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Authors: Margaret James

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‘Now, let’s get one thing understood. Do right by me, girls, and I’ll do right by you. You’ll find I’m firm, but fair.’

She smiled down at Cassie. ‘Corporal, you don’t look big enough to drive a three-ton truck. But right now I need a girl to run my special errands, and I think you’d be ideal for me.’

Chapter Ten

 

The major told her sergeant to carry on, then left.

‘Looks like she means to have you, Corporal Taylor,’ said the sergeant, grinning. She told the new girls she’d been with the unit from the start, and so she knew the major very well.

‘Our Annie Sheringham,’ she added, ‘she’s always had a fancy for skinny little blondes. You mark my words, my girl. She’ll be in your knickers before you know what’s hit you.’

Cassie shuddered. Since she’d joined the army, she had realised some girls liked other girls. Good luck to them, she’d thought, it takes all sorts.

But she herself had never had the come-on from a woman, let alone an officer, and that would be one order she would definitely have to disobey.

Then she would be court-martialled.

Then she’d be on the next ship back to Blighty.

Well, she told herself, that would please my granny, anyway.

The new girls had three days to settle down, to get their land legs back, to look round Alexandria, and to get used to the heat.

Anxious to avoid the major, Cassie joined in all the expeditions to the souks, she went to see the harbour, she walked along the promenades, she visited the catacombs, the churches and the mosques, and she went to see the Roman ruins.

But her delight in this new, fascinating foreign place was tainted by the dread of getting a sudden summons from the major to come and run a special errand – whatever that might mean.

‘Sergeant Payne was kidding you, you gormless Brummie clot,’ said Jane MacFarlane, the red-haired, grey-eyed Scottish girl who had been so healthy on the boat. ‘God, don’t you know anything?’

Jane knew flipping everything, thought Cassie. She had settled down in Alexandria straight away. She had lived in Egypt as a child, she had informed the rest of them, when Daddy was in the diplomatic service. She’d noticed Cassie pussy-footing around and looking nervous, and finally she’d managed to get her to admit what she was worrying about.

‘The major’s got a girlfriend,’ Jane continued, laughing. ‘A horse-faced, black-haired woman from the shires. I saw her yesterday. She was in Annie’s office. Cass, she’s got a bosom like a bolster, and she looks like she could play at Twickenham. So, if Annie fancies toff brunettes with thighs like rugby centre-forwards, she’s hardly going tae take a shine to undernourished little blondes like you.’

Cassie was relieved, but – undernourished little blonde, the nerve of it!

She ached to smack the snooty Miss MacFarlane – or pull rank and put her on a charge for insolence. She couldn’t wait for training to begin.

She’d show the lot of them.

Rolling down her mosquito net that evening, she noticed Jane MacFarlane whispering to another girl, and heard them both start giggling.

She thought, just let them wait.

She lay down on her stomach and began to write a letter to Robert, telling him all about the voyage from England, and saying she was very glad to be on land again.

She’d already written once, a short and dashed-off note to say she’d got there in one piece, but now she wrote and wrote, pages and pages, pouring out her heart to him.

Robert wondered when the post would come, and if there’d be a letter from Cassie soon. Steve had written to tell him she’d applied for service overseas, and Robert found he didn’t like the thought of that at all.

‘She seemed very keen to get away,’ Stephen had said. ‘I think she’s either planning to track you down, or to sort out Rommel all by her little self.’

Robert didn’t appreciate his brother’s flippancy. Cassie on a troopship was a horrifying thought. The Mediterranean was so bloody dangerous for shipping. If the Italian air force didn’t get you, the chances were the German navy would. Also, why was Steve so well-informed? Why hadn’t Cassie written to him herself?

Letters go astray, he told himself – you know they do.

But Stephen had liked Cassie from the start, from the first day she’d arrived in Melbury, and Cassie obviously liked Stephen, too. Stephen was in England, where Cassie was – presumably – at least for the time being?

He wished he could get that stupid dream out of his head.

When he finally got a letter saying she was in Alexandria, it was very short and to the point, merely telling him she’d arrived there safely, where she would be living, and adding she would be writing soon to tell him all about it.

He waited for more letters anxiously, and they arrived – from Frances, Stephen and his mother. But Cassie didn’t write to him again.

At six o’clock the following morning, the new girls were paraded for the major, then kitted out in short-sleeved khaki overalls, which did less than nothing for their figures.

Then they were piled into an army truck and driven into the desert, a chilly, bleak and barren emptiness that made them shudder, and wonder why they’d volunteered for service overseas.

‘You’ll all be trained to drive a breakdown lorry,’ their instructor told them, as she looked her shivering, nervous charges up and down. ‘Vehicles have lots of accidents, they get blown up, or else they just conk out, and it’ll be your job to go and find them, then bring them home again.

‘You’ll be delivering them, too – moving jeeps and lorries and other kinds of transport all around the Middle East. So, first of all, you’ll need to get your bearings. You’ll need to get used to living in the desert. I’ll teach you some survival skills today.’

People
lived
in the desert? As she gazed across the almost featureless wastes of grey-brown sand, Cassie thought she’d never find her way around this howling wilderness.

The maps the girls were given all looked useless. They seemed to bear no relation to the landscape, which was made up of rocks and scrub and endless drifts of sand. This sand got whipped up by the wind to end up in your eyes, your ears, your clothes, your food, your hair. But somehow, everyone survived that first, long, tiring day.

