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http://lavender.5ch.net/test/read.cgi/hobby/1552725444/l50 After the evening soup, as all were going out, he called me.
"It is settled, my comrade; only the hospital?"
"But yes," I answered.
"Not this?" said the corporal, fingering a bayonet.
I shook my head.
"Not this?" and he touched the butt of a rifle.
I answered as before.
"And only hospital; word of honour?"
"Word of honour," I replied.
"Be it so then; I am well content."
Then he looked behind his knapsack and found half-a-bottle of brandy, a
bottle of wine, and six cigars. He turned, put out his hand to me, and
said: >>203
禿同
SumaruのMatsutake 00お仕置きでも同じこと感じた
管理行為に一切手を出さないと桜ポップに確約させたむよむよが、今回も制御に入ればいいんだが、ミラブルbotブロックの件でスベってから謹慎してるっぽいんだよな この15分ボット、専ブラで消せない？
>>210
人手不足だよね >>211
to をNGワードに入れたら全部消える "You are my good comrade. Have no fear; if there should be trouble, it
is you, it is you that I will save." I laughed and shook his hand; he
gave me a cigar, and the next moment was sorry for his generosity.
Schmidt went off after the evening soup to see his chum.
"Very well, very well," we said to one another. Lots were quickly
drawn--we had not a son amongst us to toss with--and Nicholas the
Russian, Guillaume the Belgian, Jean Jacques from Lorraine, and I
were chosen as executioners of justice. The others lounged outside
in different places, all anxious to let us know in good time of the
arrival of the condemned. About an hour after soup we were warned that
he was coming towards the hut. At once the blanket which was ready was
laid on the ground directly inside the door, and each man stood at his
corner waiting for the victim. The others outside gaily saluted him,
and the fool did not suspect the unusual courtesy; he was humming an
air to himself as he stepped through the doorway on to the blanket. In
a second we had raised it at the corners; he stumbled and fell, in a
limp heap, in the bottom. We jerked the blanket upward, and crash came
his head against the roof of the hut. We let go at the word of command,
given by the Russian; flop went his body against the floor. Again and
again this was repeated, till our arms were tired, and the others who
had crowded in and had been excited by the fun swore that he had not
been punished sufficiently and that they would take our places. I was
glad enough to surrender my corner to an Italian, for, indeed, my arms >>206
>>208
[[ノート:ヴィクトリアダービー]]か
確かにオーバーキル気味だけど、これもまあ例祭の苛立ちはわかる
むしろ「山田先生どうしちゃったの」という感じの改名提案 井戸端でまだミラブル攻撃が続いてんだな
Twitterで躁鬱の可能性を自ら発信してると 元管理者が山田の思い（笑）だけで改名提案出せばゲンコツものだろ >>215
こいつHmanじゃないの
むかしミラブルに切れてたよね were weary, and my feelings--I was only a boy, you must remember--were
shocked at the sight of the unresisting and almost insensible bit of
humanity in the blanket.
After a short time the Russian said the game should stop, and we, the
other appointed dispensers of punishment, backed him up. Some grumbled,
but Nicholas, to give him his due, was not a man to be turned from his
purpose, and his reputation was such that nobody was very anxious to
fall out with him. So the blanket was dropped for the last time, pulled
from under the Alsatian, replaced on his bed, and we all went out,
leaving the wretched fellow groaning on the ground. After a short talk
we came back, gave him a drink, put him to bed, and prepared to meet
the corporal on his return.
The corporal came in a little before roll call.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he heard the moaning of the Alsatian.
Nobody answered. The corporal went across to the injured man's cot and
again inquired. The poor devil told him as well as he could, and the
_sous-officier_ at once ordered us all not to leave the hut until his
return. He went out, and came back in a few minutes with the sergeant
of the section. There is no need in telling all about the inquiry that
followed; suffice it to say that the corporal was the only man sleeping
in the room that night--the Alsatian was in hospital and we others
under guard. >>217
人工知能云々の下りから察するとYatobiとかGcGとかの名前が思い浮かぶんだけど
まあHmanのマッチポンプの可能性もなくはないのかな Of course, our conduct was approved of throughout the battalion.
