Deathwatch Page #3

What do you want? What do you want?

This one, or this one, eh?

This one, or this one?

Oi, Quinn.

Not, while I'm around.

Yeah, how long's that gonna be then?

Long enough.

Thank f*** he's on our side, huh?

I really thought my time was up.

Got a girl at home.

Yeah.

What's she like?

She blonde?

Brunette?

I'd love a piece of cheese.

I know you would.

Wensleydale.

Lancashire crumbly.

Cheddar.

I'd better take watch.

Good luck, yeah.

Well Shakespeare, that was a gastronomic delight.

Well done, son.

Glad you liked it, Sarge.

That was so good,

you can have me blanket.

Thank you, Sarge.

A few seconds,

and you'll be out like a light.

So get some sleep.

Thanks, Doc.

Bradford?

Come and have a pew by the fire.

Let me have a look at that leg.

Any luck with the radio?

Er, not yet.

The chances of getting a signal

are pretty slim.

More likely to end up talking to the Hun.

Well, that's not a bad thing.

At least they might be able

to tell us where we are.

Doesn't the Captain know?

Doubt it.

I think he'd rather be tucked up in Sandhurst,

polishing his boots.

You served with him before?

No, no. He was posted to us

when our last CO was hit.

He seems decent enough.

He seems like a man out of his depth,

if you ask me.

At least, we've still got Tate.

Chevasse is gonna die, isn't he?

Yeah.

I shipped over with him.

He said he had a fiance in Norwich.

What?

Well, you heard the joke?

What joke?

Girl in Norwich.

I don't get it.

Knickers. Off. Ready.

When. I. Come. Home.

Norwich, you see. It's a joke.

Oh.

You haven't heard it?

No.

Right. You've dressed this well.

Yeah, practice makes perfect.

I'm only twenty,

I've already been shot four times.

Your friend up there must like you.

Not exactly spreading it around much

though, is he?

God has love for us all.

You just have to open your heart.

I don't think God is anywhere

near this place.

He brought us here, didn't he?

Out of the battle, out of the gas.

We were blessed.

Blessed? Really.

What about Chevasse, is he blessed?

God works in mysterious ways.

And there are better places than here.

F***in' Sergeant needs anything doing,

it's always McNess.

McNess, you killed the president,

McNess on point.

What about Starinski?

It's never f***in' Quinn.

What about Hawkestone? No.

F***in' me.

I know what it is.

It's a Scottish thing.

He doesn't like Scots, that's what it is.

Maybe it's because he trusts you.

Aye. Well, there's that as well.

Trust me on this, right?

We shouldn't be here.

F***in' dead bodies everywhere.

Why? Why haven't they come back

for the trench?

Why haven't they come back for the men?

Ah? Why haven't they come back for you?

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