A cramped ten-hour train trip to London had made him stiff and weary. In the Mostyn Club, a Red Cross club for tired soldiers, Sergeant Wilbur Banik of Chicago picked a quiet room, flopped down, shoes and all, and fell fast asleep.
Someone shook him and shouted: "Better get up, Mac, somebody big is coming."
Banik growled, turned over and dozed off again. He was reawakened shortly by a feminine "Hello." A male voice said: "He'll think it's a dream." Banik's eyes blinked, focused, widened. The King & Queen of England smiled back.
In almost one motion Banik jumped to attention and opened his...
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