Chapter Thirty.
Vicky stood at the sink in the kitchen of her own house. Christmas was over for her, and the reality of being a mother with two sons in the secret military squadron was back in full play. She was having a rare moment of reflection, mixed with sorrow. Not only was Leon missing from her life, but she had also just waved her younger son off, going to who knows where to do God knows what. She had always accepted this life when she had met her beloved Tank, but it was a different kettle of fish not knowing the danger her sons were in for the sake of king and country. She let out a long and lamented sigh as she scrubbed a frying pan clean. Tank had offered to wash up, but her kitchen had always been her domain. It was her escape. When the boys were younger, she would rush to