Regimental tradition is dearer than justice, and we were regarded as
good soldiers and good comrades who had merely vindicated our honour.
But the army tradition is: when a charge is made and proved, punish.
Officers _may_ sympathise, but they _must_ punish. Therefore we of the
squad, corporal and Alsatian excepted, were sentenced to do extra drill
every day for a month and sleep in our clothes under guard every night.
It was a hard punishment. The weather was hot, we had little change of
underclothing, and when we lay down on the planks for the night with
the shirts and drawers on that we had worn during the day our sleep
was restless, fitful, and uneasy. It is a wonder we did not mutiny;
however, that would be going too far, so we counted the days and nights
that intervened until we should be free soldiers again. The Alsatian
was transferred from the hospital to another battalion, and I came
across him again, and was glad to find that he bore no malice; indeed,
he admitted that we were justified in acting as we had done and that it
was his own fault, as he had not asked for a transfer.
The incident I have related will give some idea of my life in the
corps. I shall have soon to relate another story, which will show that
jealousy might arise between companies as well as in a squad. CHAPTER VI
About this time there were signs of a disturbance amongst the
semi-savage tribes that hold the oases on the borders of the great
desert. These are not, and I daresay never will be, brought completely
under subjection. They are to the French in Algeria what the hill
tribes of the Himalayas are to the British in Hindostan. They are
by nature, proud, fierce, suspicious; by religion, contemptuous of
Christian dogs; by habit, predatory. They are fairly well armed,
indeed, they make their own weapons and ammunition. When they go on the
warpath there is always more trouble than one would expect, considering
their numbers; they are so elusive, so trained to forced marches, so
dashing in attack and swift in retreat, that the Government has to
allow at least three men for every Arab. If a general could corner
them and get well home with the bayonet after the usual preliminaries
of shell firing and musketry, or if the rascals would only come on and
have done with it, a quarter of the number would suffice. But these
pleasant things don't occur--I mean pleasant for the man with the
modern rifle--at least, if they do, it is only when all the oases of
the district have been seized, and then the Arabs may prefer to hazard
all on a big fight, but as a rule they bow to destiny and surrender.
Well, one morning we noticed the commandant and other officers jubilant and smiling, and very soon the news got down to us through
the _sous-officiers_ that our battalion was for active service. How
delighted we were! All punishments in the battalion were at once
remitted; we had no more to suffer for the affair of the Alsatian; and
the other squad, which had treated Alsatian number two in a similar
manner, was also included in the pardon.
We were not long getting ready for the march. The day after the good
news came the battalion tramped out of cantonments nearly 1100 strong,
every man in good condition, and with 150 cartridges in his pouches.
A significant order was given on the parade ground, when we formed
up for the last time in column of companies. We were told to break
open each man a packet of cartridges and to load. We did so, and the
commandant addressed us, and gave us fair warning that he could not
permit _accidents_--he laid great stress on the word and repeated it
more than once--he told us that if an _accident_ did occur it would
be bad for the man whose rifle should be found to be discharged; he
quoted the Bible to us, saying something about "a life for a life and
a tooth"--yes, I think it was a tooth--"for a tooth." The old soldiers
understood, and we others learned the meaning before we came to the
first halting-place.
The fact is, in every regiment, and nowhere more than in the Foreign
Legion, there are unpopular officers and sub-officers, and there are
feuds amongst the men, and what is easier than to loose off a rifle accidentally and, accidentally as it were, hit the man you dislike? In
action the thing is done far more commonly than people suppose--and
that is the safest time to do it; but after a fight, when all the men's
rifles are foul, and when a cartridge can be flung away as soon as
used, a bullet is sometimes sent through a tent on the off-chance of
hitting the right man within. So the commandant was justified when he
warned and threatened us about accidents.
