He felt fit and happy. The air was just cold enough to be fresh. He snuggled into his field jacket and thought pleasurable thoughts about Allison. ‘She likes me,’ he decided. ‘Oooh! I’d like to get her alone somewhere! What a pity...’ But he knew he wasn’t in love with Allison. ‘She would be nice though,’ he thought, smiling again. “What are you grinning at CSM?” Capt Conkey asked. He had his torch on, checking his notebook. “Oh. Nothing sir,” Graham replied with a guilty start. “Nothing eh? She must be nice.” Graham laughed. “She is. I think.” “I’m glad you only think. Hello, who is this?” Two figures came thudding down the road. It was Sgt Crane and Cpl Bax, acting as ‘enemy runners’. Capt Conkey told them to sit and wait. “OK Sgt Bronsky, you and Cpl Parnell get going.” “Yes sir.” Peter stepped forward. He and Parnell were to represent two ‘Walking Wounded’ on their way back to the Aid Post. Peter did not want to be alone with Parnell but said nothing.
