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Narudas, German South West Africa, 1906Dr Peter Kohl coughed and spat, his saliva thick with dust, as he reined in his mount at the centre of the horseshoe-shaped ridge overlooking the valley. The long ride from Keetmanshoop was over, but there would be no rest. Non-commissioned officers gave softly spoken orders as the mounted column of Schutztruppen reorganised itself for the attack on Jakob Morengo’s kraal.
The breath of men and horses hung in the air, harness buckles clinked, and from along the line came the snicker of Mauser rifle bolts being worked as rounds were chambered, ready for action. A cone-shaped hill, which instantly reminded Peter of one of Claire’s perfectly shaped breasts, caught his eye in the ghostly pre-dawn light.
He missed his wife and he missed hi