We marched about twenty-five kilometres every day, and did it
cheerfully. We did not mind the country through which we passed, for
all our thoughts were turned to the work before us. The veterans were
in good humour. What advice they gave! "When the Arab charges you, mon
enfant, or when you charge the Arab, which is better, thrust at his
face the first time and at his body the second." "But why?" "Ah, my
boy, give him the bayonet in the body and still he will strike; give
it to him in the head, and then you can finish with a second stroke.
And, again, the glint of the bayonet will disturb his aim, and, even
should you miss with the first thrust, you can always get your weapon
back and send it home before he recovers--of course, that is if you are
quick enough. Moreover, the Arab expects you to lunge at his body, and
you must always, if you are a good soldier, disappoint your enemy. Then
there is no protection for his face; but a button or a piece of brass,
even a secretly-worn cuirass, may turn your point and leave you at his
mercy." >>227
トコロテン射精バカネ切干大根は英文コピペ荒らしとストーカー行為やめなさい >>231-232
トコロテン射精バカネ切干大根は15分間隔英文コピペ荒らしとストーカー行為やめなさい >>233-234
トコロテン射精バカネ切干大根は15分間隔英文コピペ荒らしとストーカー行為やめなさ >>212
Tomos、totti、Tomonoriら「」 >>238
単語の前後に半角スペース入れれば回避できる We eagerly drank in all this and similar hints from the men of
experience. The old soldiers were delighted. We were all as happy as
schoolboys out for a holiday; we endured the heat and dust without
muttering a complaint; nay, even old quarrels were forgotten, and the
man who would not look at his detested comrade a month before now
helped him with his knapsack or offered some tobacco, with a friendly
smile.
When the halt was called in the evening, the sentries were posted,
the fires lit, the little tents put up, the messes cooked for the
squads; but very soon the air of bustle and activity gave place to
an appearance of quiet ease. When the last meal of the day was over,
and the rifles, bayonets, straps, clothes, and everything else had
been cleaned, we lay about the camp in small parties, here two or
three, there half-a-dozen, yonder a full squad. Again we listened to
the _vieux soldats_; we made them repeat their stories of war and
pillage; we eagerly questioned them about the chances of loot. Some
of our fellows had fought in the Russo-Turkish war of '78; Nicholas,
whom I have mentioned, was believed to have commanded a company of
Russian guards at the siege of Plevna, and, though he never said in
so many words that he had even carried a rifle and knapsack in that
war, he told us stories of it that could be told only by an onlooker,
and it was easy to see that he was a man of birth and education, and,
judging by the money with which his purse was often filled--not for
long though, as he was a prince to spend--of wealth as well. It was >>239
トコロテン射精バカネ切干大根は15分間隔英文コピペ荒らしとストーカー行為やめなさい during this march that I learned for the first time the privileges
of a soldier as the soldier conceives them--I mean his chances when
the fighting is over and the enemy's camp, village, or town is in his
hands. Perhaps I had best say nothing or, if anything at all, but
little of them. One thing I may mention; it is foolish for people to
suppose that fighting men of to-day are at all different from their
compeers of yore--the only change is that the rapine and the pillage
are not boasted of so openly--but there is just as little of the spirit
of Christianity in a so-called civilised army as there used to be in
a legion of Julius Cﾃｦsar, perhaps even less. Many people will regret
this, and yet you always find the goody-goodies and even the women
loudest in crying out for war to avenge the wrongs, or fancied wrongs,
of their country or to acquire new territory and new trade. I say this:
if the women of the world only once realised to the full what war means
to the women of the losers they would throw all their weight into the
scale of peace. And remember, armaments are such to-day that no nation
is absolutely safe from invasion; social questions, the relations
between capital and labour, the currency, slave labour amongst whites,
even in the United States--most happily situated of all countries--the
eternal feud between whites and blacks in the South--any of these may
at any moment cause a war worse than a war of invasion, because more
bitter, more relentless, more capable of leaving a heritage of hate.
