SATURDAY RIDE 7

A couple more, and I can't find a bombadier in my ancient dictionary (which being from the 30's is sometimes better about such things); it also doesn't mention bombardiers in relation to military police - only as an officer in the British artillery.

56. As Sgt. Green and I took our places in the Land Rover, Johnson pressed the started and we moved off on our way to Regimental Police headquarters. From my seat in the back I turned and waved to my friend - should this be friends?; but the festive mood of fifteen minutes before had disappeared and my wave was answered by a few half-hearted hand movements.

57. Johnson parked the car on the macadam in front of the police building; the three of us entered, with Green leading the way and Johnson behind me, bringing up the rear. I looked around the - to? re-acquaint myself with the layout, which I hadn't seen for nearly six months.