moon & I can hear a 'plane). This estimable Segt Major of ours was an old man very fat & very fond of his food & rather a glutton to boot. Incidentally he used to wear one shirt ad nauseaum. This little foible has been epitomised by the boys under the title of "From Sohag to Sinai" or "The Mystery of the dirty shirt".
To return, this particular morning he had no jam for his breakfast so he comes up & seats himself with us & begins after saying I'll ave a (lights out owing to the taube continue later)