Who is the more to be blamed: the rigid moralist at home who admits
that most wars are the devil's work but proclaims that the war which he
favours and shouts for is really blessed by God; or the soldier who, >>244
トコロテン射精バカネ切干大根は15分間隔英文コピペ荒らしとストーカー行為やめなさい >>243
市井の人、また打ち上げ花火か...
質問がつまんないから回答もつまんないのしか出てこない after dreary weeks or months of weary marching, with broken boots or no
boots at all during the day, and chilling nights with only a tattered
greatcoat or a ragged blanket to save him from the dew, with the
memory upon him of hunger and thirst, of dust and fatigue, of constant
knowledge that any moment may see him a corpse or a maimed weakling on
the ground, forgets the Ten Commandments and even his natural humanity
when the final charge has been successful and the chance has at last
come for, in part at least, repaying himself, as soldiers have since
war began repaid themselves, for toil and trouble and danger in the
conquered town? Blame the man who does wrong if you will, but blame
more the foolish people who, fancying that rapine and pillage can never
stalk abroad in their own happy land, let loose the dogs of war upon
their neighbours. The Carthaginian maids and matrons acclaimed their
returning heroes; the day came when the Roman legionaries taught those
very maids and matrons the real meaning of war. How proud the Roman
women were of their gallant warriors when the gorgeous triumph unfolded
itself on the long road to the Capitol! With what different feelings
did they look on war as the news came that Attila had forced his way
into the rich plains of Lombardy; or, even before that, with what
agonised apprehension did they not look forth from the walls at the
red glare in the sky that told of the presence of Hannibal? We abuse
Turks and Arabs, Filipinos and Chinese, the Baggara from the desert
and the tribal mountaineers from the borders of Afghanistan because,
forsooth, they do not make war as Christianity dictates. And what about
the allied armies in China of late? They were Christians--by repute >>229
こういう奴って自分の嫌いな奴を貶めたくて仕方がないのだろうな
どう考えてもバカネの荒らしに決まっている at least; but what were they in reality? Just a little worse than the
Boxers, that is all. Do I blame them? No; I know the temptations; I
know how quickly the soldiers of Christian, so-called Christian, armies
are taught to forget the Ten Commandments. I am not surprised, nor do
I feel called upon to censure. I shall leave the casting of stones to
the people who are always strong to resist their passions, especially
those passions which soldiers feel and yield to most readily--lust of
others' property, which your virtuous stockbroker will never allow to
enter into his bosom; lust of strong drink, which never affects the
shouters for war in the streets; lust of--well, another lust which need
not be spoken of here, as I have already hinted more than enough of it
and its consequences.
However, I've done with moralising. We young soldiers heard, and heard
with an awakening of delight, of pleasurable anticipation, the things
that might happen when the fighting for the day was done. And war does
not seem all war. You've got to cook and eat, to forage and drink, to
mount guard or sleep, just as if you were back in cantonments, and the
daily routine soon grows upon a man--at any rate it soon grew upon me.
At last we joined the general. We were the first of his reinforcements,
and very soon, as others arrived, the defensive gave place to the
offensive. I can't tell about the progress of the little campaign; all
I know is our share of it, and for me that was quite enough. For a few
weeks we were cornering the enemy, seizing a well here, a caravan of provisions there, and having slight brushes, in which a dozen or two
men killed and wounded represented our losses. The Arabs, having been
beaten back by the men originally attacked, did not seem to care to
give the general a good stand-up fight now that his forces had been
increased, and after some time we began to fancy that they were merely
holding out for good terms and would at last surrender in the usual
way. Not that we grew careless about our guards, pickets, and vedettes,
discipline prevented that, and luckily, for when all the oases had been
seized and garrisoned except one, the Arabs, in desperation I believe,
determined to throw all upon the hazard of a battle. This was my first
real experience of fighting, for I don't count it fighting to advance
in skirmishing order and fire at constantly moving figures half-a-mile
away. I judged their opinion of us by ours of them, and, indeed, we
never even ducked the head, for we could not fear bullets at such a
range.
