"It won't start. We tried the crank. I think the problem may be electrical. There's not much we can do out here without parts. Can we abandon it?"

Doyle played with his moustache.

"No better not leave it. Tow it behind one of the trucks. I'll let the Major know."

He let his clutch out and roared away in pursuit of Rushton.

The driver of the Jeep flicked the ignition off.

"There are some chains in the back of that truck," he said jerking his thumb at Johnny. Johnny looked at Alf, gobsmacked.

"Who the hell does he think he's talking to then?"

Alf, realising that this was the way these tough L.R.D.G men were used to talking to each other, merely clapped Johnny on the shoulder.

"Come on let's go get those chains."

"Who the hell does he think he is? I'm a sergeant now and he'd better remember it."

"I don't think he cares Johnny. It's the same with us isn't it? Remember those two who joined us from the tanks. Thought they were snooty and better than everyone else. Well no one took to them either did they? Hey? And just as well really when they both got killed by that mine. Nobody cared. Everyone just said 'Thank God! Any one but me!' Didn't they!"

"Yes I remember them. I didn't get to know them though, didn't want to."

"And now they're buried out here with just tin helmets marking their graves. Never to see home or their loved ones again. We buried them and we didn't even care. That's how these men feel. We are going to be given all the shit jobs here we can be sure of that. We'll have to do them well if we want to earn their trust. Fighting with them will only cause us trouble and remember Johnny, technically, they did save us from a certain death. If it wasn't for them we would still be trapped inside that wrecked aeroplane, straving and without water. So we owe them that much!"

Johnny half smiled.

"I suppose we do."

Alf grabbed hold of one of the large hooks attached to the rusty steel chains. He found he had to use all his strength to move them. They were as thick as his wrist. He put his left foot up on the tailgate of the truck for more leverage and gritted his teeth. Johnny grabbed the chain and began pulling as well.

"These are heavy," he said.

"Should do the trick."

They carried the chains over to the broken down Jeep. One end ended in a large hook. There was an eye at the front of the Jeep. Alf attached the hook and waited as one of the A.E.C trucks was reversed into position. Alf threaded the chain through the trucks tailgate and around the Jeeps front again and back to the truck with the other hook. There was some slack and Alf beckoned the driver of the A.E.C to move forward slowly to take it up. The chain links grated against each other as they were pulled tight. The Jeeps driver released his parking brake and the jeep rolled forward as the A.E.C pulled away.

"You'd better hurry unless you want to be left behind," the Jeeps driver said as he passed Alf and Johnny. They laughed as they ran to catch him. Alf jumped into the passenger seat as the two vehicles sped up and suddenly Johnny found himself having to sprint to keep up with them. Johnny reached out a hand and Alf grabbed it and pulled him up.

"If you want to travel first class mate you'd better get your finger out," the driver was laughing.

"Yeah thanks a lot mate!" Johnny said out of breath.

Alf smiled at Johnny.

"These S.A.S blokes are all right."

"You think so," Johnny wasn't at all impressed.

"He wouldn't have left you behind," Alf said looking at the driver. The driver looked over his shoulder at Johnny.

"Yes I would," he said.

Johnny just squinted at him. Then the driver broke into a grin.

"Name's Danny. Danny Boyle."

"Alfie Dennis. And that there's Johnny Larder."

Johnny nodded for what could pass as a greeting.

"You get those scars from your plane crash?

"You all know about that?" Alf was surprised.

"I heard a bit about it. Something about a stolen German aeroplane. You wanna tell me about it?"

Alf couldn't be bothered. He was tired of repeating the story.

"There's not really much to tell."

"Fair enough mate."

"I wouldn't mind learning a bit about what you do though."

Danny looked Alf up and down.

"It's all pretty boring stuff mate. Just making maps and logging stuff. Not really much to it."

Every half an hour Rushton would pull his Jeep over to allow the convoy to continue with Doyle in the lead. He would wait for the towing vehicles to catch up. The first time he did this he was surprised to see the two engineers in the Jeep. The Jeep was more comfortable than the truck which would certainly be warmer.

"We'll continue for another two hours," he said once they'd stopped and got out of the vehicles. He spread a map across the jeep's bonnet.

"Here," he said pointing to a location on the map "We will take a short rest. The others will no doubt arrive there long before you do."

He considered again the possibility of tipping the broken down Jeep over the side of the mountain. It would make life easier, but he could ill afford the loss.

"When you stop we'll try to get it started again."

"Yes sir," Alf said "I think it's fuel starvation. Can't be sure until we have the proper tools."

