... Jack Johnsons we call a#39;em after the American boxer, deep deep roar tremendous punch and black, black smoke. ... tumbling end-over-end toward you and therea#39;s nothing you can do but take it, massive blows crumbling whole lines of trench, burying everybody. Go home. Bah! How do you take your tea, Tommy? Wea#39;re all so terribly proud, splendid job. ... Ia#39;d like to gas all of England. ... aquot;Just dona#39;t make too many friends, aquot; he mumbled, and his chin bobbed to his chest and back up.
|Title||:||Killing Frank McGee|
|Publisher||:||GeneralStore PublishingHouse - 2000-01-01|