Hi, this story continues on from my previous novel Mollys Torment. Its set two years after. I'm not sure where it is heading yet. Ive only wrote this chapter and the second chapter is just starting to come together. I like to think of it to being an alternative for series 2.
Thanks for reading hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1 Summer 2016
Captain Charles James is browsing over paperwork that he has recieved from his Major. Two replacements for two section. Smurf and Mollys. Replacements can be difficult to handle he should know. As a CO he can't let personal feelings get in the way.
Smurfs replacent was organised previously, an excellent soldier, training almost completed, slotted in nicely with two section but the cock womble injured himself playing football, broken leg. Molly had only recently transfered back to RAMC.
Charles would havd been replaced if he hadn't changed his mind. Months of soul searching and rehab. He was bored shit less on sick leave it didn't suit him being a civilian.
He runs his hand through his hair, a sign of his frustration. The day is starting to transform into night, he switches the lamp on, light now fills the room.
Private Andrew Wright, twenty four, two tours of Afghanistan, excellent soldier, his CO recommends him for promotion. Should be ideal for this tour.
Corpral Georgia Lane, twenty five, also two tours of Afghanistan, fantastic medic and overall great soldier. Hopefully a good replacement for Molly.
This tour to Central Africa had been on the cards for months. The unrest is like a pressure cooker ready to boil over. The platoon needs to be deployed and quick. Hopefully it wont turn into another Afghanistan. Too many lives have been devestated due to that conflict. The mission is a mission of peace, cannot and wont get involved in the conflict. The tour's brief is basically to assist the local communities repair and rebuild their lives and families. The dates had been sprung on him only last week, four more weeks to go before deployment.
The under fives have been training solidly for five months. They are currently on a two week break. The platoon is ready, they have to be.
The door opens and someone enters the room. A cup of tea is placed beside him. He never thoght he would grow to love tea. Stranger things have happened. "Thanks I needed that" he takes a sip " I never thought you would drink tea, you being a posh rupert an all" He looks up and smiles at his pregnant wife Molly.
Sorry it's only a short chapter, I don't know the protocol or the involvement for british troups in Central Africa. It is my version of events. I apologise in advance if it's not correct. I call it creativity. I will try and upload the next chapter in the next few days. Thanks for reading.