Just so you know...
He wakes at 7.13 AM precisely, two minutes before the alarm is due to go off, as he has done every morning for as long as he can remember. Morning ablutions, suit and tie, followed by a breakfast of fruit and muesli, washed down with strong, black coffee. Coat, hat and briefcase complete the package, then it's a brisk walk to the station, arriving as the train pulls up to the platform.
Something swoops overhead, leaving a rotting, foetid stench in its wake. The taste of irritation swells in his mouth. There was no mention of dragon raids in today's forecast.
They board the train in an orderly fashion, jostling to stow kit and find a seat. The carriage is awash with khaki and cigarette smoke, bold camaraderie and laughter tinged with nervous anticipation.
Rumours have been circulating for weeks, they've all heard them. The invasion is coming, that's common knowledge. They'll be taking the fight to the Jerries, reclaiming Europe from the Nazi evil. They've just not known when. But now orders are being issued, troops moving towards the ports, not long now.
Failing to find a space, he pushes through the carriage to the door, into the saloon beyond.
