Chapter 7

He vaguely remembered from some late-night Tumblr tripping that there was a standard type of camera press photographers used for decades at the beginning of the twentieth century. This looked a similar affair. He fiddled with a few knobs, twisted a handle, and there was a popping sound. He hoped that was the shutter rather than a piece falling off. He’d look at it properly later.

The clothes were stiff and new. He supposed they were a demob suit. Or was that a different war? He wished he’d paid more attention at school. Although he was pretty sure the method of putting on this underwear wouldn’t have been covered anyway. There was a one-piece thing that seemed to be an undershirt and briefs combined. With buttons up the front and a flap at the back. Fucking hell. He rummaged a bit more and found a vest and some boxers that looked a bit less terrifying. There was nothing else apart from a bag of washing things containing some soap and a shaving kit.