TWENTY-THREE
Here we are, come to save their arses for 'em.
Arrival at Bruyere-la-Mont caused great consternation and panic. Nobody had bothered to tell the French of the regiment’s arrival and the sudden sight of a thousand strange and undoubtably foreign soldiers streaming out of the train, pouring out like rats through their little country station, had sent the villagers fleeing in panicked alarm, convinced that the dreaded Boche were amongst them, bent on pillage and rape.
‘Well, ain't that bleeding typical. Here we are, come to save their arses for 'em and all they can do is f**k off out of it. Typical of these bloody frogs,’ grumbled Blackett, his observations based on a lifetime of experience in France, gained over at least three days, and conveniently forgetting all about his hi
