‘Abis, Ackerman, Benson and Blunt, br Stand to attention and look to the front, br Chiswell and Barnett br Who told you to fall out, br You’d think this was bush week br Or a Boy Scout Camp call-out; br Get back into line or I might have you all out br Tonight… br Did you hear what I said to you, Argent? ’ br br ‘But there’s a man dying on the tarmac, Sergeant! ’ br br ‘I never liked Wednesdays, ’ declaimed Sergeant Black, br ‘Too soon to go forward, too late to go back! br Dexter and Dooley br I’ll have your attention, br I’m not calling names br For an honourable mention, br I’ll charge the whole bunch for a spark of presumption br Tomorrow… br I’ll tell you once more, Mister Argent…’ br br ‘But there’s a man, dying on the tarmac, Sergeant! ’ br br ‘Haven’t you seen a man faint before? br Harris and Jenkins br Block up that four! br Fill up the gap that your mate has relinquished br We’ll count him as present, but almost extinguished, ’ br The Sergeant guffawed, in attempts to distinguish br Himself… br Now what in creation d’ya want with me, Argent? ’ br br ‘A man has just died on the tarmac, Sergeant! ’ br br 24 October 1972br br David Lewis Pagetbr br