Ducat, incensed that the CO had called his number again, complained bitterly on his way back from Taylor’s command post to anyone who would listen. “I was tired, I was fed up, and I was bloody mad,” he explained, and going out with six new men on a patrol did not seem fair. However, as he would realize later, the testy corporal had nobody to blame but himself for his present predicament, and that is what angered him the most. With the imminent threat of German counterattack looming, Ducat and his trigger-lipped confrere Smokey Lalonde sat in their slit, brewing up a much-needed spot of tea
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