‘At least it’ll be a soft landing when we take cover, but knowing my luck I’ll smash my head on one of those fallen tree trunks,’ Lofty said as he passed the binoculars back.
A runner dropped beside John. ‘The CO says the start time has been put back.’
‘Seeing we were meant to go in at 0400, we’d managed to work that out for ourselves,’ John said. ‘What the new time?’
A flash of irritation crossed the runner’s face. ‘The first wave sets off at 0515 hours, sir. You’re to follow as the second wave ten minutes later. The artillery will lift at the same time you start. He wants all company commanders for a briefing at the HQ in five minutes.’
‘So we go in at 0525. Is that all?’ The runner nodded and John said, ‘That’s a bastard, it’ll be fully light.’
He checked his watch. ‘You heard that
