'Only once did Sinclair-Loutit remember seeing one of his team show any irritation. After bringing out several dead from a building one of them walked over to a WVS canteen van. The ladies serving could offer him only sardine sandwiches. ‘Have you got anything else, love?’ he snapped. ‘No, sorry, sardine only. What’s wrong with sardines?’ The man looked up at the smartly dressed woman smiling behind the counter. ‘Nothing, just that sardines smell like dead people.’'