“Not now Mam, I had a rough night.”
“What? Ow!” Scarlet DuBois was surfacing from under the freezer.
“Jump to it you two,” said Kiki as she retrieved her Bren from a heap of burst cornet cartons, “We’re missing all the action.”
“The van’s very buckled, isn’t the door jammed?” asked Kitty.
“Might well be, where ever it is. Flew off somewhere up the hill. We can get out, but keep your heads down.”
Outside the battle was at its height, the air thick with smoke and a cacophony of percussions, cries, whinnies and faltering mariachi filling their ears.
“Come on. We’re going to take out that eighty-eight.”
“Really?” They crawled on their bellies, snake like and unnoticed towards the far gun emplacement where a Krupp 8.8-cm Flugzeugabwehrkanone was pounding shell after shell into Aunty Stella’s cavalry. The Chat gun crew…
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