"Well Windrush, you got him." Colonel Maxwell leaned back in his chair with the cheroot smoke coiling around his head and the Regimental and Queen"s Colours in their cases on either side of his desk.
"Yes, sir," Jack said.
Maxwell nodded. "I hear it was a private soldier who did the actual deed?"
"Yes, sir. Private Thorpe. He probably saved my life."
"There is talk of a new medal to be awarded for soldiers who have shown conspicuous gallantry," Maxwell said. "It is to be the equivalent of the French Legion d"Honneur and is to be awarded regardless of rank. I will put Private Thorpe"s name down for it. It would be good for the regiment to have one of our own rewarded in such a manner."
Jack nodded. He could only imagine the comments if Thorpe gained some medal. Once Coleman recovered f