Our cavalry had been pushed forward to locate the enemy and hold him if
possible. My company and two companies of native infantry and three or
four guns were sent in support, and the main body, coming along slowly
and laboriously owing to difficulties of transport, moved in our rear,
the flanks well protected by outlying horse. One evening when we were
about fifteen kilometres in front of the general--too far, of course,
but some officers do so want to distinguish themselves when they get a
separate command--the chasseurs d'Afrique and the spahis rode back upon
us. They reported the enemy in a strong position at the last oasis left to them, about twelve kilometres away, and our commanding officer sent
back the news at once, halting meanwhile for instructions. He acted
somewhat wisely too in getting us to throw up a sort of fortification
on a piece of rising ground. A circular trench was dug; the stuff taken
out formed a weak rampart; a biscuit or two and a glass of brandy
were served out to every man; and then we lay down on the hard ground
without a tent or even a blanket for shelter or covering. The horsemen
fell back on the main body; their work was done, and they would be
worse than useless in a night attack.
Most of the night passed quietly, and I, who had done two hours
sentry-go before midnight without seeing or hearing anything which
could disquiet me, began to hope that the savage devils would wait to
be attacked. About an hour before sunrise the corporal in charge of
the outlying picket called me for another turn of duty. I arose from
where I lay, took my rifle from the ground, and prepared to set out for
my post, about eighty paces in front. I was to relieve Nicholas the
Russian. As I took his place he whispered: "Look out, young one; the
dangerous hour!"
When the corporal and his party went away I gazed intently into the
darkness towards the south. I knew by experience gained in many a night
watch that very soon the sun would, as it always seemed to me, born and
bred in a northern land, jump up on the horizon and send his welcome
arrows of light across shrub and rock and sand. Once the light came >>248
つまんない質問か性格の悪い質問しかしないよな the sudden rush in upon the camp would be impossible; the modern rifle
would stave off all attack; spear and bayonet would clash together only
when our leaders saw that the time had come when we should be on the
rush and the enemy on the run.
As I gazed I fancied that there was a movement in my front. I could
not at the time, nor can I now, though I am a man of wider experience
to-day, swear that I actually saw anything, but that an impalpable,
strange, indefinite change was coming over the blackness of the desert,
I neither doubted nor misunderstood. Raising my rifle to my shoulder,
quietly and cautiously as one does whose own body may be in a second
the target for countless bullets, I aimed steadily at the blackest
part of the blackness and fired. As I turned to run to the picket an
awful shriek rang out, telling me that my bullet had found a billet,
and then, while I ran shouting: "Aux armes, aux armes!" a hideous,
savage cry ran in a great circle all about the camp. When I closed on
the picket the corporal was giving his orders: "One volley, and run
for the camp." The volley was fired, and we all ran madly back to the
entrenchments, crying: "Aux armes, les ennemis!" not, indeed, to warn
our comrades of their danger, but to let them know that we were the men
of the outlying picket fleeing to camp and not the mad vanguard of the
attack. We got inside the little rampart, helped over by willing arms,
and at once the crash of musketry began. Our men had their bayonets
fixed; for a double purpose this--for defence if the Arabs came home
in the charge, to lower the muzzle if only shooting were necessary. did・not・or・andとかも入れれるねさっすが頭いい
forとかofとかはUNとかでありがちだから使わない方良さそうだけど >>261
管理者の資質があるかどうかを問う質問
失言を期待したり過去のミスを掘り起こすだけの質問は必要ない 「好きなアイドルは誰ですか？」
と聞いて適切な対応が出来るかをみる Luckily our firing became so successful that the Arabs stopped to
reply, and, you may take my word for it, when a charging man halts to
fire he is already weakening for retreat.
