WHAT’S IN A NAME

Flak, Volume 1, Issue 7, 11 June 1943, Page 8

WHAT’S IN A NAME

Amidst the HURLEY-burley, of this STRANGE war of disorganisation there is one shining light in the Regiment—the 94th Battery. Despite all the BUNKERS placed on the fairway, with the deepest and most difficult to the WEST, the gallant lads of the epic 94th have carried on through mobilisation and more than partial demobilisation to maintain the tradition of the most efficient of all Batteries in organisation, administration and fighting prowess. Led by KING FORD with the mighty. SON of JACK as his JAMES, this Battery has always been the real McCOY, and even at this stage of proceedings is fully prepared and eager to' shoot down all JONKERS that the enemy can MARSHALL, whether they come in SCHOLES, high or LOWE. .

Most of the officers should be placed in a little wooden BOX as they came from another Battery BENT ON mischief. The greatest affliction came from one of the warmest points of the compass, tailing behind the others, as he did like T REMAIN in other GLENNS and add to his knowledge of sin.

A HINT ON where to go and why drove him from his first Battery, so 1 “he crosser de BRIDGER” to a certain well-known Headquarters where he could be under the eagle eye of de BOS, who was nowhere near as GREENE as most in such exalted positions. SPARKS soon began to fly, as when there was a FLAP Brigade would BROOKE no interference, and he could not even fill in the BLANKS. With one COVEY and another who was not a PORTER he failed to return to duty at the appointed time from a swim parade, and despite the

fact that all knew of the hotel on the way home the KERR would blame his watch. Being of dispostion, YOUNG and JOLL, he would, sit all day and LONG for the DAWN preceding a night for going PARKIN (Yes, PLEASE!! I’m all for it, THOW the RAYNES usually DO spoil it.) There was a faithful old BREWER a round the place who never would BUCK at carrying in gallons of the old nut brown fluid to him, so the menace was foisted on to the 94th, the 66th being too GOODER for the likes O f him'. After one look the Battery decided to HUNT for a LAND sufficiently FARR to keep him in check, DEEMING a dose of Castor to be the best thing, thlre he was sent with his BRIGHT new SILK among the faded purple of Coastal Artillery.

Even there, so we hear, he did indulge in much REVELL with a certain jolly MILLER. A NEW MAN would drop in sometimes and become quite WILD in finding he had mistaken him for someone else —which was not quite WRIGHT. Considering it not WORTH while leaving him there to BADGER the Coastal blokes, this

Ned KELLY "was LATTA brought back to Battery where he is still not a GODLEY man. Oh DEERY me!