Chapter Fourteen
Jack grinned as he heard the familiar roar. “Didn’t you hear the reveille? You lazy sods! You sons of diseased hoors! By Queen Vicky’s holy drawers, the sun’s burning holes in your blankets. Rouse, you unwashed frequenters of the casual ward, you gutter rats and street Arabs. Bless my eyes if I have ever seen a lazier selection of scoundrels and sweepings!”
Sergeant Deblin was in fine form this morning.
Jack breathed deeply of the early morning air before walking through the ranked white tents of the 113th. He listened to the men’s comments, dismissed the grumbles as ordinary soldiers’ fare and gauged the regiment’s morale. They seemed happy and eager to meet the Afghans.
Watch out, Yakub, Khan, the Kabul-Kandahar Field Force is coming for you.
After breakfast and the
