- Oct 25, 2001
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Scene:Flanders 1917
Enter a British officer in a Guards regiment Uniform. He has a patch over one eye and a wooden leg. Attending him is a lumbering soldier with his mouth agape and his arm in a sling.
Capt. James Hird DSO VC AA (with 5 pips) (for it is he): Lloyd, old chap, I have here General Sheedy's plans for Friday's battle. We'll be up against General Von Malthausen's chaps. I don't need to tell you how important this battle is. If we lose this we can expect a fierce assault from the Hun the next day.
Matty Lloyd: Uggh
Hirdy: Quite right, Lloyd, it is a grim situation. I can't help wondering where it all went wrong. Four years ago we thought we had acheived a lasting victory...
A bi-plane buzzes lazily into Lloyds open mouth and out again
Matty Lloyd: Uggh
Hirdy: Now none of that defeatist talk, Matthew! Chin up old boy, stiff upper lip and all that rot!
Bullet ricochets off Lloyd's helmet
Hirdy:Sniper! Down Matthew!
Offstage we hear MacPie's sinister giggle, then another shot and a death cry
Hirdy:Well shot Solomon! There isn't a finer sniper this side of Ypres!
Enter man in tracky dacks with *** in mouth
Barnesy (for it is he): New orders from the General! He exits
Hirdy takes the orders and squints at them, turns them upside down, consults chinese dictionary and Babylonian Talmud, and casts them down in exasperation.
Hirdy:I'm not sure I can carry out these orders, Lloyd old man.
Matty Lloyd: Uggh
Hirdy:Yes you're right We may not make it through this. If anything should happen to me, could you send this to my sweetheart? Hird stuffs handfulls of dollars into a large envelope marked "McBurney"
Matty Lloyd: Uggh
sounds of gunfire and artillery.
Hirdy:This is it old chap! Over the top!
a whistle blows, exuent all to the field of battle
Curtains (for both our seasons)
Scene:Flanders 1917
Enter a British officer in a Guards regiment Uniform. He has a patch over one eye and a wooden leg. Attending him is a lumbering soldier with his mouth agape and his arm in a sling.
Capt. James Hird DSO VC AA (with 5 pips) (for it is he): Lloyd, old chap, I have here General Sheedy's plans for Friday's battle. We'll be up against General Von Malthausen's chaps. I don't need to tell you how important this battle is. If we lose this we can expect a fierce assault from the Hun the next day.
Matty Lloyd: Uggh
Hirdy: Quite right, Lloyd, it is a grim situation. I can't help wondering where it all went wrong. Four years ago we thought we had acheived a lasting victory...
A bi-plane buzzes lazily into Lloyds open mouth and out again
Matty Lloyd: Uggh
Hirdy: Now none of that defeatist talk, Matthew! Chin up old boy, stiff upper lip and all that rot!
Bullet ricochets off Lloyd's helmet
Hirdy:Sniper! Down Matthew!
Offstage we hear MacPie's sinister giggle, then another shot and a death cry
Hirdy:Well shot Solomon! There isn't a finer sniper this side of Ypres!
Enter man in tracky dacks with *** in mouth
Barnesy (for it is he): New orders from the General! He exits
Hirdy takes the orders and squints at them, turns them upside down, consults chinese dictionary and Babylonian Talmud, and casts them down in exasperation.
Hirdy:I'm not sure I can carry out these orders, Lloyd old man.
Matty Lloyd: Uggh
Hirdy:Yes you're right We may not make it through this. If anything should happen to me, could you send this to my sweetheart? Hird stuffs handfulls of dollars into a large envelope marked "McBurney"
Matty Lloyd: Uggh
sounds of gunfire and artillery.
Hirdy:This is it old chap! Over the top!
a whistle blows, exuent all to the field of battle
Curtains (for both our seasons)
