Part 1 of Essay
What n' tarnation is this? We have t' fit the hull damned rebel army? Damn, look at that thar army. Looks lik a buncha grey fittin' wombats from hell made o' steel! By ginger, them grey's is a chargin' fast! An' ar lieutenant wants us tuh fight them? We just fought a lil' bit ago. That lieutenant's a over der smack ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... commin' fastur n' fastur. I'm a thinkin' it's gonna be a low hour if I don't get a runnin' soon here. It's uh time t' drop meh rifle and m'hat... Sweet Jesus I'm a commin' to Isreeil'! Heh heh... And look it deh lieutenant now. He's a runnin' like the sky's a fallin'. Damn neer busted his shoulduhr tryin' to run. Them grey wombats are gonna womp on all dem soldr's behint me so I'ze a better get a move on. Lucky I ain't back wit dem. Thar's shells all 'round me, whistling lik' a dixy, each a wonti ....