SEVEN
Little Inkermann
‘So where did you and your little gang get to today?’ Carmichael reproached Morgan.
Back in the company’s camp on the ridge, Morgan had been trying to explain to Colour-Sergeant McGucken why his carrying party had returned from Balaklava empty handed when Carmichael appeared. McGucken had understood, but the acting Company Commander wanted a proper explanation for this apparent dereliction, so Morgan had been led off to the gloomy interior of Carmichael’s tent out of earshot of the troops.
‘We were well on our way down towards the port when the firing started. The road was full of troops and guns and Russ was all over the place. So we went and joined in.’ Morgan was already guilty enough that he’d failed to bring back the mail and rum upon which the Company’s mor
