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 282: We’re going to Paris to [...] drink, eat, sleep, and get laid.at get laid (v.) under lay, v.1
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 268: Once every two weeks, horny as mink, we hired a car for a trip to Toronto where we ate, drank, went to bed with local talent.at local talent, n.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 277: It was a war for no reason. We didn’t see much hope of surviving. It was all a bloody sell-out.at sell-out, n.
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 270: The taxi went slowly along in a pea soup mist.at peasouper, n.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 283: Poor little pissers, so game and so scared, rosy-cheeked.at pisser, n.
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 268: John and I were scared pissless by the speed [...] of those small wire and canvas trainers.at scare pissless (v.) under pissless, adj.
(con. 1915) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 268: Later John said we had screwed our youth. I always felt our youth had screwed us, made us opaque to reality.at screw, v.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 289: I prayed ohshitandpiss, if I get it now, give it to me a fast one right through my brain.at shit!, excl.
(con. 1917) ‘A Flier’s War’ in Longstreet Canvas Falcons (1970) 273: So romantic ... oh shit and piss.at shit!, excl.
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