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ed for at the full adult rates. And, having by now exhausted our capacity for sea foods, we wound up with an alleged dessert in the shape of three drowned prunes apiece, the remains being partly immersed in a palish custardlike composition that was slightly sour."Never mind," I said to my indignant stomach as we left the table--"Never mind! I shall make it all up to you for this mistreatment at breakfast to-morrow morning. We shall rise early--you and I--and with loud gurgling
Before either could answer, bombs were falling on all sides of thehospital. "There they are!" I exclaimed. Not yet realizing howdangerous the bombs could be, we casually walked to the windows andwatched the tremendous explosions moving across the camp-towardheadquarters-raising clouds of dust to the rooftops. The war arrivedat Camp John Hay at 0809 hours, Dec. 8, 1941. Between twenty andtwenty-five twin-engine bombers were overhead in a diamond formation.Soon some 150 bombs of various
f ever I saw honesty and truth and love and loyalty looking out of a girl's eyes, that girl is Myra McLeod.""Thank you for that, Den," I answered simply. There was little sentiment between us. Thank heaven, there was something more. "And so you see, you lucky dog, you'll go out to the front, and come back loaded with honours and blushes, and marry the girl of your dreams, and live happy ever after." And Dennis sighed. "Why the sigh?" I asked. "Oh, come
en floor that Friday, and rose with sore knees, aching shoulders, and red, rough hands. I never forgot the lesson Mama taught me. I must understand and respect those who might work for me.Around that time, Mama entered into a business partnership with Meyer Weinrauch. Meyer's line of business was shoes, and he was opening a new store. While Meyer obtained merchandise from various wholesalers, Mama was to be in charge of the store. The store was one the Eisenbadstrasse, outside the main Jewish
s been burnt, assail the camp of the SecondBrigade by night. It is a drawn game. They are astounded that the troopsdo not take it in good part.They, when they fight among themselves, bear little malice, and thecombatants not infrequently make friends over the corpses of theircomrades or suspend operations for a festival or a horse race. At theend of the contest cordial relations are at once re-established. And yetso full of contradictions is their character, that all this is withoutprejudice to
s will fire." And Luffe nodded to one of the younger officers. "Do you see to it, Haslewood."Haslewood rose and went out from the courtyard with the orderly. He returned in a few minutes, saying that the man had returned to Wafadar Nazim's camp. The six men resumed their meal, and just as they ended it a Pathan glided in white flowing garments into the courtyard and bowed low. "Huzoor," he said, "His Highness the Khan sends you greeting. God has been very good to