"Try it now," Rushton ordered.

Danny turned the engine over once again.

"Stop!" Rushton said "You'll wear the batteries down and if you keep turning it over we'll have to bleed it too. I'm going to go ahead and catch the convoy again. When you get to this fork herea." he again pointed to his map "a.I'll leave an empty ammunition can on the road we take. Not sure which one it will be but the can will be somewhere near the turn. There's been a fair bit of rain on the mountains lately so the higher road may not be accessible. Won't know 'til we get there."

"Understood sir."

"Is there anything you need Boyle?" Rushton asked looking into the back of the Jeep.

Boyle leaned over the back of his seat. They had plenty of water, some food, spare fuel, a spare wheel, spare chains, shovels, first aid kit.

"You seem to have everything you need," Rushton looked up at the Vickers 'K' machine gun mounted above the rear seats.

"When was that last serviced?"

"Um not today sir. I think it was yesterday."

"Might be a good idea to give it the once over just in case. You never know when you might need to use it."

"I'll do that sir," Alf volunteered.

"Very well. I'm really beginning to like you Lieutenant. You are proving yourself to be of some worth."

"Thank you sir."

Rushton climbed back into his Jeep and roared away.

"'Ere Alf was he being sarcastic?"

Alf watched the dust kicked up by the speeding Jeep.

"No I don't think so."

"Take it from me," Boyle said "The Major is the easiest man in the world to get on with but God help you if you ever upset him. Him and that guard dog of his sergeant Doyle."

When they got to the fork they could see the ammunition case on the lower road. It was now spitting with rain and Boyle guessed Rushton hadn't wanted to push his luck. Dry mountain roads could very easily become killer landslides, roads could be washed away in seconds burying everything in their path.

Alf looked up at the cloud covered peaks. It was much colder now and felt damp. He pulled his scarf up to cover his neck better and pulled the collar of his jacket as high as it would go over the scarf. Now it started to rain. The first cold drops stinging his face was a shock to the system. He wiped the water away.

"You might find some hats in the back somewhere," Boyle said.

Johnny instantly began the search.

"Under the sheet."

Johnny found a flat cap and an old hat that looked like a fedora and something that looked Australian. Boyle took the fedora, Johnny the Australian.

"Suits you," Alf said.

His hat was too big and after trying to keep it on twice and failing because of the wind he threw it back at Johnny.

"Do you want this one then Alf?

Alf shook his head.

"You keep it."

His short hair was wet in minutes. Boyle looked across at him and grinned. Alf just squinted back.

"You could always sit in the truck mate."

Alf thought about it. The truck was cold and uncomfortable. You got thrown about a lot inside it. The Jeep wasn't much better but the seats were more comfortable. The truck was at least dry inside. But then if he did sit inside it all he could do was look out at the Jeep following. He decided to stay where he was.

"I'll stay where I am."

"Suit yourself."

Alf glanced up again at the craggy slopes above them. Rocks jutted out here and there, sometimes hanging out over the road. Sometimes looking up he could see rocks and stones tumbling down and once he saw animals, goats or sheep he couldn't be sure. They were hundreds of feet up perched precariously above nothing. To fall would be certain death.

'Incredible animals'

Now it began to rain hard. The truck pulling the Jeep was getting slower and slower. The two vehicles limped in at the rendezvous point to join the others. They arrived to a great cheer.

"Glad you could make it Boyle."

"What took you so long?"

"My grandfather drives quicker than you."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah," Boyle said as his friends mocked him.

The three of them got out of their Jeep. Rushton was heading towards them.

"Oh here we go," Johnny said "You two men can get to work on that Jeep straight away. The others have all had a rest. But you two can get straight to work. No rest for youa."

"Johnny!"

"Yeah well he can kiss my arse."

"That's enough before he hears you."

"Well I'm getting tired of it Alf."

"I know but just be careful what you say out loud son."

"Still in one piece then I see," Rushton said looking the Jeep over.

"Yes sir. We were hoping to have a short break before taking a proper look at her."

"That's absolutely fine lieutenant. Wilkins and his team will be dealing with it."

Four men Alf and Johnny had not seen before set to work on the Jeep, undoing the chains, moving the truck. In no time the bonnet was up and the four of them were poking and prodding about.

"I've not noticed these men before sir," Alf said.

"No. They've been out for nearly two weeks. This was our rendezvous point. We're going to remain here for the rest of the afternoon. We'll be moving on tonight. There will be a full moon."