Deborah 11

We've just stopped a Brit jeep, with Col and Maj aboard. I inform them of orders, forbidden to drive further.
Col smiles thinly, "Lt, please disperse those troops. Something only fitting for officers to see."
I send them round a bend in the road.
Col draws a card out of his tunic pocket. Carefully examining it with my flashlight, I see the half dozen features are ok, it is indeed the signature of the Brit Prime Minister.
Quietly I say, "I await your orders Sir."
"We'll be back inside of two hours. Let us through without stopping. Impress upon your troops that it's wise to keep the lip zipped over what they saw."
"Yes Sir."
He hasn't driven ten feet when the mine blows. I'm aware of blood gushing all over.
A figure appears, an Alien like in the vid. No discernible facial expression, voice sounds metallic, "are you aware you are on our protected list?"
"No."
"It is our obligation to place you in a suitable body. Not a lot of choice right now. You could have picked a better time to do this."
"No. I've had enough and then some. Take your list and stick it. I"
"Rules are rules. It'd be my head on the Emperor's platter if I failed to aid one on the list. Look on the bright side, at least the new body is the same nationality."
At that, I black out.