The Home-Cumming
It had taken me nearly three days of sleeping and eating fresh food to get the feel of the desert out of my system and off my skin. Now I was heading for the open moors of the Northern Counties. My unit had debriefed me and I had, in my turn, debriefed a couple of the divorced women of the town to ease an itch that sleep and good food couldn’t ease. Money was no problem. I hadn’t been anywhere that I could spend any for eight months and that had been my third similar tour in three years. I could live like a prince during my leave, but I had other plans. It was mid-September, I had twenty-eight days of leave in which to re-acquaint myself with my home environment, and I wasn’t wasting …