February 12, 2009



They also did these for Australia, Britain and Iraq. There also some guides for British Soldiers in certain countries. I have a copy of Instructions for American Servicemen in Australia 1942, and if that's anything to go by, they're quite entertaining little books.

"Unlike cricket, which is a polite game, Australian Rules Football creates a desire on the part of the crowd to tear someone apart, usually the referee."

"The Australian has few equals in the world at swearing. . . . The commonest swear words are ‘bastard’ (pronounced ‘barstud’), ‘bugger,’ and ‘bloody,’ and the Australians have a genius for using the latter nearly every other word."

"Of course, the best thing any Australian can say about you is that you're a "bloody fine barstud".

"Australians eat and drink too."

"You'll find that the Digger [Australian soldier] is a rapid, sharp and unsparing kidder, able to hold his own with Americans or anyone else. He doesn't miss a chance to spar back and forth and he enjoys it all the more if the competition is tough."

"Another thing, the Digger is instantaneously sociable. Riding on the same train with American troops, a mob of Aussies are likely to descend on the Yanks, investigate their equipment, ask every kind of personal question, find out if there's any liquor to be had, and within five minutes be showing pictures of their girls and families."

"There's no use beefing about it - it's their country."


Mark, I suggest that you title your next book "The Nasty Souvenir."


I have the advice to American servicemen in Britain. It is a treasure. These are amazing books. I wonder if there are such .pdf s now on Korea or Iraq...?

The other one I like is *Keeping Well in Wartime,* a blitz-time UK publication that's really mainly about trying not to mind that you don't have very much food. It's an amazing document for translating Churchill's pep talks into very practical advice about mental health, etc.

I want this French one, it's delicious, isn't it?


Terrific post - enjoyed both pamphlets, yours and Evie's! We do eat and drink down here, heh. Just think, if they were writing it now they'd have to say what great coffee we have too.


I love it! Especially that the French are very observant, close mouthed and have little curiosity. I think "nasty souvenir" maybe become my new euphemism for all kinds of things.

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