McGavin refused to think his day so far had been a complete waste of time, though thanks to nearly a year marching about in a British uniform he was feeling relatively fresh. At home, he would never have walked this much; in fact, he’d been issued a driver for the last few years of his career with the Yard.
A few questions had revealed the units most concerned about the crucifixion story, but of these only two had been taking their turn along the trenches at the apparent time of the incident—the rest were out of the line for a rest rotation or other reasons, so could not have seen the crucified soldier. Still, McGavin had begun questioning the units who had been at the front, and what followed was hour after hour filled with rumour and innuendo.
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