Well, we kept the enemy at a safe distance till the blessed sun sprang
up and turned the chances to our side. Yet still they hung around, and
a dropping fire was maintained on both sides. They did not now surround
the little camp; they had all collected in almost a semicircle on
the southern side. While the desultory firing went on our commandant
eagerly turned his gaze from time to time towards the north, and he
was at last rewarded. He sent orders to give a ration of brandy to
every man--the rascal! He had seen the glint of lance heads on the
horizon, and he wanted to take a little of the pursuer's glory from the
cavalrymen. Glory, glory! what follies are committed in thy name! The
brandy was given out, the news went around that the horse were coming
up at the gallop, the men looked with blood-lust in their eyes at the
lying-down semicircle to the south, the commandant flung off jacket,
belt, scabbard, keeping only sabre and pistol, and with a wild cheer
and cries of "Kill, kill!" we rushed from the camp straight at the
enemy. They were not cowards. They gave us a wild, scattered fire, and
then, flinging away their rifles and flintlocks, came daringly, with
loud cries of "Allah!" to meet us. And in their charge they covered a
greater distance than we did in ours, for they came along every man
at racing speed, and their line grew more and more irregular, whereas
we, disciplined and trained to move all as one man, easily fell into >>223
ワイからも言うたるでェ。
何で[[矢上総一郎]]から{{Otheruses}}を外したンねン?! どこが「混同すべきものではない」言うねン?! [[同音異字]]でも断じて認めへンのンか?! >>268
クリハヤ、切干大根
管理者とLTAの共闘www 英文荒らしなんて米帝かぶれYassieの仕業としか考えられませんｗｗｗｗｗ the regulation _pas gymnastique_, and so went forward a solid, steady,
cheering line, officers leading, and clarions at our backs sounding the
charge.
As we neared one another a great shout went up from us. Nicholas
the Russian, who was my front-rank man, dashed forward and stabbed
a yelling demon rushing at him with uplifted spear. I ran into his
place, and saw almost at once a dusky madman, with a short, scanty
beard, coming straight at me with murder in his eyes. I remembered
the advice given by the _vieux soldats_, and as he raised his sword I
plunged my bayonet with all my force into his face. He half reeled, he
almost fell, and as he recovered again I lunged and struck him fair
and full on the breast bone. Again he reeled, yet still he tried to
strike; I thrust a third time, and now at his bare neck; the spouting
blood followed out the bayonet as I drew it forth and back to strike
again. Before I had time to do so the Arab fell, a convulsive tremor
passed over his body, the limbs contracted, the eyes opened wide to
the sky, the jaw fell, and for the first time I saw my enemy lie
stark and cold in death before me. I stood watching, with a curious
feeling at my heart, the body that lay so strangely still upon the
sand. I felt no desire that life should return to the corpse, nor did
I feel at all inclined to drive my weapon home again; it seemed to
me that my assailant and the dead were not one and the same, and the
animosity which I had felt for the living foe was lost, nay, utterly
extinguished, in wonder at the awful change my handiwork had produced. サクラのが低質な管理かは知らんが
低質なユーザーではある 米帝かぶれYassieは英文荒らしをやめなさい！！！！！ >>265
失言を期待したり過去のミスを掘り起こすだけの質問に対して
どう答えるかで管理者としての資質を見れるんだよ
管理者になったら糞みたいな奴らを相手しないといけない機会増えるからね >>276
だって英文ですよｗｗｗｗｗ
米帝かぶれYassie以外に考えられないじゃないですかｗｗｗｗｗ >>277
それじゃ永久にまともな奴は誰も管理者になりたがらないな >>279
管理者とはそういう役割だから
楽な仕事ではない >>280
違うよ
削除やブロックの機能が使えるだけの利用者だよ Remember, I was only a boy, and I had taken that which no man can
restore. Many times since have I looked without a shudder, almost
without a thought, on the face of my dead foeman, but on that morning
in the desert my mind was shocked by the new experience.
