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194 And I ’opes that the Boches won’t git me till I gits ’im safe planted away. ''(As he touches the body there is a tremendous explosion. He falls back shattered.) A booby-trap! Ought to ’a known it! If that’s not a bastardly trick! Well, one thing, I won’t be long goin’. Gawd! I’m a ’ell of a sight. Wish I’d died fightin’ and killin’; that’s wot it is makes me sick.… Ah, Joe! we’ll be pushin’ up dysies… together, old Chummie… good-night!

I wonder ’oo and wot ’e was, That ’Un I got so slick.