He 's got all th' war he wants, I bet.

He won't be talkin' so big about his reputation an' all when they go t' sawin' off his leg.

Poor feller! My brother 's got whiskers jest like that.

How did yeh git 'way over here, anyhow?
Your reg'ment is a long way from here, ain't it?
Well, I guess we can find it.

Yeh know there was a boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th' world an' all of.