"Look I says to 'is Lord high and mighty, I din't join the infantry to go digging 'oles all over the battlefield. And do ya know what ee says to me? Ee says - You'll be glad of all dese 'oles you've dug when one of dem walkers goes and sticks it's foot in one, won't ya?"
Look here, good sir! I find it highly improbable that an officer in Her Majesty's (God Bless Her!) Army would speak in such a deplorably low manner, even to a private soldier! Harumph!
Besides all that, ever since I invented the Greyson Patent Vibro-mine - another fine product from XCIV Laboratories - the giant walker has been a threat of the past. Why, merely stepping within a twenty yard radius of a Vibro-mine would spell certain doom for the offending leg, and then the walker topples. The walker topples over, and sets off another detonation, destroying the main portion with ease.
Holes indeed! Harumph!