“Captain,” she greeted taking the front seat. “Launch your ship sir.”
“This is going to cost you a few quid Frenchie.”
“What else would I do with it?”
“Buy yourself a party dress and dancing shoes?”
“I can’t dance. When girls of my age were learning to, I was shooting Nazis.”
“These days you just shake your assets.”
“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I would.”
The guard on the gates seemed reluctant to let the bus go until Lance Corporal Richards told him to open the bloody gates.
“It’s no charge for heroes,” she was told at the door. “If you really want to pay towards the Red Cross then make a donation.”
“Heroes?” Frenchie questioned.
“You just fought a war!” the vicar pointed out.
“Duty,” Frenchie fumbled with an answer.
“You are all honorary
