(SA) Loot

Ron Evans takes us to Italy during the Second World War in his exciting story called... Lute. Well, that's it, lad. We'll be all down here for some time to come. I thought we were supposed to be really in this gloomy war, Sergeant.

We are, Sims, but you can't blame the Germans when making the occasional counter-attacta, can you? No, but you would choose now, wouldn't we? Just one was stuck like the front from a leading patrol. We're not going to stay here, are we?

Well, where else? I mean, you can see how the Tiger tanks came down the valley in Kalizock, aren't you? What we can do is sit here on the eye ground and wait for him to go away.

It enjoys the sunshine of an Italian summit. It's all right. The Tigers' contiguous it there for weeks, even months. Well, let's wait and see what they've got. If you ask me, this wall was going better before the eyes eyes up and chains sides.

It just brought more German troops into Italy, that's all. That's all he says. You tell that the snaz are on Frank and the rest of our mates who left lying dead down air in a valley.

Tuts a bit by machine gun fire from in Tiger Tank. Oh, stop going on, Sims! We're fighting a war not playing off scotch. If we live through, there's not as a bonus. I just don't get it like that.

We can be some fantasy to make something out of us. I like the soldiers in the olden days, but Charlie's right, Sarge. Think of it. You get to keep all you can carry off. That's called looting. And it's punishable by death, if you're cool.