‘God, it’s getting bloody cold,’ said one girl, as they put their tents up for their first night in the desert. ‘I thought it was always hot in Egypt.’

‘So did I,’ another girl said, shaking out her groundsheet – they’d been told to do this all the time, in case of scorpions and other things that bit. ‘In all the pictures in my Bible, it looks boiling, with everyone in long white robes or little pleated skirts.’

‘They got it wrong,’ said Cassie, and she shivered. She glanced at Jane MacFarlane, who was getting in a tangle with her guy ropes. ‘But I dare say Miss Know-It-All MacFarlane could enlighten us? Jane, why is it so hot here in the daytime, and why is it so flipping cold at night?’

But Jane did not enlighten them. ‘I didnae think that we’d be doing stuff like this,’ she muttered, as she shook the sand out of her hair. Although she hadn’t been sick on the boat, reflected Cassie, now she was looking very sick indeed.

‘I volunteered for motor maintenance duties,’ she continued, anxiously. ‘I’ve no sense of direction. I cannae find my way to my own bed on a dark night. How am I going tae find my way round here?’

Cassie knew real panic when she saw it. ‘They said in Alex that we always drive in convoys,’ she told Jane. ‘So you just make sure you’re not the last one in the convoy – that’s all you have to do. If you follow me, and I get lost, at least we’ll both be lost together.’

‘MacFarlane, Corporal Taylor?’ Sergeant Payne glowered angrily at Cassie. ‘Taylor, you should be putting up your tent, not gossiping. You’re an NCO. God alone knows why, but you could
try
to set a good example to the other girls.’

It took a while to get her bearings, but Cassie soon began to memorise the features of the rough terrain. She noticed little differences in similar piles of rocks. She could find the roads, even when obscured by wind-blown sand. She found that she could reproduce the landscape on a map inside her head.

On night patrols, she couldn’t help but notice all the different constellations. She’d heard of wise men following stars, of course, but hadn’t supposed that it was really possible to steer yourself by pinpricks in the sky.

You couldn’t see stars in Smethwick, anyway. There was too much smoke from all the factories and other industries. But, out here in desert, the night sky was crystal clear, and studded with little clusters of friendly, glowing lights. She knew they would always lead her home.

She passed the various tests of skill with ease. She mastered driving all the different vehicles used in deserts. She learned how to deal with all the usual things which could cause breakdowns, and how to hitch a conked-out vehicle to her breakdown lorry, then drive it back to base.

She was soon leading convoys, taking jeeps to Cairo, and bringing lorries from Port Said.

‘I’ve never met a girl like you,’ one of the male sergeants at a transport depot told her, grinning. ‘You women, you don’t usually have a good sense of direction. But
you
seem to find your way around.’

‘I’m a freak,’ said Cassie, grinning back.

‘You’d need to be, to want to come out here, then drive all round the bloody Western Desert, when you could be tucked up in your bed in dear old Blighty.’

But Cassie liked the desert. She grew to like the major, too. The CO stuck up for her girls and, even though she worked them hard, she saw to it they got their rest, as well.

Major Sheringham always noticed when a girl was sick, depressed, upset or merely lonely, and got her sent back home, transferred or, if it was necessary, discharged.

She was kind to Cassie, but in a motherly sort of way. Soon it became important to Cassie she should please the major. So, far from dreading being in the major’s company, Cassie enjoyed her running errand days, when she could wear a clean, smart uniform, not those awful khaki dungarees, and when she could drive the major and her own superiors all round Alexandria in a big black Humber staff car.

When the troopships and supply ships came, bringing letters and presents from Britain, everyone in the unit got excited. But Cassie’s post was mostly rather dull. It was made up of yet more holy medals and more prayer cards from her granny, reminders to stay pure from Father Riley, gossipy little notes from Frances, and the occasional letter from Stephen Denham.

The sight of Stephen’s writing made her feel uneasy, although she didn’t know why. She was fond of him, she wished him well, but – oh, she didn’t understand it, she didn’t know what to make of Stephen.

She hadn’t heard from Rob for several weeks. But she tried not to worry. She told herself that things were going well along the coast. The Germans were hanging on and hanging on, but soon they’d be defeated – everybody said so.

Field Marshal Rommel, whom the soldiers called the Desert Fox, was on the run.

If Robert had been hurt or worse, somebody back in England would have surely written to let her know? Meanwhile, she kept the faith and wrote a letter almost every day, telling him what she was doing and saying she hoped they would be able to meet in Alexandria some time soon.

Then, at the beginning of June, when she was almost ready to despair, she finally heard from him.

‘I have some leave,’ wrote Robert on a Forces postcard. ‘So I’m hoping to get a lift to Alex and to see you on the seventeenth.’

‘I never thought you’d make it,’ Cassie told him, gazing up at Robert in delight.

Jane MacFarlane had opened the front door to him, and she’d called to Cassie with a giggle in her voice that there was some man here who was asking for a Corporal Taylor. Cassie had assumed it was the major’s runner with instructions for the following day. But it was not the runner – it was him.

Robert was standing in the hallway of the white-washed villa, his tall shadow blocking out the sun, but she still couldn’t believe he might be real. She was afraid that if she touched him, he would vanish in a puff of smoke.

On the day he’d told her he hoped to be in Alex, she’d been driving Major Sheringham all around the town. After she’d put the car to bed, she’d hurried back to the villa, had a bath and washed her hair, then got another girl to trim and set it.

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