and they were in very poor condition
and had to be made into soldiers.'
'Many of us had given our wrong ages to join the army.'
'The adjutant walked down the lines and gave an order,
"Every man under the age of 19 to take two paces forward."
'I was a lad of 17,
and they'd probably see I wasn't 19,
which you had to be to join up,
but they says, "How long do you want to sign on for?"'
'Everybody else was joining up,
so I went into the recruiting office.
He said to me, "How old are you?" I said, "17, sir."
他问我 你多大了 我说 17岁 长官
"Well," he says, "Go outside and come back and say you're 18."
他说 好吧 再来一遍 说你18岁
So, of course, I went outside and said I were 18.
Then straight to the sea for Flanders.
The sergeant said, "How old are you?"
I said, "I'm 18 and one month."
He said, "Do you mean 19 and one month?"
So I thought a moment.
I said, "Yes, sir." He said, "Right, sign here, please."'
说 是的长官 他说 请在这儿签字
He asked me how old I was and I said I was 16 in March.
"Oh." he said, "You're too young.
You'd better go outside and have a birthday."
I was 16 years old in 1917, and I was six-foot-two tall,
and my father allowed me to go.
So I entered my age as 19 years old,
three years older than what I really was.
I was 15 years, just two-and-a-half years short of 18,
and I got before this medical officer
who said, "All right, you pass."
他说 好吧 你通过了
I was just turned 17 at the time,
and I went up to Whitehall and enlisted in the 16th Lancers.
and I thought I'd have a better chance than when I were 14,
so I walked into the barracks
and just said, "I'm 18," and that was it.
My parents wrote to the commanding officer
and asked for me, as I was underage, to be released.
He said, "Your parents want you back. Do you want to go?"
他说 你父母要你回去 你想回去吗
The chaplain asked me my age and I said I was 16.
He said, "Much too young.
Would you like me to pray for you?"
The clothing came piecemeal into the quartermaster's stores.
One lad said, "These boots don't fit me."
The quartermaster said, "There isn't such a thing as boots that don't fit,
it's your feet, they don't fit the boots."
Some men would find a tunic to fit them
or perhaps a pair of trousers.
And so it went on for nearly a fortnight. Just one uniform.
I was in the army nearly four years. I only had one uniform.
We were all issued with these famous puttees,
which were news to all of us,
and I personally could never quite master the putting on of puttees.'
The main reason for puttees were
to support the legs in marching.
I was issued with a kilt, but nothing to wear underneath it,
and I was given a slip of paper to say,
"This man has not been issued with underpants."
I was given strict instructions that
I couldn't ride on top of a tram car.
I had to ride downstairs.
Now, the pack was for everything that you owned.
The overcoat had to be folded very, very neatly and tightly.
There was a needle, thread, spare buttons, knife, fork, spoon,
有针线 备用扣子 刀叉 勺子
razor, shaving brush, toothbrush,
剃须刀 剃须刷 牙刷
and also a half-pint mug,
one spare shirt and one spare pair of socks,
and that was your kit.
The army razor with which we were issued was absolutely useless,
but it came in handy for cutting up meat and so forth.
The toothbrush, that came in handy for cleaning buttons.
One of the peculiarities about the army was,
although it was a crime to have dirty buttons,
you were never issued with the materials to clean the buttons with.
You had to buy them yourself.
We were awakened by the bugle which sounded Reveille.
Wash, shave, pack your bed up
洗漱 刮胡子 整理床铺
and pack your kit about half-past six
and you would have an hour PT before breakfast.
Press-ups and physical exercises, arms upward stretch.
They knew you were fresh and they tried to take you by stages.
There wasn't any bullying or anything like that.
Breakfast consisted of bread,
butter, one rasher of Lance Corporal bacon,
cos it was streaky bacon, it had one stripe in it.
There was jam and they seemed to make
nothing but plum and apple, you know.
If you got any other kind, it was a celebration event.
Well, Bruce Bairnsfather's cartoons depicted that.
They'd hand him a tin of plum and apple jam.
"When the hell is it goin' to be strawberry?"
Ooh, he was wonderful, that chap.
Ticklers, the jam manufacturers,
they must have made millions of tins of P&A: plum and apple.
♪ Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war ♪
♪ 噢 噢 噢 有趣的战争 ♪
♪ What do we want with eggs and ham ♪
♪ 有了这么多痒痒牌果酱 ♪
♪ when we've got bags of Ticklers jam? ♪
♪ 还要鸡蛋和火腿干嘛 ♪
Then it would be parade time, then the sergeant would take over