“Especially there.”
“So your summons before I hit you.”
“I am to be awarded the DSO for doing my job at Arnhem.”
“Well that is bloody fantastic Jones! That we must celebrate.”
“And there is something else.”
“Oh that was the good news? What’s the bad?”
“You are not getting shot of me in a hurry.”
Frenchie stopped running. Serious she asked. “What do you mean Harry?”
“My presence has been requested on your team. And I have accepted.”
“Are you bloody mad?”
“Probably.”
“It’s a f*****g death sentence Harry. It’s like the Roman arena. For those of us about to die and all that s**t. Do you want to die?”
“Maybe it’s the last line in my biography.”
“I hope you are as f*****g good as you have been bragging.”
“Who asked for you?”
“Your namesake pa.”
“George.” She looked up at the clou
