bully beef


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beef cured or pickled in brine

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In Unconditional Surrender, after his wife Virginia is killed, Guy gives a mass intention to a priest along with "a tin of bully beef and some bars of chocolate" (Trilogy 668).
Suffice it to say that this scale of rations was vastly more varied than the bully beef and dog bikkies of myth and legend.
After qualifying in 1939, he joined the army and it was while serving in Algiers he swiped a tin of bully beef which should have been returned to the stores.
They can touch the uniforms and artifacts and even eat food of the era as we'll be cooking up Bully Beef for people to try
Or the 1st Battalion of the Duke of Wellington's regiment who marched and fought 25 miles a day also on the way back to Dunkirk, living on half a tin of bully beef "per man, per day, per-haps" as they put it.
AHOY THERE: Sailing explorer Sir Robin Knox-Johnston and chef Paul Askew serve up their bully beef as crews prepare for tomorrow's race start Pictures: EDDIE BARFORD; MY NEW HOME: Clipper crew member Sharon Chong settles in to her bunk on board the yacht
Race organiser Sir Robin Knox-Johnston and chef Paul Askew serve up spiced bully beef for crew members Picture: EDDIE BARFORD
The young Lieutenant Bradford asked for spare bully beef and money and permission to fall out of the ranks.
The 24 men will sleep in mud-filled dug-outs and eat bully beef and oatmeal biscuits - the soldiers' staple diet in the 1914-18 war.
Other rations included bully beef and even Marmite.
Somebody started yelling at me and wanted to know if I was the sergeant that gave him bully beef in Tilburg.
THE TRENCH In the dark and gloom of my trench There's a rotten, stinking stench, It's a very horrid smell That makes you feel unwell It clings to you all day And doesn't seem to go away, It's the smell of the men who are dead With all their blood that is shed We wait all day for the attack In trenches covered with rats, We fight against the Hun But never give up and run, We keep our spirits high Because we don't want to say goodbye The food is awfully bland And there is never enough to share around, I would love something nice to eat Instead of daily bully beef This could be the last time I write As my future may not be as bright, This could be my final day But I know it will pay.