The Captive Heart Page #3

I'm writing to her to stop that caper.

Red ruddy Cross!

Bloody sausage we

ever get out of it!

It's only 2 months.

Don't forget, there were only a few

hundred prisoners here before.

Now there are tens of thousands.

It's a big job.

Yeah. Don't let's kid ourselves.

Nobody worries about us anymore.

We've been written off.

You're a pessimist.

How do you spell "sufficient"?

Same as the Sergeant

Major's blessing,

Two "F"s and 1 "C".

Writing about the grub.

Muck, I call it.

Bit of the old woman's cooking,

is what I'd like now.

What a sucker I was

joining the ruddy army.

Pitching meself coming it loose with some

of those rowdy old French dames.

Here I am shut up in this place,

then I'll be past it.

You ought to have joined the Navy

and let the world see you.

Now, son, there's no use you blowing off.

Take things as you find them,

That's always been my motto.

The way I look at it is...

Look at you!

Drip, drip, drip.

You turn me up.

You're worse than a woman.

Knock it, sonny.

I was swinging a rifle

when your nappies was

swinging on the line.

Swinging a lead, more like it.

Here, if you're looking for a kip

on the ear, my lad,

you've come to

the right person.

Ohh!

That cigarette.

Let me see it.

What do you mean see it?

Well, it's a Player's.

Where did you get it?

Saved it up, of course.

What's it got to do with you?

I had 3 Player's left.

You stole it!

Ah, go chase yourself.

Hand it over!

Pipe down, you little Welshman.

Give it back.

You did pinch that fag of young...

Yes, I did. So what?

Just this.

Ooh!

Been asking for it, sonny.

I'm a man of peace, and peace is what

I'm gonna have plenty of in here.

Blimey. They'll have to have you

at the peace conference.

How are you today, Jessup?

Mustn't grumble, sir.

Managed to get on his feet.

We'll soon get you out of here.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Morning, Lennox.

Oh, good morning, sir.

Got some good news for you, David.

Yes, Padre?

Yes, my lad. You'll be rejoining

the rest of us tomorrow.

Oh, that's fine, sir.

And I'll be able to take this bandage off.

Not yet, I'm afraid.

You'll have to wait till the optic nerve

is completely healthy again.

Then they'll send you to the

eye hospital for an operation.

So you'll have to be

a very patient patient, my boy.

I'll do my best, sir.

That's right.

I'm sorry, mate.

I'll give you a packet of 20

when the Red Cross parcels come.

Losing my temper over a fag.

I shouldn't have left them roving about.

You know, you wouldn't be a bad lad,

if you got rid of

some of your nasty habits.

Don't knock it.

Leave all that reforming stuff to the padre.

What's your job in

Ciwy Street?

Only suckers work.

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