The Long Day's Dying (The WW2 Commando Missions #1)

by Alan White

We were four. Tom Cooper, Cliff, Robin Farquhar and me. We belonged, somewhat loosely, to Number Nine Commando Brigade, a group of bank clerks and bank robbers, strong men and weak, heroes and cowards, burglars, fire-raisers, bombers, poachers and just plain vagabonds. Our commanding officer, a noble Scot at birth, who’d inherited a title and a distillery together, should have been a pirate. He started the war a whisky tycoon; ended it a corpse of no intrinsic value.