@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 6A plan was formulated to enable the raiding force to make a landing. ‘Heard what they’re calling us, sir?’ Amos asked Hockold the next morning. ‘The Cut-Price Commandos. Somebody coined it last evening and it’s spread like wildfire. I think they like it. A bit like the Eighth Army calling itself the Desert Rats.’Hockold wasn’t so sure that self-disparagement was a good idea, because it seemed important that their approach should be one of utter self-confidence. Not that he felt utterly self-confident himself; most of the night he’d tossed and turned on his blankets after starting awake again with his dream about dying. There was no reason for it. He didn’t feel ill - nothing more than an enormous tiredness that had been growing on him for some time - but he was becoming quite certain that he was going to be killed at Qaba and his chief worry was that, with all the difficulties they were facing, too many of his command would be killed with him.By this time, the enterprise was gaining momentum.
