We were a working party of British prisoners marching through the
German barracks on our way to the parcel office. Coming towards us was
a German officer on horseback. When he arrived abreast of us he shouted
in very good English: "It's a long way to Tipperary, boys, isn't it?"
This was promptly answered by a Cockney in the crowd: "Yus! And it's
a ruddy long way to Paris, ain't it?"--_C. A. Cooke, O.B.E. (late
R.N.D.), 34 Brandram Road, Lee High Road, S.E._