Question Of Honour_ A Harry Royle Thriller, A - PR Hilton.epub

Chapter 1
 
Guards Depot, Pirbright, Surrey
October 1938
 
Harry Royle raised himself up from the wet mud on his elbows and barked a staccato order to his men.
"Keep going lads and try not to fall on your arses."
Like me, he added in his mind. None of the young men around him so much as smiled at the prone sergeant in the mud. Harry stood and brushed himself down. Royle stood six foot two and was of a wiry build. He had finely chiselled features that were just this side of gaunt. His eyes were blue-grey. He had big hands that were as strong as his shoulders were straight. Here was a man, his demeanour honed on the regimental parade grounds of the Coldstream Guards.