Karen von Krupp.
Jerry wondered how he had come to throw in with these three.
It’s getting dark, said Mo Collier. He climbed out of his seat and stretched, making the stick-bombs at his belt rattle. What about making camp?
Let’s wait until we reach the coast road, if it’s still there, said Bishop Beesley. He looked over his shoulder, straight into Jerry’s eyes. He smirked. Now what’s wrong with you? Can guilt be anything more than a literary conceit, Mr Cornelius? He uttered a suggestive chuckle. What truly evil person ever feels guilty? You might almost argue that evil-doing is an honest reaction against that sham we call ‘guilt’. Repentance is, of course, a rather different kettle of fish. He returned his attention to his steering.
Jerry considered shooting him and then seeing what happened to the half-track without a driver. The bishop was always transferring his own problems onto others and Jerry seemed his favourite target.
Speak for yourself, he said. I’ve never understood you, Bishop Beesley.
Mo sniffed. You sound as bored as me, colonel. I could do with some action, I don’t know about you.
It’s freezing. Karen von Krupp drew up the collar of her dirty sheepskin jacket. Could we have the tower closed now?
No, said Bishop Beesley. It would be suicide with our exhaust in the condition it is.
Karen von Krupp said sulkily: I’m not sure I believe you.
Anyway, it’s still quite warm. Shakey Mo was conciliatory. Chin up, Frau Doktor. He grinned to himself and began to move his machine gun about in its slit. Brrrrr. Brrrrr. We might just as well’ve come on bikes, the chances we’ve had to use these.
Portsmouth wasn’t enough for you, eh? said Karen von Krupp bitterly.
Mine was the only bloody gun working, Collier pointed out. I maintain my equipment. All the others jammed after a couple of bursts.
We were nearly killed, she said. She glanced accusingly at Jerry. I thought that Field Marshal Nye was a friend of yours.
Jerry shrugged. He’s got his duty to do just like me.
Law and Order freak, explained Collier, lighting a Players. Groovy. I wish we had some music.
An explosion rocked the car and the engine whined miserably.
Bloody hell! yelled Collier in relief. Mines!
LATE NEWS
A 14-year-old boy died after falling 60ft from the roof of a block of shops near his home in Liverpool on Saturday night. He was William Brown of Shamrock Road, Port Sunlight.
Guardian
, 29 December, 1969
A boy of 13 was remanded in custody until February 16 at Ormskirk, Lancashire, yesterday accused of the murder of Julie Mary Bradshaw, aged 10, of Skelmersdale. The girl’s body was found on Monday night in the loft of a house.
Guardian
, 11 February, 1969
A boy aged 12 found murdered on a golf course at Bristol yesterday was killed by four or five savage blows on the head it was said after a post mortem last night. The blows could have been made with a tree branch, said police. Martin Thorpe, of Rye Road, Fulton, had gone to Shirehampton golf course to search for golf balls.
Guardian
, 2 April, 1970
A schoolgirl was killed and five other children and three adults wounded when Arab guerillas fired Russian-made Katyusha rockets into the Northern Israeli town of Beison yesterday. Three of the rockets fell in the playground of the school. Two of the injured children were in a serious condition.
Guardian
, 2 April, 1970
Schoolboy Michael Kenan, aged 12, was drowned in a reservoir at Durford, near Chelmsford, Essex, yesterday while bird nesting with friends.
Daily Express
, 8 June, 1970
Police tightened security in Warsaw yesterday as a curfew was again clamped on the port of Szezecin, the scene of violent street fighting on Thursday … A Swedish radio reporter, Mr Anders Tunborg, said, “The tanks repeatedly charged the crowds who sprang out of the way to avoid being run down. A mother and her young daughter did not get out of the way in time and an onrushing tank hit them both. A young soldier
Jerry wondered how he had come to throw in with these three.
It’s getting dark, said Mo Collier. He climbed out of his seat and stretched, making the stick-bombs at his belt rattle. What about making camp?
Let’s wait until we reach the coast road, if it’s still there, said Bishop Beesley. He looked over his shoulder, straight into Jerry’s eyes. He smirked. Now what’s wrong with you? Can guilt be anything more than a literary conceit, Mr Cornelius? He uttered a suggestive chuckle. What truly evil person ever feels guilty? You might almost argue that evil-doing is an honest reaction against that sham we call ‘guilt’. Repentance is, of course, a rather different kettle of fish. He returned his attention to his steering.
Jerry considered shooting him and then seeing what happened to the half-track without a driver. The bishop was always transferring his own problems onto others and Jerry seemed his favourite target.
Speak for yourself, he said. I’ve never understood you, Bishop Beesley.
Mo sniffed. You sound as bored as me, colonel. I could do with some action, I don’t know about you.
It’s freezing. Karen von Krupp drew up the collar of her dirty sheepskin jacket. Could we have the tower closed now?
No, said Bishop Beesley. It would be suicide with our exhaust in the condition it is.
Karen von Krupp said sulkily: I’m not sure I believe you.
Anyway, it’s still quite warm. Shakey Mo was conciliatory. Chin up, Frau Doktor. He grinned to himself and began to move his machine gun about in its slit. Brrrrr. Brrrrr. We might just as well’ve come on bikes, the chances we’ve had to use these.
Portsmouth wasn’t enough for you, eh? said Karen von Krupp bitterly.
Mine was the only bloody gun working, Collier pointed out. I maintain my equipment. All the others jammed after a couple of bursts.
We were nearly killed, she said. She glanced accusingly at Jerry. I thought that Field Marshal Nye was a friend of yours.
Jerry shrugged. He’s got his duty to do just like me.
Law and Order freak, explained Collier, lighting a Players. Groovy. I wish we had some music.
An explosion rocked the car and the engine whined miserably.
Bloody hell! yelled Collier in relief. Mines!
LATE NEWS
A 14-year-old boy died after falling 60ft from the roof of a block of shops near his home in Liverpool on Saturday night. He was William Brown of Shamrock Road, Port Sunlight.
Guardian
, 29 December, 1969
A boy of 13 was remanded in custody until February 16 at Ormskirk, Lancashire, yesterday accused of the murder of Julie Mary Bradshaw, aged 10, of Skelmersdale. The girl’s body was found on Monday night in the loft of a house.
Guardian
, 11 February, 1969
A boy aged 12 found murdered on a golf course at Bristol yesterday was killed by four or five savage blows on the head it was said after a post mortem last night. The blows could have been made with a tree branch, said police. Martin Thorpe, of Rye Road, Fulton, had gone to Shirehampton golf course to search for golf balls.
Guardian
, 2 April, 1970
A schoolgirl was killed and five other children and three adults wounded when Arab guerillas fired Russian-made Katyusha rockets into the Northern Israeli town of Beison yesterday. Three of the rockets fell in the playground of the school. Two of the injured children were in a serious condition.
Guardian
, 2 April, 1970
Schoolboy Michael Kenan, aged 12, was drowned in a reservoir at Durford, near Chelmsford, Essex, yesterday while bird nesting with friends.
Daily Express
, 8 June, 1970
Police tightened security in Warsaw yesterday as a curfew was again clamped on the port of Szezecin, the scene of violent street fighting on Thursday … A Swedish radio reporter, Mr Anders Tunborg, said, “The tanks repeatedly charged the crowds who sprang out of the way to avoid being run down. A mother and her young daughter did not get out of the way in time and an onrushing tank hit them both. A young soldier
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