Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 112 )
‘So who is at fault, our Generals?’ I asked, he had my interest. ‘Mainly! the Boers will be fighting on their home turf, and believe me when I say they will use their knowledge of the land to their advantage, it won’t be set piece battles they will fight a guerrilla war using hit and run tactics,’ stated the Major with some certainty.
‘It appears to me, that my skills may just be needed after all,’ I remarked. ‘Most definately Doctor, you can bet your life on it!’ replied the Major.
‘How long will it take you to put your house in order and be prepared to sail?’ queried the Major. ‘I would think around a week, I have already informed the Infirmary that I shall be leaving, but not when, I do not foresee it as a problem.’ I replied.
‘You will need uniforms’ he said, as he handed me a business card, ‘Visit this man tomorrow, tell him you want two tropical uniforms and mess dress, just in case some Regiment or other takes pity on you, tell him to send the bill to me c/o the War Office, they will be ready within the week.’
I was surprised at how quickly things were moving, The Major was obviously giving me no time for second thoughts, but he had no cause for concern, my mind was made up.
‘I will leave you to get your house in order, I will contact you again as soon as I have your travelling orders, I imagine it will be quite soon!’ and with those words ringing in my ears, he took his leave and left.
(C) Damian Grange 2018