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(con. WWI) Somme Mud 329: He buzzes off to put the acid on Yacob for a photo.at put the acid on (v.) under acid, n.2
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 329: He buzzes off to put the acid on Yacob for a photo. (con. WWI) Somme Mud 104: When I enquire of the O.C.’s whereabouts someone replies, ‘Up in Annie’s room.’ .at in annie’s room under annie’s room, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 129: Dark and Snow [...] bribe the tommy engine-drivers to give them a bag or two of coal.at Tommy Atkins, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 167: Oh! France it is a failure, / Take me back to Australia. / Aussie is the place for me.at Aussie, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 170: Farmer and Yacob bandicooted an army pack of spuds and turnips.at bandicoot, v.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 9: Give it to the floppin’ blankard!at blankard, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 60: ‘Is Blue all right?’ [...] ‘Yes, got a Blighty. Couple of leg wounds.’.at Blighty, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 60: ‘Is Blue all right?’ [...] ‘Yes, got a Blighty. Couple of leg wounds.’ [...] I find Dark just back from carrying Bluey to the doctor.at bluey, n.1
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 96: I’m not buying smokes for the Fritz army as well as for all you bods.at bod, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 157: An officer excitedly tells me, ‘Your blood’s worth bottling, lad.’.at bottling, adj.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 165: Some 48th bearers bound up my wounds and put the breeze up me by saying they didn’t like the look of them.at get the breeze up (v.) under breeze, n.1
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 67: They’re getting breezy that Fritz is putting gas over.at breezy, adj.2
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 3: Though to-day I’m stony broke / Without a single brown.at brown, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 112: Real stark-naked bullock-driver abuse it is.at bullocky, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 34: The poor upturned hand is half full of cigarette bumpers.at bumper, n.4
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 51: Dark and I get out of our underpants and pull them on again, inside out, to trick the chats [...] We chance the chats about our upper regions.at chats, n.2
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 148: A big jovial man who but a few days ago was chewing our ears.at chew someone’s ear, v.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 170: I [...] kept them all safely indoors entertaining me while Longun and Dark cleaned up their eggs and butter.at clean up, v.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 193: Hey, you told him his foot was smashed? Flamin’ near cleaned the lot of us up!at clean up, v.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 227: I’ve clicked for a good job with the billeting officer.at click, v.3
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 103: Some coot hisses, ‘Halt!’ [...] I’m annoyed.at coot, n.1
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 11: Been cheap at the price, ya stingy Pommy cow.at cow, n.1
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 71: Cripes, mate, you’ll sleep cold tonight.at cripes!, excl.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 55: We are told to get a drink of tea there, but there’s none left, and we begin to go crook again.at go crook (on) (v.) under crook, adj.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 270: Men are coming through [...] the crow-eaters, the 46th Battalion men.at crow-eater (n.) under crow, n.2
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 159: Longun has a horrible gash up his face [...] ‘This’ll cruel me pitch with the sheilas now.’.at cruel (the pitch), v.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 58: He is absolutely naked except for his identification disc. ‘Nothing on a but a dead meat ticket.’.at dead-meat ticket (n.) under dead meat, n.
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 72: We have forty fine Australian lads in the mud [...] So long, Digs, So long!at dig, n.4
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 323: A real ding-dong sit-down dinner with free beer.at ding-dong, adj.1
(con. WWI) Somme Mud 323: Snow [...] gives us the dinkum oil about the dinner.at dinkum oil, n.
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