Suddenly I heard a trumpet and a cry. I looked towards the right; the
spahis were riding at top speed with levelled lances on the foe. Our
men were scattered, fighting in squads and parties over the plain,
driving the Arabs back. The press of battle had gone beyond me. In a
moment the horsemen swept into the Arab ranks; the lances rose and fell
with terrible significance as the mass rolled on. Our work was over;
the cavalry so rushed and harried the fleeing enemy that the rebellion
was practically at an end, for that time of course, before noon. When
the main body came up the chiefs were in our camp, prepared to accept
any terms offered by the general. These were hard enough. All arms to
be surrendered, a heavy fine to be paid, their villages to be kept in
our possession till all the petty fortifications should be dismantled.
Yes; my company kept a village and an oasis, and I fancy that the next
generation of Arabs was whiter than their forbears. But that is war;
and the people--the goody-goodies and the stockbrokers and the foolish
women--who believe that honour dwells in the heart of a soldier on
active service will lament our wickedness and get ready for the next
occasion when they can send off their own soldiers to war, glorious
war! [[Wikipedia:コメント依頼/Ptyths 他]]
編集合戦する前にコメント依頼すべきだったのでは？
しかしこれ、[[LTA:TEAMF]]や[[Category:金融の専門家の操り人形だと疑われるユーザー]]を思い出すなあ >>283
洋物ポルノなんてますますYassie以外考えられませんｗｗｗｗｗ >>281
ちがうよ。単に機能が使えるだけの利用者じゃないよ
それらをコミュニティの合意の下どう使うかが問われる立場の利用者だよ CHAPTER VII
Not long after the end of the little war my company and another were
ordered on garrison duty to a place which we called, for what reason
I know not, Three Fountains. I never saw three springs in the place;
of course, there was an oasis but whether this, before being walled
in, had really been divided into three separate wells I cannot say.
Probably the name was a fanciful one given by a soldier and taken up by
his comrades.
Alongside us lay about five or six hundred Turcos. They did not like
us and we did not care overmuch for them, so you might imagine that
here were pretty grounds and opportunity for a quarrel. Not so, indeed;
they kept away from us, for they knew well what would happen should
one of them dare to enter our lines. We gave them a wide berth, for
the African is always--like the Asiatic and the American and the
European--ripe for treachery to men of another race and colour. No; the
races did not fight, but we of the higher breed,--how angels and devils
must laugh when people speak of higher breeds!--had a very pretty fight
amongst ourselves. 英文荒らしにいつまでもでかい顔させてんなよ
いつもの顔パンパンで対抗しろよ [[Wikipedia:削除依頼/駅弁のパッケージを写した写真]]
ぱたごんお疲れ様 >>281
管理者を単に削除やブロックの機能が使えるだけの利用者と思ってる人は
管理者に信任されないだろうな 今のウィキペディアからぱたごんがいなくなったら面倒事に対応できる管理者がいなくなって破綻する 淡々と編集してりゃ気づかれなかったのかもしれないのに
下手にノートで合意を取ってる風を装うから パタゴニア時代はあんなに嫌われてたのに
好かれるようになってよかったな、ぱたごん It came about in an unusual way, but for the invariable cause. There
was a Portuguese in No. 4 Company who loved a girl--a Cooloolie girl
who had followed him in all his marches and campaignings. A Cooloolie,
I may explain, is the offspring of a Turkish father and an Arab or
Christian mother, and as a rule when a Cooloolie woman gives herself to
a man she does it in a thorough manner and without any reservation save
one--the woman's right to change her mind. And this lassie did change
her mind, and of her own accord made love to a Greek who belonged to
my company, as handsome and well-formed a man as I have ever had the
good fortune to see, and a downright good soldier. Certainly I should
not care to see him too near my knapsack--brushes and such things have
a strange knack of disappearing--but I know very well that he was a
right man in a fight and a trump to spend his money when he had it.
He did not have it often, and when he had you generally heard next
morning that an officer's tent had been visited--yes, visited is a good
word--by someone not invited.
