Chapter Thirty
Corporal Keogh snuggled deeper into the little hovel he had dug for himself earlier in the day. Though useless against a rainy night, the alcove kept the wind out and the night’s falling dew off his blankets. In a world of wet and cold, these excavations offered a brief escape from the misery.
After waking up and listening quietly to the Australian MP arrive, then go over the top as per instructions, he had managed to get back to sleep. It felt like only another minute had passed before Wilkes woke him again and presented him with another MP—this one was English.
‘Come on, Corporal, I’m not really sure what to do here.’
Keogh cracked open a single eye and stared at the grimy face before him. The overwhelming stench of tobacco wafted from Wilkes’s breath.
‘Following orde
