Get him in here, and radio a ‘no duff’ [casualty] to HQ.

There is a small cob on this hill by some supposed to have been a fort: if it was, it must have been a very small one; tho' I rather take it for a tumulus than an exploratory tower.

Thanks Nella. Your ballerina butterfly costume is adorbs!

Thou knowest of old that my temper is somewhat choleric, and my tongue not greased with that unguent which oils the mouths of the lip-serving lords of the land.