id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
12877	Hay, Ian	The First Hundred Thousand: Being the Unofficial Chronicle of a Unit of "K(1)"			.txt	text/plain	73338	5434	81	"What went wrong, Sergeant?" inquires Second Lieutenant Bobby Little. take our place in trench or firing line alongside the Old Regiment, no moment--keen Royal eyes rested upon Private M'Slattery, standing like "Bring in Private Dunshie, Sergeant-Major," says the Company "Private McNulty, sirr!" announces the Sergeant-Major to the Company "Good boy, that," remarks the Captain to Bobby Little, as the contrite taking their time from the right, will spit upon the officer's head in inspect a third platoon Captain Wagstaffe passes Bobby Little and his Captain Blaikie, remembering that generals have little time for study trenches, let every man work with his weather-eye open and his rifle Presently, however, he turns away, and coming close to Captain long time Bobby Little thought that Peter, like one or two of Wagstaffe and Bobby Little make their way along the trench until they The day's work in trenches begins about nine o'clock the night	./cache/12877.txt	./txt/12877.txt