Daks

The usual stuff – sports jacket, a couple of pairs of daks, one brown and one grey, three pairs of socks, though I only had need for one sock in the meantime, two white shirts and a decent pair of shoes, though again, only one shoe being useful in my present predicament.

2008, Dave Sabben, The Scorpion Dance, Denny Neave, Soldiers' Tale: A Collection of True Stories from Aussie Soldiers, page 144, But the pain′s still there, so I begin to drop my daks to investigate the territory.

“Look, I'll pull the bloody leeches off you. Okay? They won't hurt you. They′s only trying to suck your bloody blood. Why waste a pair of clean dacks?”

They were still there the next morning, flapping in the breeze. Filthy, grease stained pair of daks. The crotch half rotted away.