On the Black Hill Page #5

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two classes of person in this country.

There will be those who are qualified

to join the armed forces

and refrain from doing so,

and there will be those

who are so qualified

who came forward to do their duty

to their king, their country,

and their womenfolk!

I'll be number one!

It's Jim the Rock!

These last will have

the consolation of knowing

that they have done

what England expects

of every man!

What about Wales?

J" For they are jolly good fellows

I For they are jolly good fellows

J And so say all of us

I And so say all of us...

Ah, good morning, Mr Jones.

A serious matter, I'm afraid.

I'm here as a representative

of the Military Service Tribunal.

Why in the name of God

haven't Lewis and Benjamin registered

for their National Identity Cards?

Do you or do you not realise

that they have broken the law?

- Exemption...

- Exemption?

Exemption! The Vision is far too small to

warrant the exemption of both of them.

None of us likes taking lads off the land,

food shortages and all that,

but the law's the law.

- Them be twins.

- I know they're twins.

My dear good man,

you can't start making exceptions.

Them'll die apart.

If you please.

Healthy boys like them.

I've never heard such nonsense!

Tinpot tyrant!

- Are you looking for men, Mr Griffiths?

- We might.

Half the men gone to France.

With the ploughing,

we'll need extra hands.

My boy Lewis, here, can't stay at home.

The farm's too small, you see.

Looks a likely lad.

Any good with the plough?

The best.

He have ploughed since he were so big.

Wages, five shillings a week, all found.

Start next Monday.

You'll speak for him

when he comes up before the tribunal?

If he's any good.

- Thank you very much.

- See you Monday.

- Goodbye, Mother.

- Be good now.

Bye, Becky.

So you'll miss me then?

Coming or not?

Coming.

Walk on.

Don't worry.

He'll be back when the war's over.

It's only ten miles away.

He's bound to come back on Sundays.

You don't understand.

Put your book down, Lewis.

I've got to get on.

They've captured Passchendaele, Liz.

Listen.

"The Canadian advance, on Tuesday,

was over a front of 2,000 yards..."

Sam, come on.

What takes your fancy, then,

my boy'?

Er...l was looking at the cap.

What size?

Average.

Try that one.

Suits you very well.

That'll be five shillings and sixpence.

I'll, er...knock off the sixpence.

- I'll have two. One for my brother.

- Oh. Good for you.

What about this one?

No. They must be two the same.

Er...this one, then.

It's practically identical.

No. It must be the same.

Lewis Jones.

My brother's freezing.

Lewis! Benjamin's lost!

- I know.

- They've gone out looking for him.

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