Chapter Twenty-Nine
With the sky darkening as night approached, moving through the unknown trenches had become hazardous to the shins and ankles, and not for the first time Ash considered turning around and heading back to his own quarters. It had taken the Australian only a few minutes to discover where Wolk, in his disguise as a runner, had gone when he visited the Highlanders’ HQ. He was starting to enjoy the power the MP armband carried. Even senior officers seemed to get a little nervous, and a hell of a lot more polite, when an MP was in their midst.
The section of the trenches the Mountie had been sent to was closer than if he turned around, so Ash decided to continue on. The early night sky was clear and, though not exactly warm, the usual cold that made life so miserable along t
