Even though he had likened the area of scrub land to a battlefield, he was certain this gentleman was, and never had been, in the army.
Despite this, he had fallen into line. They marched and marched. From the foyer to the car park, where manoeuvres ceased.
On reaching his car – his car– he felt an idiotic urge to be thankful. Not only did he feel belittled by the po-faced sergeant major, he felt enraged as he saw that the car park was empty save for one vehicle.