Blackadder: Oh, for God's sake George! How long have you been in the army?
George: Me? I joined up straightaway. August 4, 1914; what a day that was. Myself and the rest of the fellows leap-frogged down to the Cambridge recruiting office and then playing tiddly-winks in the queue. We'd hammered Oxford's tiddly-winkers only the week before and there we were: off to hammer the Bosh! Crashingly superb bunch of blokes. Fine, clean-limbed; even our acne had a strange nobility about it.
Blackadder: Yes. And how are all the boys now?
George: Well, Jocko and The Badger bought it at the first Ypres unfortunately. What a shock that.