MaquisChapter 19
South Buckinghamshire. September. It was the sound of music, music loud enough to overcome the sound of their own vehicle, that drew their attention. The four man patrol was bored and irritable. They had been on duty for nearly six hours, since seven that morning, patrolling an area of countryside that had a lot of tiny villages and hamlets, and even more roads that seemed narrower than their vehicle. Most of what they had seen so far was fields, trees, birds and the occasional cow or horse...