"Crumps": The Plain Story of a Canadian who WentHoughton Mifflin, 1917 - 155 pages |
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... roads are torn up . Mud is two feet deep in places . All through the day and night motor lorries , artillery and cavalry are traveling over the ground . Aero- planes are circling overhead and heavy artil- lery are firing . We see the ...
... roads are torn up . Mud is two feet deep in places . All through the day and night motor lorries , artillery and cavalry are traveling over the ground . Aero- planes are circling overhead and heavy artil- lery are firing . We see the ...
Page 41
... roads , believe me !! It is Sunday afternoon . Most of the men in camp are asleep or reading . Outside it is raining . It seems to be always raining , and occasionally we have such a thick fog that even a trip to get water is exciting ...
... roads , believe me !! It is Sunday afternoon . Most of the men in camp are asleep or reading . Outside it is raining . It seems to be always raining , and occasionally we have such a thick fog that even a trip to get water is exciting ...
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... road , and sometimes it takes an hour and a half to get on to it . It is a howling night , wind and rain galore . I'm wondering how long the tent will last . I have been out three times already to look at the tent pegs . How often it ...
... road , and sometimes it takes an hour and a half to get on to it . It is a howling night , wind and rain galore . I'm wondering how long the tent will last . I have been out three times already to look at the tent pegs . How often it ...
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... road towards the firing line . All day yesterday it poured . The country was beautiful , ripening corn everywhere , the villages are full of old half - timbered houses , the roads are all national roads built for war purposes by ...
... road towards the firing line . All day yesterday it poured . The country was beautiful , ripening corn everywhere , the villages are full of old half - timbered houses , the roads are all national roads built for war purposes by ...
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... road I can see one of the observation balloons , a queer sausage - shaped airship . We may be moved up into the ... road , and I saw three graves in the corner of a hop garden . All along the road there were dozens and dozens of old ...
... road I can see one of the observation balloons , a queer sausage - shaped airship . We may be moved up into the ... road , and I saw three graves in the corner of a hop garden . All along the road there were dozens and dozens of old ...
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Page 58 - But now we have been given new black boots, magnificent things, huge, heavy "ammunition boots," and the wonderful thing is they don't let water in. They are very big and look like punts, but it's dry feet now. I can tell you I am as pleased with them as if some one had given me a present of cold cash.
Page 106 - It's all arranged for you, if there's a bit of shell or a bullet with your name on it you'll get it, so you've nothing to worry about. You are a soldier — then be one. This is the philosophy of the trenches.
Page 139 - With my forty and these you'll have to find some more." They were betting on the number they could find. I peel off my shirt myself and burn them off with a candle. I glory in the little pop they make when the heat gets to them. All the insect powder in the world has been tried out on them and they've won.
Page 113 - Everybody up here is infested with them. I have tried smearing myself with kerosene, but that does not seem to trouble them at all. Silk underwear is supposed to keep them down. I suppose their feet slip on the shiny surface.
Page 53 - Every man, on becoming a soldier, becomes a man with a number and an identification disk. My number is 45555 and my "cold meat ticket," a tag made of red fiber, is hanging round my neck on a piece of string.
Page 80 - Later in the evening from a trench we had the satisfaction of seeing another aeroplane set on fire, burn, and drop into the German lines like a shot partridge. Aeroplanes are as common as birds. Yesterday a "Pfeil" (arrow) biplane came right over our lines and was chased off by our own machines.
Page 58 - Once they become moulded to the feet they are fine. Of course they are not pretty, but they keep the wet out. We have had new tunics issued to us of the regular English pattern, much more comfortable than our other original ones, and then instead of the hard cap we now have a soft one...
Page 129 - coal boxes," and finally they were christened "crumps" on account of the sound they make, a sort of cru-ump! noise as they explode.
Page 58 - ... instead of the hard cap we now have a soft one, something like a big golf cap with the flap on to pull down over the ears. These are much more comfortable. They have one great advantage over the old kind — we can sleep in them. We can now lie down in our complete outfits even to our hats.