Chapter Eleven
As it happened the morning was taken by the implementation of Frenchie’s target range ideas. So on parade at nine, Captain Jones began putting the women through the trials of unarmed combat and self-defence. All were proficient through basic training or actual conflict. Eventually at lunchtime Frenchie finally appeared.
“I have been busy,” she proudly announced. “You British are generously helpful. We have pop ups on the range operated by a man in a bunker. Namely Charlie Appleton. And yes you were right, they do appreciate a bit of tit. I had to prise Charlie’s nose out of my cleavage.
I had a chat with Major David Nicholls, and he will be issuing a number of rifles for us to try.”
“Reckon they will ween you off that Mauser then?”
“When hell freezes over maybe.”
“How
