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Bill Fraser was uncomfortable.
He was tired.
His bones ached and his skin felt rubbed raw.
Worst of all, he had sand in places he didn’t even want to think about.
And yet as he bounced across the desert in the back of one of the groups trucks none of that really mattered for their mission had been a success.
He longed for a drink of water but with the violent way the truck was moving he daren’t unscrew the cap on his canteen – water was far too precious to spill all over himself.
It was as he was checking his watch that he heard it.
An engine.
A plane engine.
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What if they hadn't just lost Jock Lewes that day?
What if someone else had been wounded?
Series
- Part 1 of We Are All Scarred In One Way Or Another