“Yes sir.”
For some reason, the General wasn't assigned a regular army vehicle but what the bureaucracy thought would be the next best thing, a converted ambulance painted in camouflage colours. As motor vehicles went, it had been properly maintained but looked incongruous.
“It'll do,” said the General. “I understand Goldman, that you're also a mechanic.”
“Yes sir.”
“Well, that may be useful.”
I felt fine until I got in behind the wheel. Then the memories of the day the Nazis broke the non-aggression pact came flooding back. In my mind, I saw the distant figures of my sister, her child and husband walking down the road away from me. The sun had been very bright that day, flashing off the pitted surface. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my arms stiff. I blinked the sun away.
“Som
