Coming HomeChapter 2 Enemy Territory
Exactly one very busy week after my initial recruitment, found us bobbing about in a rubber dinghy off the French coast. It was a cold damp and slightly foggy miserable night, with an uncomfortable channel swell. As we sat their my hands and body cold and damp, my doubts increased as to whether we would be found by our contact; and whether I had been a fool for taking such a stupid mission. We huddled together for warmth, and Anne-Marie must have guessed how I was feeling as she whispered to...