Action Front

Now look here! said the sergeant at last; you let your bloomin’ garden alone; I’m not going to have you running out there plucking carrot and onion nosegays under fire. If a shell blows your garden half-way through to Australia, I can’t help it, and neither can you. I’ll be quite happy to split a dish of spuds with you if so be your garden offers them up; but I’m not going to have you casualtied rescuing your perishing radishes under fire. Nothing’ll be said to me if your garden is strafed off the earth; but there’s a whole lot going to be said if you are strafed along with it, and I have to report that you had disobeyed orders and not kept under cover, and that I had looked on while you broke ship and was blown to blazes with a boo-kay of onions in your hand. So just you anchor down there till the owner pipes to carry on.