COLD SHOWERS

Arawa Guerilla, Issue 1, 1 April 1942, Page 1

COLD SHOWERS

Night manoeuvres were seriously interrupted when one section creeping over “No Man’s Land” came across a hedgehog. AIJ clustered round to see the spiky little fellow and discussed what a fair cow 'it would have been to have flopped down on him in the dark The officer in charge was apathetic to almost brutality and told them that they were perfect targets for the enemy by their clustered upright figures and surprised cackling. Corporals Alley . . . you know. Around there where the loose boxes are. Where heads peer out one way and ’tother, looking ■ for somebody or something (brooms and buckets which have not been returned) and where a master tailor and hairdressers’ welcome cash customers. It’s a great life if you can hang on to it. Fuel restrictions have hit the army. Those twinkling lights which give such a fairly-like atmosphere to our lines, could not glow last week owing to the nonarrival of kerosene. We missed the guiding twinkles for other reasons too, and many a bucket received a kick. He was a poor blanky, cold and wet private who came to the editorial sanctum during the heavy rainfall the other day and who on seeing the editor huddled UP under a ground sheet and typing remarked: “Is the place leaking?” As Major Laffey would say. They are always with us. Few in nurpber thank goodness. No private so-and-so, old boy. I was only fooling with the ground sheet and the water was only playing sweet tunes as it splashed softly down. Army tents never leak. No never! Never! He who does his scone. S/S Thomson, of the Records Department.