Excerpts from 'The Army Field Guide⦠(A to Z)'
Summary: Amongst the Officers of the Very Distinguished Borogravian Army a battered volume can be found stuffed ready to hand in the top of packs, or folded into greatcoat pockets. It has proved invaluable in any number of scenarios, providing advice and occasionally life-saving manoeuvres when faced with an enemy of intelligence. This is not that slightly foxed tome. This is something completely different.
Disclaimer: Terry Pratchett owns the characters and the world they live on. Author is grateful for all the brilliant books and makes no claim of ownership in any way.
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The Army Field Guide to Gin: (100 words.)
"I can't not look!"
The disaster that was Colonel Fortescue happily imitating a go-go dancer on the high table whilst the top brass alternatively cheered and choked into their drinks was a sight that would stay with Polly for ever.
"He's quite flexible isn't he?" Mal sipped calmly from her wine glass and nodded in assessment, for all the world an Opera fan commenting on the latest young soprano. "Good legs."
"Good legs?" Polly searched wildly for her sang froid. "What do we say to him tomorrow?"
"Nicely done sir, here's an aspirin?"
It was tempting. Very tempting.
Polly grinned.
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