it. Other ranks like me did wear uniform, but for instance Dora got away with far more make-up than sheâd have been allowed in the proper army, and I wore my hair down a lot of the time. But not on the weekly parade, my goodness no. CSM Barnett would have exploded. He was an enormous man with a face like a ham and a ginger moustache which he could make bristle, the way a dog can make its hackles stand up, and heâd put his face six inches from yours and yell in a voice you could hear on the other side of the parade ground. He would yell at the officers, too. Thatâs how I found out about Beano having gone to Eton.
âAnd where were you at school, Mr Fish, sir!!?â
Mumble mumble.
âWell, youâre not at bleeding Eton now, sir! Youâre in His Majestyâs Armed Forces, sir!! And in His Majestyâs Armed Forces ⦠we ⦠stand ⦠up ⦠straight!!! SIR!!!â
The âsirâ was the most insulting part. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Beano making a huge effort and drawing himself up to six foot two. Iâll try him, I thought. He might know Gerry.
Dora wasnât at all keen on Beano. âHeâll make a mess of it,â she said. But in the end she agreed it was better for me to try with someone I wanted than with someone I didnât and she got her friend Sergeant Hattersley in Transport to fix things. Beano was due a forty-eight-hour pass, but there was a hitch and the pass wasnât ready so he didnât get away with the main transport and Sergeant Hattersley said heâd fix him a spare truck. At that point I turned up with my own forty-eight, and of course Iâd missed the transport too, so the obvious thing was for me to go in Beanoâs truck, only it was still in the workshop having something done to its engine. Sergeant Hattersley swore it would be along, and heâd drive it himselfâhe was having a lovely time, winking at me behind Beanoâs back and then keeping a straight face for Beanoâbut it didnât come and it didnât come until there was only one train left we could catch, and then it did at last, but it sounded pretty sick and half way to the station it conked out. Sergeant Hattersley just managed to get it to chug off the road into a by-lane beside a woodâIâd picked the place a couple of days beforeâand then he said heâd go and get another truck. He said heâd be about an hour, so we still ought to make the train.
It was a lovely May evening. We sat in the driverâs cab. I asked Beano if heâd known Gerry, and it turned out heâd been in College too, but in the election above, so he hadnât known him very well.
âBesides,â he said, âI was a maths specialist, and I was useless at games.â
It got dark. We found some other people we both knew to talk about. I yawned and said weâd obviously missed the last train and I was going to see if there was anything to sleep on in the back of the truck. Of course there was. Beano pretended he was happy to sleep in the cab, but he didnât need a lot of persuading that heâd be much more comfortable in the back.
The birds woke us before it was properly light, making the usual racket. I lay quiet, feeling extremely pleased with myself. Dora had been right about David being a first-timer, but wrong about him making a mess of it.
âDid that really happen?â he asked in a dreamy voice. âAnd if so, how?â
I hadnât realised he was awake. Iâd already decided I was going to tell him. I didnât want him falling in love or anything. He lay there, thinking about it. Then he laughed.
âBut why me?â he said.
âI heard CSM Barnett yelling at you for being at Eton,â I said. âSo I thought you might know Gerry. It was a sort of introduction, I suppose.â
He laughed again, differently.
âGood Lord,â he said. âWhoâd have