bloody mustard gas attacks when you’re trying to write your poetry
Groin strain meant I couldn’t play in the Christmas Day Footy Match
all your pals being dead
Shot for desertion. Pah!
True fact for you, someone in my work has taken the day off to go and see some WW1 memorial in Belgium. Weird.
why didn’t they go at the weekend?
War reasons, not sure.
Dickheads on the internet sitting at their desks 100 years later trying to decide whether it’s acceptable to make a pun using the word “Somme”.
I almost got trench foot yesterday.
Yeah well I got swamp ass!!