Swear Words
One night when we were toiling along like to drop with fatigue, we ran right into a big party of horsemen posted near a wood. We thought they were Germans, for we could not make out the colour of the uniforms or anything else, until we heard someone sing out, “Where the hell do you think yuu’re going to?” Then we knew they were friends, and I don’t think I was ever so glad to hear a real good English swear: A Driver of the Royal Artillery
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