“No Captain. And call me Frenchie.”
“Basics then Frenchie.”
“I’m ready.”
“Not here. You would bruise that plump backside you like to promote. You don’t mind me treating you like one of the men I take it.”
“Not at all.”
He led her away from the parade ground to the assault course and then to a large muddy area mostly covered in water.
She stared at it aghast. “It’s a bloody lake. What is it aqualung training?”
He tossed her a bayonet, which she caught. “It’s simple you get wet and muddy and then you get your kit cleaned and dried before tomorrow.”
“Swimming lesson then?”
“For you.”
“And for you Captain.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think so Major.”
“Now let’s dance shall we. Try and stab me.”
Frenchie tossed the bayonet into the air and caught it with her right hand. Then she t
