7The Somme, Monday, 10 July 1916
Adam followed Clive towards the mess hut, thinking of the devastation the mines had caused. Somehow it seemed underhand, but he remembered Sergeant Crawford saying that Fritz was doing the same and his sympathy died.
‘You looked pretty cool during that fracas,’ Clive said as they entered the hut. ‘And your first time too. We could do with more people with that sort of nerve. How would you like to transfer to the Royal Flying Corps on a permanent basis? They’ve just asked for more volunteers and I’m told they’ve abandoned the requirement for a ticket.’
‘What’s a ticket?’
‘A civilian pilot’s licence, issued by the Federation Aeronautique Internationale. It restricted recruiting, and the instructors didn’t take any notice of it anyway. Would you like me to
