cockyloki:

CAPTAIN NICHOLLS is in the square inspecting Joey, knowledgably. He is a handsome, attractive, modest, upper
class man. Dad stands beside him. He checks Joey's teeth, his
feet and finally, looks him straight in the eye.


A machine gun. No, a line of machine guns - at least twenty
guns, sandbagged apart - the logical, new, modern defence of
a garrison. In an instant, the fleeing Germans have manned
the guns. All now firing.

Nicholls watches helplessly as one of the barrels swings
towards him. His face goes slack as he realizes he is about
to die.[]

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