Skip to main content

Blighty > Christmas, 1917

(11) Page 20 - When yer makes yer point with the bayonet, grind yer teeth, roll yer eyes, and get the wind up 'im, see

‹‹‹ prev (10) Page 19Page 19I knew it - no luck for seven years

(12) next ››› Page 21Page 21When there is anything on, I am always certain to be pretty near it

The zoomable image on this page may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated. Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International Licence