Well, the Cooloolie girl flung over the Portuguese, with bad words
and worse insinuations, and openly followed the Greek around, like
a dog after its master. And Apollo, of course, who probably did not
care a button about the woman, must go here and there, head up, with
smiling face, cheery talk, and queer jests. He visited every corner of
the camp: first the part where we, his own company lay; then, still
followed by the woman, the Turcos, who showed their white teeth and
grinned and muttered: by Jove, he was a handsome man, and she, though JapaneseAの暴言に、どう対処しますか？
という質問 米帝かぶれYassieはいい加減英文荒らしをやめなさい！！！！！ >>285
白人女性でもいいのはいますよ
でも米主導のpornってのは黒人も入れて男優のサイズがやたらとでかくて引くし
やっぱ毛剃りが普及してしまってるのに異質さを覚える rather dusky and stout, looked a perfect beauty in such a place, remote
from civilisation; last of all he came towards us through the company
of his predecessor in the Cooloolie girl's favour. Flesh and blood,
least of all the hot blood of a Peninsular, could not stand it; with a
hoarse cry and an awful oath the Portuguese rushed at the Greek, but
Apollo was quite prepared. Slipping aside he struck the poor devil
full under the ear at the base of the skull and sent him headlong to
the earth, senseless. Apollo, seeing that his opponent did not rise,
calmly walked to his own quarters, the girl now hanging upon his arm
and uttering all the endearing words she could think of, looking up the
while into his face as one entranced. None of the men of No. 4 Company
interfered. It was a common thing enough for two men to quarrel about
a woman, and, though they must have felt sore that their comrade had
been worsted, still that was no reason why outsiders should interfere.
The matter would have been settled by the interested parties for
themselves had it not been for the devilish desire of creating mischief
that always possessed Nicholas the Russian. Indeed, Nicholas loved
mischief like a woman.
Now Nicholas was a man who often had money and spent it like a
gentleman, a soldier, and a rascal. He never got all that was sent to
him, any more than the Crown gets all the revenues collected in its
name: to greasy palms coins will always stick. If 1000 francs were his
due--sent by friends, of course--he reckoned himself lucky to be able
to spend half. This time he must have received a more than ordinary >>284
こいつら[[プリヴェ企業再生グループ]]の記事にも関連してるのか sum, for instead of following the custom of the Legion and showing us,
his comrades, a little bit of paper, which the commandant would cash
next day, so that we, his good comrades, the men who liked and loved
him, might know exactly how much drink and other things to be had for
money each might fairly reckon on, he said:
"Our comrade, Apollo I mean, has taken the girl; let us be good
comrades to him; let us take the two cabarets to-morrow, and keep all
the drink and all the tobacco and all the cigars for ourselves, and
give the happy pair a right good wedding."
He pulled his moustache as he spoke, and then, turning his eyes round
the squad, he showed devilment and fun enough in them to entice the
ordinary good man to break not only the laws of God but to do a still
more risky thing--to break the laws of his society.
The word was passed around quickly that the Russian would be a good
friend to all the company, and not merely to his own section or his
own squad. Everybody was happy; we forgot squad distinctions and shook
hands with one another and handed freely round our tobacco, for was not
to-morrow the glorious day when _eau-de-vie_ and wine and cigars and
tobacco were to be had by every one of us, even without the asking? Ah!
the good Russian, the worthy comrade! Ah! the handsome Greek! Ah! the
wise woman, who knows the company to select her lover from! Ah! you,
good soldier, of another squad it is true; shall we not drink and smoke [[Wikipedia‐ノート:削除依頼/斉木楠雄のΨ難 (アニメ)]]
名探偵Kurihaya、ついに真実に辿り着く >>292 >>295
いやあ、
お弁当の著作権問題は国会にも行って調べましたし
わかったのは、この件の参考になるピンポンな判例がなさそうだということだけで
この２か月というものずーーと考えていたのです
部屋の中を何回ぐるぐる回って、何百回鼻をつまみながら深呼吸したのだか
まあ。「愛と勇気だけが友達の」ぱたごんです >大韓航空労組、厚労省課長の謝罪と賠償要求
相変わらずチョンはヤクザだな >>306
それで誰にも認めてもらえないから自分語りか ■ このスレッドは過去ログ倉庫に格納されています
