Aggy- Book 1
Copyright© 2009 by Green Dragon
Chapter 1
The vertically and weight challenged figure marched out of the gates of Sandhurst College, The Royal Mountserrat Naval Academy, returning the salute of the Marine sentry whilst steadying the cavalry saber at his side.
'Oooh, who's that, Mum?" came a young girl's voice through the quiet dusk of the evening.
"Shush, Erin, you'll get me into trouble" was the hissed reply.
The man's eyes had turned to the mother and daughter as the slender figure of Leading Seawoman Writer Sally McGraw straightened and snapped a salute that would have made any DI nod a quiet approval.
A bit less briskly than that to the sentry, the Ensign returned the salute and using the same hand lightly waved away the mother's apology.
"I am Ensign HMS McCock of the Grenoble System Defence Force" he said looking at the bright eyed schoolgirl standing apart behind her mother holding on to her left hand. As he stopped so did his locker. The girl eyed the riding boots with their inserts secured alongside a rather high hat box on the top and turned her gaze onto his unusual dress.
"Why are you wearing that fancy dress?" she asked.
The Leading Seawoman blushed in embarrassment as she reprovingly gently shook her daughter's hand muttering a sharp "Erin" under her breath.
"No mind", McCock said to the mother as he realized that he did indeed make a strange sight dressed as he was in tan short riding boots, buttoned grey double breasted frock coat and jodhpurs with the yellow sash about his waist beneath the heavy sword belt with the long straps to the sword sheath and the flat brimmed slouch hat with its single ridge fore and aft on its crown.
Erin watched him turn to her again with a little apprehension evident as she shyly leant back into her mother's side.
"I graduated this morning from the Academy and have been granted a commission in my nation's military. This is my ceremonial undress officer's uniform or what we call 'walking out' dress. While I am on leave over the next four weeks I will be wearing civilian clothing before reporting for duty".
The mother quickly avoided the next question by bracing and briskly saluting:
"Thank you, Sir, if you will excuse us?"
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