Sausages do not fight back much
but are protected by support battle planes and in other ways.
Reaching the clubroom door, they entered, Blaine pushing his comrade
forward and saying with mock politeness:
"Let me present my comrade Erwin, or Orry, I like to call him. While
doing the Boches the other day at Appincourte Bluff, the Boches came
mighty nigh doing him. But here he is, what's left of him. Jolly him
a bit. He feels bad!" The last tweak in allusion to Orry's remark on
the uncertainty of life.
'There were a dozen or more of the air lads in the room and cigarette
smoke tinged the air. Towards Erwin, now recovered after nearly a
three week's "lay-off" on account of his burns and other wounds, there
was a general rush of friendly hands and voices.
"Oh, you bully l'ill boy! If I hadn't been kept so busy would have
gone round to jolly you up a bit. But I kept hearin' from you all the
same."
This from Milton, or "Milt" Finzer, a Louisville lad, now in the Royal
Flying Corps for more than a year. "Don't it seem wallopin' to see you
in the clubroom again!"
"Orry, you stale mutt," this from an Americanized Pole, without a trace
of foreign accent, "I'm too glad to see you to talk much about it.
When we bombers got back from the raid that night and neither you nor
Lafe had showed up, I felt bad enough. Later when Lafe came in with a
German plane and a half dead Boche inside, we felt better.
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