It had been Morrison’s idea to set up the “Inkspots Self-preservation Society” to give it its full title. The name came from an old record they found in the Sergeants’ Mess storeroom and the Hermann [more…]
Andy Bowson headed over to St Thomas’. He wasn’t needed for a while and could be spared while the chiefs tried to talk some sense into higher authority. So why so low now after the [more…]
Portius stepped over the threshold of The Iron Duke, his village pub. Scanning the gentle hubbub of the pub he saw Dave and Quentin in the corner with their girlfriends and waved cheerily. Dave was [more…]
The Puma flared into the base at Al Amarah and four passengers were waiting. It was the same four that the crew had dropped off on the outskirts of the city, less than forty-eight hours [more…]
Four hours later, two drone launched Hellfire missiles entered the upper stories of the house, at the same time shoulder launched anti-tank missiles blew in the front and rear doors and several windows. The Apache [more…]
Brother Peran, he seemed to prefer to be called that rather than Father, saying he was still a scholar-monk at heart, was at the door beaming, holding forth an envelope, hand written, made out to [more…]
The four “Pinkies” were stretched out in finger-four formation, like a Schwarm of German fighter aircraft. With this formation, corresponding to the tips of four fingers of the left hand, the Land Rovers could provide [more…]
Their mobile command centre was off to one side of the long drive up to the main house, out of sight of both house and road. Intermittent staccato bursts of gunfire, mainly from the house [more…]
No point going back to the office, I’ll head off to see him. Helena opened the lobby door and entered, followed by Sam, closing it behind him; a large bunch of narcissi was sitting there [more…]
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