A wily private and his French-studying barrack chum hold court in the canteen and cot-room, spinning yarns of regimental cricket matches gone wrong, pickpockets in uniform, bogus inventors, football grudges, and the curious fate of a miserly old sergeant who counted his shillings one time too many. Between the jokes glimmer darker moments — a baptism under fire, a suppressed book, a quiet act of honour no drill manual ever described.
Written in the pungent Cockney of the marching ranks and laced with the sly, world-weary humour of a man who had worn the khaki himself, these twenty-four sketches capture the forgotten everyday of the Tommy abroad at the twilight of the British Empire.