First Sgt. Festus Mulcahy: [after Co. Thursday has told the soldiers to destroy the contraband "whiskey"] "Destroy it," he says. Well, boys, we've a man's work ahead of us this day.
Michaleen Flynn: No patty-fingers, if you please. The proprieties at all times. Hold on to your hats
Col Owen Thursday: "Sergeant, pour me some scripture".
ReplyDeleteThey don't write 'em like that no more.