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you've seen a lot of corpses, right, when you've been ministering to the fallen—'
Corporal Nobbs nodded. They both knew that 'ministering' meant harvesting any personal jewellery and stealing their boots. In many a faraway battlefield the last thing many a mortally wounded foeman ever saw was Corporal Nobbs heading towards him with a sack, a knife and a calculating expression.
'Shame to let good stuff go to waste,' said Nobby.
'So you've noticed how dead bodies get. . . deader,' said Sergeant Colon.
'Deader than dead?'
'You know. More corpsey,' said Sergeant Colon, forensic expert.
'Goin' stiff and They strolled onwards.
'Bit of a poser, that is,' said Nobby.
'You're right. I expect the captain'll be very interested.'
'Maybe he was a zombie?'purple and suchlike?''Right.''And then sort of manky and runny . . .''Yes, all right—''Makes it easier to get the rings off, mind you—''The point is, Nobby, that you can tell how old a corpse is. That clown, for e.g. You saw him, same as me. How long, would you say?''About 5' 9", I'd say. His boots didn't fit, I know that. Too floppy.''I meant how long he'd been dead.''Couple of days. You can tell because there's this—''So how come Boffo saw him yesterday morning?'
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