Western Mail, Thursday 13 July 1933, page 2
The few years preceding the war I spent abroad, and so, through lack of use, got out of the habit of swearing. Within a few days of my return to England I joined a unit that was just being formed, and in six weeks got my first stipes. Next morning I had to drill the mob I had joined up with, and it was soon plain that they were all out to “get my goat." They soon got it, whereupon I stood on my toes, and roared at them for three minutes, without a repetition in the vernacular learnt as an amateur bullock driver in my youth. Then all was plain sailing till dinner time. After dismissing them I strolled into my tent, where Gunner Rowley said to me "Bom, Um surprised at you!"
"What's biting you now?" I asked.
"Well, those stripes have ruined you. Once I thought you were a religious sort of bloke, but now I’m _ certain you're not." he said with a grin.
T.R.F.A., East Dalwallinu.