" My name's not Jerry,” he grumbled, raising his head.
“I know, but it's the only way I can get your attention, kid.”
“What did you want?” Japhet muttered.
“I said, do you have a girl?”
Japhet squinted at him and rubbed his nose.
“A girl?” he asked.
“Yeah. You do know what a girl is, don't you? Female version of the male? Whole lot prettier. Sweet temperament. Heard they're great for marrying. Thought a handsome, half starved and nearly dead Jew like you would have one of those by now. "

― Jack Lewis Baillot , Brothers-in-Arms: A World War II Story