E’s all ‘ot sand and ginger when alive
E’s all ‘ot sand and ginger when aliveAn’ ‘e’s generally shamming when ‘e’s dead
An’ ‘e’s generally shamming when ‘e’s dead‘E’s the on’y thing that doesn’t give a damn
‘E’s the on’y thing that doesn’t give a damnFor a Regiment o’ British Infantree!
For a Regiment o’ British Infantree!Rudyard Kipling
General Graham looked solemn when Jack stepped into his tent. “The Mahdi has captured Tokar,” he said.
Jack felt something slide in his stomach. “Oh, dear God! When?”
“I don’t know yet,” Graham said. “When I find out more, I’ll pass the intelligence on.”
“What do you intend to do, sir?”
“March,” Graham said. “We came here to march to Tokar, and my God, we’ll march to Tokar.” He sat on his camp chair. “Although God only knows what we’ll find there.
