Chapter 7He’d not really registered Alf much on their first meeting. He and his pals had been on leave in Paris and ended up in some dive in Montmartre and bumped into a group of lads from a Warwickshire regiment. Adam had exchanged a few words with Alf but despite the pleasantries, he had been initially dismissive.
Adam had just seen the superficial aspects of his new acquaintance. A mere corporal to his rank of lieutenant. The unremarkable appearance, thick spectacles, quiet manner, and West Midlands accent, the fact he was a hands-on engineer by trade. Despite the smiling camaraderie within the group of soldiers, Adam had inwardly dismissed him as a lower-middle-class grammar-school boy with not much going for him.
Looking back at his callow younger self, this only proved that Mrs. Me
