Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 115 )
‘Well!’ said the Major, ‘ I wish you the best of luck in South Africa, and here’s to your safe return, he offered me his hand which I happily shook, I rather liked the Major.
After the Major had left, I sat and took stock of my situation, I had a mere five days to get my affairs in order before I sailed off to war. The first priority was to visit the tailor and ensure that I had my uniforms, whilst there it may be a good idea to get extra shirts and underwear. If it was as hot there as I had been led to believe I would probably need them.
The one thing that I had not considered suddenly sprung to mind, should I make a will. It, certainly wasn’t my intention to die for my country, but I was going to be facing a well armed and hostile foe. It was certainly something to give consideration too.
But for the moment I had more pressing concerns to deal with, today was the 10th and I was due to sail on Sunday, which was the 15th. I had planned to hold a farewell party for a few close friends, but I think the latest I can envisage holding it is Friday night. I can see Saturday being last minute panic day and I’m usually so organised.
I had to go out on some matter or other which took me to within a few streets of 11 Division. So I called in to see Fred Abberline to invite him and his wife Lizzie in person, other than family they were probably my closest friends.
(C) Damian Grange 2018