Roy Porter

Windmills in the Mist Roy Porter

He opened his eyes to . . . darkness! For a split second, he thought he was blind but soon realised that his eyes were covered.

As he reached to remove the obstruction, a female voice instructed him to stop.

`Glad to have you back with us, Sir, but the bandages need to stay on until the doctor visits.'

`Sorry, but where am I?' asked the patient. The mention of a doctor and bandages suggested that he must be in a hospital. But where?

`Let me introduce myself,' the female continued. `I am Nurse Lytle, Corporal Jennifer Lytle, and you are in the military hospital in Shropshire barracks.'

`Why a military hospital?' asked the patient.

`Because you are a soldier, Lieutenant,' the nurse replied, `and you have been with us for quite a while, ever since your transfer from the military hospital in Afghanistan.'

`Forgive me, but I can't recall Afghanistan or who I am,' the Lieutenant responded. `Oh, here comes the doctor,' said Nurse Lytle. `He will explain everything.'