The rain held off for the first hour, the grey clouds breaking up to let a weak sun through from time to time, and some of the lads said it definitely felt a bit warmer, a hint of spring in the air. Then a fine drizzle started, and before long they were all wet through. After the second hour Captain Johnson gave the order to halt and fall out. The men moved onto the grass verge beside the road, slipping off their packs and sitting down to ease their feet. Alfie sat with Ernie and Cyril against a stone wall edging a field. At a nearby crossroads stood a small painted carving of Christ on the cross, his face in agony, his ribs showing through white skin, red blood running from his side. Alfie stared at it for a moment, then looked away. He’d seen such carvings before, on every road they’d marched along, and outside the village churches. Ernie had said it was a Catholic thing, and Alfie had never taken much notice, although he’d thought they seemed a bit morbid. But now the little figure reminded him of Cyril, and suddenly his mind was full of those awful images again, of blood and pain.
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