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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Odyssey Of 'Erbert 'Iggins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Me and Ed and a stretcher<br> Out on the nootral ground.<br>(If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher<br> There's a 'undred smellin' around.)<br>Me and Eddie O'Brian,<br> Both of the R. A. M. C.<br>"It'as a 'ell of a night<br>For a soul to take flight,"<br> As Eddie remarks to me.<br>Me and Ed crawlin' 'omeward,<br> Thinkin' our job is done,<br>When sudden and clear,<br>Wot do we 'ear:<br> 'Owl of a wounded 'Un.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Got to take 'im," snaps Eddy;<br> "Got to take all we can.<br>'E may be a Germ<br>Wiv the 'eart of a worm,<br> But, blarst 'im! ain't 'e a man?"<br>So 'e sloshes out fixin' a dressin'<br> ('E'd always a medical knack),<br>When that wounded 'Un<br>'E rolls to 'is gun,<br> And 'e plugs me pal in the back.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now what would you do? I arst you.<br> There was me slaughtered mate.<br>There was that 'Un<br>(I'd collered 'is gun),<br> A-snarlin' 'is 'ymn of 'ate.<br>Wot did I do? 'Ere, whisper . . .<br> 'E'd a shiny bald top to 'is 'ead,<br>But when I got through,<br>Between me and you,<br> It was 'orrid and jaggy and red.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"'Ang on like a limpet, Eddy.<br> Thank Gord! you ain't dead after all."<br>It's slow and it's sure and it's steady<br> (Which is 'ard, for 'e's big and I'm small).<br>The rockets are shootin' and shinin',<br> It's rainin' a perishin' flood,<br>The bullets are buzzin' and whinin',<br> And I'm up to me stern in the mud.<br>There's all kinds of 'owlin' and 'ootin';<br> It's black as a bucket of tar;<br>Oh, I'm doin' my bit,<br>But I'm 'avin' a fit,<br> And I wish I was 'ome wiv Mar.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Stick on like a plaster, Eddy.<br> Old sport, you're a-slackin' your grip."<br>Gord! But I'm crocky already;<br> My feet, 'ow they slither and slip!<br>There goes the biff of a bullet.<br> The Boches have got us for fair.<br>Another one -- WHUT!<br>The son of a slut!<br> 'E managed to miss by a 'air.<br>'Ow! Wot was it jabbed at me shoulder?<br> Gave it a dooce of a wrench.<br>Is it Eddy or me<br>Wot's a-bleedin' so free?<br> Crust! but it's long to the trench.<br>I ain't just as strong as a Sandow,<br> And Ed ain't a flapper by far;<br>I'm blamed if I understand 'ow<br> We've managed to get where we are.<br>But 'ere's for a bit of a breather.<br> "Steady there, Ed, 'arf a mo'.<br>Old pal, it's all right;<br>It's a 'ell of a fight,<br> But are we down-'earted? No-o-o."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now war is a funny thing, ain't it?<br> It's the rummiest sort of a go.<br>For when it's most real,<br>It's then that you feel<br> You're a-watchin' a cinema show.<br>'Ere's me wot's a barber's assistant.<br> Hey, presto! It's somewheres in France,<br>And I'm 'ere in a pit<br>Where a coal-box 'as 'it,<br> And it's all like a giddy romance.<br>The ruddy quick-firers are spittin',<br> The 'eavies are bellowin' 'ate,<br>And 'ere I am cashooly sittin',<br> And 'oldin' the 'ead of me mate.<br>Them gharstly green star-shells is beamin',<br> 'Ot shrapnel is poppin' like rain,<br>And I'm sayin': "Bert 'Iggins, you're dreamin',<br> And you'll wake up in 'Ampstead again.<br>You'll wake up and 'ear yourself sayin':<br> `Would you like, sir, to 'ave a shampoo?'<br>'Stead of sheddin' yer blood<br>In the rain and the mud,<br> Which is some'ow the right thing to do;<br>Which is some'ow yer 'oary-eyed dooty,<br> Wot you're doin' the best wot you can,<br>For 'Ampstead and 'ome and beauty,<br> And you've been and you've slaughtered a man.<br>A feller wot punctured your partner;<br> Oh, you 'ammered 'im 'ard on the 'ead,<br>And you still see 'is eyes<br>Starin' bang at the skies,<br> And you ain't even sorry 'e's dead.<br>But you wish you was back in your diggin's<br> Asleep on your mouldy old stror.<br>Oh, you're doin' yer bit, 'Erbert 'Iggins,<br> But you ain't just enjoyin' the war."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"'Ang on like a hoctopus, Eddy.<br> It's us for the bomb-belt again.<br>Except for the shrap<br>Which 'as 'it me a tap,<br> I'm feelin' as right as the rain.<br>It's my silly old feet wot are slippin',<br> It's as dark as a 'ogs'ead o' sin,<br>But don't be oneasy, my pippin,<br> I'm goin' to pilot you in.<br>It's my silly old 'ead wot is reelin'.<br> The bullets is buzzin' like bees.<br>Me shoulder's red-'ot,<br>And I'm bleedin' a lot,<br> And me legs is on'inged at the knees.<br>But we're staggerin' nearer and nearer.<br> Just stick it, old sport, play the game.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I make 'em out clearer and clearer,<br> Our trenches a-snappin' with flame.<br>Oh, we're stumblin' closer and closer.<br> 'Ang on there, lad! Just one more try.<br>Did you say: Put you down? Damn it, no, sir!<br> I'll carry you in if I die.<br>By cracky! old feller, they've seen us.<br> They're sendin' out stretchers for two.<br>Let's give 'em the hoorah between us<br> ('Anged lucky we aren't booked through).<br>My flipper is mashed to a jelly.<br> A bullet 'as tickled your spleen.<br>We've shed lots of gore<br>And we're leakin' some more,<br> But -- wot a hoccasion it's been!<br>Ho! 'Ere comes the rescuin' party.<br> They're crawlin' out cautious and slow.<br>Come! Buck up and greet 'em, my 'earty,<br> Shoulder to shoulder -- so.<br>They mustn't think we was down-'earted.<br>Old pal, we was never down-'earted.<br>If they arsts us if we was down-'earted<br> We'll 'owl in their fyces: 'No-o-o!'"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>