Spaghetti knelt down besides his
cousin, pale-faced and sweating but still conscious. Checking the rough
tourniquet on his leg, he called to Missionary and the two men carried the
wounded cousin in a fireman’s hold to the army huts behind Luton Hoo. An army
doctor cleaned and bandaged the leg before a camouflaged ambulance,
bell clanging, took the patient to the new hospital on Dunstable Road.
“Alright lads, you’ve done
well. Let’s be on our way and leave someone else to clean up the mess. See you
in the Engine for a good breakfast,” Sowerbutt grinned.
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