Chard: Good morning Bromhead.
Bromhead: I say old boy, would you mind awfully speaking up a bit.
Chard: What's wrong man.....have you gone deaf?
Bromhead: I think my eardrums may have been damaged by those blasted vuvuselas.
Chard: I received news this morning that the Zulus heavily defeated the French in yesterday's engagement.
Bromhead: What can one expect from those cheese eating surrender monkeys. I dare say we would have held the line.
Chard: Our chance for action will come soon enough......we face the Slovenes today.
Bromhead: I've never encountered that tribe.
Chard: No, they're not Fuzzy Wuzzies......part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire actually.
Bromhead: Jolly good show old boy, I do so like a cultured opponent.
Chard: Do you think we should give the men some time off to watch the engagement?
Bromhead: I don't see what harm it could possibly do.
CS Bourne: Permission to speak Sir.
Chard: Yes Colour Sergeant.
CS Bourne: May I remind you Sir that the regiment is Welsh.....you cannot count on their loyalty.
Chard: Yes I dare say you're right Colour Sergeant, they would probably cheer for our opponents.
Bromhead: Funny lot the Welsh.....with those odd shaped balls.
Chard: Look over there Bromhead.....a flock of sheep grazing on that hillock.
Bromhead: Yes I see them and all the chaps have stopped working.
CS Bourne: Stop staring you men and get back to building that forde.