"That last question is a good one, colonel," Jake shouted, half turning to look back at the colonel and grinning. "And I"ve got an idea that should give us that answer."
Jake came to a halt in front of where the sergeant"s tent once stood. Instead there was the blackened orb of burnt grass and one or two charred slivers of what once had been the tent"s frame still standing in the air. Also in the air was the strong aroma of raw petrol. It was a very strong odor. Strong enough to suggest that, if someone lit a match, the immediate area would again be engulfed in a violent conflagration. On either side of the blackened earth, the surrounding tents were severely charred from the blast. Still littering the ground were pieces of clothing once belonging to the sergeant. But Jake wasn"t interest
