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The sense of relief which this move gave to the Subaltern was too huge to describe. For this reason, nothing was done. King James Classic Many have been in those trenches more than three years. A few sergeants' wives, standing at the corner of the Parade ground, were saying good-bye to their friends as they passed. King James Classic How we hated Egypt before we left it! It may be a land of fascination to the tourist who drives about in gharris to view its wonders and stays at a European hotel, but to be there as a soldier, to lie in its vile sand, to swallow its conglomerated stinks, to rub the filth off the seats in the third-class train-carriages, to have under your eyes continually the animated lump of muck that the Gyppo is, to have your ears filled continually with the vile expressions that the Egyptian conceives as wit, is an experience that makes one so disgusted that few Australians that were there will ever want to see the rotten country again.