of us was a bombed-out house. The rubble had been cleared long ago, but the scorched bricks were still there, stacked up neatly, smelling of smoky char. Blake didnât pick up on Kazâs little joke, which was probably best for his nerves.
Norfolk House was bustling, senior officers of every Allied nation and service scurrying through the halls, while enlisted men and women in a variety of uniforms carried stacks of papers and trays of coffee, dodging the flow of brass in the marble hallways. Big Mike went to drop the film off at the photographic unit as we took the stairs to the narrow warren of offices on the third floor.
âHave a seat,â I said to Blake as I settled into a chair in our cramped office. It was a homey place if you had a thing for filing cabinets, maps, and the sight of a sooty brick wall through the single window.
âCan I go back to the hotel now?â Blake asked, leaning against my desk, disdaining the chair. âMy arm hurts.â
âBig Mike will take you to the infirmary when he gets back. Youâll get your bandage changed, and then heâll show you where youâre going to work.â
âWork? I thought I was a witness or something. Donât I need protection?â
âYou donât need to stay at the Dorchester to be protected,â I said. âGeneral Eisenhower comes by here regularly, and heâs protected just fine.â
âBut you said Iâd get shipped off to Naples,â Blake said, pouting like a two-year-old. âWhenâs that happening?â
âWhen I say so,â Colonel Harding barked from the doorway. âAssuming you cooperate.â
âYes, sir,â Blake said, smart enough to stand up straight and deliver the expected response.
âBoyle, Kazimierz, my office in five minutes. If Big Mike isnât back, get an MP to sit on him,â Harding said, crooking his thumb in Blakeâs direction as he left.
âI donât like officers much,â Blake said in a near whisper as soon as he was sure Harding was out of earshot. âNot counting you, Lieutenant,â he told Kaz.
âI am delighted to be in your good graces,â Kaz said as Big Mike squeezed into the crowded office.
âTheyâll have the photographs in an hour,â he said. âCome on, kid, letâs get your bandage changed.â Blake followed, more docile now that heâd had a taste of Harding. The colonel often had that effect.
âWhat do you think Colonel Harding has in mind?â Kaz asked as he leafed through a stack of papers in his inbox.
âI donât know,â I said. I had a pretty good idea, but I didnât want to say it out loud. That way, there was still a chance it wouldnât come true. I changed the subject. âIt feels strange to be a private.â Without my captainâs bars, I felt naked and vulnerable, especially at Norfolk House, one of the bastions of SHAEF senior brass. I kind of agreed with Blake about officers, now that I wasnât one.
I knocked, and we entered Hardingâs office. Kaz and I sat and waited as Harding crushed out a smoldering Lucky Strike in an overflowing ashtray. He sighed, and with that single breath he betrayed the stress and worry that were constant companions to everyone at SHAEF involved in the invasion plans. Sleepless nights, heavy responsibilities, and unknown enemy intentions had left Harding ashen and pale, the only color in his face the greyish-blue bags under his eyes. He slapped a file closed with the flat of his hand.
âDesertions are on the rise,â Harding said, leaning forward and rubbing his red-rimmed eyes. âThe latest report came in today. We have enough deserters on the loose in England to form a full infantry division. And weâve lost enough goods to organized gangs to supply a couple more.â
âI did not know it was that many men,â Kaz said.
âToo damn many,â Harding growled.
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