Free The Burning Sky by Jack Ludlow

might find himself turfed out by one of his own, regardless. You’ll stay to luncheon, of course. Be a bit basic, since my wife is away.’
    That proved to be an understatement: Amherst was not a hearty trencherman and he was the type to keep the wine bottle safely out of reach behind his back, so it was sparse fare and careful sipping for Cal Jardine as they talked about Hitler’s programme of rearmament, of the just-signed Anglo-German naval agreement – that had caused a rift between Britain and France – the woolliness of the League of Nations and the recent Stresa Conference, at which Mussolini had signed up to a limit on German expansion, to Amherst’s way of thinking only as a ploy to get his own way in the Horn of Africa.
    ‘He won’t keep his word, young Jardine, but in the hope of keeping the ice cream vendor on our side we will refuse any request from Ethiopia for either aid or arms, and so will our prickly French chums, not that they are in any state to intervene, anyway.’
    ‘Are we , sir?’
    ‘No, laddie! The army is in a shocking state and the ordnance is out of date. We have too many officers who are ill-equipped to fight the last war, never mind the next, tactical stupidity at the heart of everything they do.’
    Jardine had to nod at that: he had served with some real dunderheads and had dined with and been inspected by senior officers who made his regimental idiots look intelligent.
    ‘What got us the breakthroughs in the last show? Tanks. Have we got enough armoured vehicles, as well as of the right kind, and methods of employing them properly? God, no! Government won’t spend enough money on aircraft, so really and as usual, we only have the navy. They are notmuch use unless we tell Mussolini we will sail through the Suez Canal to the Red Sea and bombard Massawa. There’s no chance of that while the Italians have a full battle-ready division on the Libyan border ready to close the canal completely if we try.’
    ‘Germany?’
    ‘Determined on war since the Treaty of Versailles, and don’t be fooled that Hitler is the only one who wants it. His generals are just as eager and they have been planning it since they were forced to surrender. When it comes to grievances, he and they have a raft of them, given what we sliced off the sods. Half of Silesia, the Sudetenland and the blue touchpaper has to be Danzig and that damned piece of territorial stupidity called the Polish Corridor.’
    ‘You should hear the Germans on that, sir, they become incandescent.’
    ‘Can’t say I blame them. If we are not at war again by 1945 I will eat my hat. As the wise Roman said, “If you wish for peace prepare for war”, but no one in this land of ours is listening.’ That was expounded with passion, leading to a bout of coughing, until he spluttered. ‘Life is so much easier for dictators.’
    ‘You’re not suggesting we look for one, are you, sir?’
    That comment made the older man laugh with real gusto. ‘Only if it’s me, young Jardine, only if it’s me.’
     
    The stopover in London was only to pick up a suitcase, then it was off to Victoria for the boat train, a run through the verdant county of Kent to Dover, and a bit of a rough crossing that had Jardine staying away from thosepassengers who lacked sea legs. On the afterdeck he let the wind blow him about as he watched the disappearing white cliffs and recalled the first time he had done this, as an eighteen-year-old newly commissioned officer. His stomach had been less stable then, due to a combination of excitement and anxiety.
    Anxiety? To go to war, when so many had paid the ultimate sacrifice before you, was something that could not be avoided, and especially when the evidence of what was happening at the front abounded – the ever lengthening casualty lists, the badly wounded men in the streets, the black-clad widows or old men with funeral armbands. These concerns were reflected in his mother’s sad eyes the day he joined up, but