The York Fleet

[gezza999]

Roger Ring was for once, having a break – sitting, slouching forwards, in a grotty pub in Cambridge, staring into the bottom of a beer. He’d taken his usual chair, near a large window. Contemplating the last few years of his life as well as recent, not a position he wanted to be in. He’d intended to make the most of his day-leave, he had planned to meet up with some of his old friends, various incidents had made this impossible, yet another leek on LD-14, industrial accident, a Molly raid on Scarborough, reports said they only found a smashed helmet, full of gold, the list of incidents were continually running through his mind…

This was to be his last day where he would be stationed on the Norfolk, front line service beckoned. Replacement transfers to the York were rare, but the transport to Leeds would arrive tomorrow.

The orders came through only a day ago. Unusually, the transfer order came from the Home Office. Ring also happen to know people on the York, who said no-one else was scheduled to arrive for that month. Clearly, this repositioning was not to replenish the York, but to shift him out of the public eye. His antics had earned a slight ire from the public which the Armed Forces could ill afford at such a crucial time. The Zoners especially, complained due to his un-courteous behavior.

Ring carefully shifted around to face the bartender; “ ‘Scuse me, bill please…”

He dealt with his debt and dragged himself back to his apartment.

---

This is my signature.