Culprit for the Colonel 1
From Uniform Girls 7 The army staff car pulled to a halt outside the barracks, and the driver jumped out with a cloth to polish the windscreen and dust over the body work. Rosalyn Minter had been with the army now for just under a year and was finding the companionship of her unit, and the responsibility of her job, more satisfying than anything she had tackled previously. Not that three years as a waitress on the ferries plying between Harwich and the Hook of Holland hadn’t had their fun moments: she’d had some bloody good times. But there was a certain pride in wearing a uniform of Her Majesty’s armed forces which was infinitely preferable to the long periods of boredom on the ferries. The car, as always, was pristine — almost, it seemed, straight out of a showroom — and Rosalyn always made sure that her officers never had cause for complaint when they travelled with her. Indeed, some officers now asked for her by name as sh...
