This put a crimp in my style, so I was determined we were going to find our own place faster than the timetable we'd set ourselves.
Doc was awarded a Navy Cross after she ran through a minefield to get to an injured marine.
At the end of a buttock-clenching trip, we landed to find Eritrean helicopters crouched on the tarmac of an airport that had just been bombed by Ethiopian jets.
As he passed though the station, he slowed to yell to the signalman, Frank 'Sailor' Bridges: Sailor - have you anything between here and Fordham? Where's the mail? Gimbert knew the mail train was due, and he didn't want to endanger another train with his burning bomb wagon.
