He walks through the camp, exchanging jokes with his men. He is proud of them. Proud to be their commanding officer.
[No.]
The spirit they have shown in the face of overwhelming forces fills his chest. This is what makes Britain Great!
[This is not me.]
As he passes the sergeant's tent, he thinks he might check the plans once more and ducks inside. He casts critical eye over the papers before preparing to leave, satisfied they have planned well. He reaches to push back the flap...
[Think tent.]
...emerging into the dappled afternoon sunlight of the bustling forest camp.
