Chapter Fourteen
Blue ridges under the Captain’s eyes. His skin was stretched taut around the temples. Réviron wore a sheepskin above his leather jacket. The temperature that night had dropped to -15C. The sheepskins the troops had received at the beginning of winter were now infested with lice. The Captain’s attire included a woollen cap comforter which gave his face a narrow and long-drawn appearance. His M15 Adrian helmet lay beside him on a table that had been salvaged from a bombed farmhouse.
“I’ve had enough of this, Denis. I’ll send your Mole back with the next relief of men out of Varennes. The telephone line is back working and I got the message that we’ll be on leave ‘as quickly as possible’. Your patient will be the first one out. Let HQ deal with this.”
“I understand, Captai
