ON THE DEATH BED OF MAJOR JAMES BIGGLESWORTH DSO MC

By Jingo! Those were the times, eh, Algy?
Eh!


The Hun on the run -

You and Ginger and I storming into
the cloud banks
after them!
... You know, Algy... I miss the war, I do - all that roaring -


the Camels' engines, with
Ginger flanking
and us
head on


or under them
or over them...


Coming out of the glaring sun -


Vickers guns blazing - and

by Jove, remember?
They could fly too, what?
- Teutonic knights of the sky -
but for
our
Camels...
(a racking cough)

Algy!

Where are you!

….Algy?
(He's not here, Major Bigglesworth.)
Well, where is he!
(He's gone, sir.)
Gone? After the Hun?
(in a way, sir, in a way...)
Don't use that tone with me young man ... Eh? ... why ... you're...
a wog! Good god! A wog doctor!
You bloody bastard... what have you done with Algy! What's
happened!
Where am I?
(Sir, I'm going to give you a sedative now)
No you don't ... Ah! ... You bloody bastard...
Algy!
Help!
Ginger!

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