Wilco- Lone Wolf - Book 3 Page 67
by Geoff Wolak
Packed up, we boarded coaches and returned to the red brick barracks to find Swifty limping, a night here doing very little – but a well-fed very little, and at 5am we set out in the coaches, the foreign teams sleeping most of the way to the airport, and we reversed our course, the squaddies pestering me with innocuous questions on the flight.
