There were four of us, including the driver, wedged into his jeep (wedged, because we were all in full winter gear) as we slowly crawled up a very steep hill we passed a digger loaded down with rifle and all the usual gear plus two 3" mortar bombs in canisters on his back.
"How's it goin' Dig?" says "Dixie".
The digger growled, "Get F******"!!"
"Dixie" was about to explode with offended Officer indignation when he suddenly thought, felt his pips which were covered by his parka, and mumbled, "Lucky for him they're covered up".
His driver said, "You asked for that, Sir"
"Dixie", "'S'pose I did".
I endeared myself to "Dixie" because I asked him if I could have some instruction on the Vickers guns just in case I was in the position where the gunners got knocked out and I had to fire the gun.
He readily agreed and used to ask for me to be his wireless op; we were usually sent to operate the Battalion net sets as required, MGs was a good one as they always had transport.
This lasted till I became Battalion Indoor Linesman, and that cushy job ended when I was assigned as Company Sig to 'D' Coy, a job that entailed being the wireless op to battalion, maintaining the coy's internal telephone lines, looking after the electrics (fortunately only 110 volt !!) and instructing the company in the use of the platoon wireless sets.
Those were good days.
