Last Class: Trench Grub

Who but sodden, rat-run, frozen bombarded soldiers drowning in mud, awaiting orders to go over the top by generals who had chosen ".... to fight machine gun bullets with the breasts of gallant men" -- who else could actually enjoy eating steak & kidney pie, tripe, tongue, black pudding, and mushy peas?
Well, we won't do that, but remember that if you bring a fiver to class Monday we can at least salute the trench dead with a shared lunch of fish & chips - or just chips - & who knows what all, and a bottle of Bass ....

Update: And the historical toast offered was ....

Our Valiant Dead, & God Save the Queen!