On Water Fatigue

I’d like to get the Hun who sends

The little bits of shell

Which buzz around as wearily

I top that blooming hill.

He only does his duty,

But my only shirt I’d sell

For half a chance to give the cuss

A non-return to H——!

Trooper George H. Smith,

7th Light Horse.

Sergeant (during wet weather): “Hallo, my lad, have you got nails in your boots?”

Slowly Freezing Australasian: “Well, I’m that —— cold I hardly know if I’ve got nails in my feet.”