A New Kind of War
“‘You look a bit rough, major,’ he observed, unkindly but accurately.
Fred looked up at the Brigadier. ‘Yes, sir—’ This, he thought, is where I came in, continued from the Eve of Scobiemas last February, when we last met: nothing much has changed since then, because I was looking pretty rough then — and I didn’t know what the hell was happening then either, come to think of it!
‘As a matter of fact, I feel a bit rough, too.’ He brought down his saluting hand, which had at least done its ...job more smartly than his legs had performed on the way from the car, one foot having gone to sleep to inflict agonizing pins-and-needles on him, while the muscles behind the opposite knee had contracted with some form of partial paralysis during the journey— Then the thought expanded: Rough I may be—but I never asked to be a rough major in this God-forsaken place! So you must want Major Frederick Fattorini—must need him—far more than Captain Frederick Fattorini ever wanted or needed (or even expected) to exchange three perfectly-respectable pips for this questionable crown— He found himself glancing down sideways at his shoulder-strap and rubbing his chin simultaneously.MoreLess
Fred looked up at the Brigadier. ‘Yes, sir—’ This, he thought, is where I came in, continued from the Eve of Scobiemas last February, when we last met: nothing much has changed since then, because I was looking pretty rough then — and I didn’t know what the hell was happening then either, come to think of it!
‘As a matter of fact, I feel a bit rough, too.’ He brought down his saluting hand, which had at least done its ...job more smartly than his legs had performed on the way from the car, one foot having gone to sleep to inflict agonizing pins-and-needles on him, while the muscles behind the opposite knee had contracted with some form of partial paralysis during the journey— Then the thought expanded: Rough I may be—but I never asked to be a rough major in this God-forsaken place! So you must want Major Frederick Fattorini—must need him—far more than Captain Frederick Fattorini ever wanted or needed (or even expected) to exchange three perfectly-respectable pips for this questionable crown— He found himself glancing down sideways at his shoulder-strap and rubbing his chin simultaneously.MoreLess
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