human
When we've got our wind, I reckon there's a little job up there for us, sir,
gpt
You mean the machine-gun, of course, said Dennis, nodding.
human
But unfortunately, whilst we're getting our wind, so are the enemy, and there's forty yards of open climb before we reach those sandbags up yonder. It isn't like that village behind us, and you may bet your boots the trench on the top of the ridge is packed with Germans like herrings in a barrel, waiting for us. We'll have to lie low until the battalion overtakes us.
gpt
There's two of those bloomin' tac-tacs of theirs--one covering the communication trench, and t'other one yonder sweeping the front of the wood, he said.
human
What price that Lewis gun, sir, that chipped in on our right flank? Couldn't I go back and 'urry it up? If we could bring it into action from the other corner of this 'ere wood, it 'ud mean saving a lot of lives, for it's a sure thing the ridge has got to be taken.