Myles happened upon his Greek sergeant, "I dare say you're quite the shot with that stone age weapon of yours." 

Bailey's men hadn't moved from their positions, and Myles had noted this. Though he was not a particularly courageous man, to say the least, even he saw the illogic of allowing the Germans to flee and regroup. Then he had an idea. 

"Sergeant Sta- ... Stathos is it?" Myles asked the Greek sergeant with a questioning glance, "well, whatever your name is, how would you like to become a hero of your entire country? It seems to me that old Bailey over there very much wants to avoid going after Fritz, where as I, a much more aggressive man of command, feel we should rout them entirely before they can come back at us." 

Myles walked a few paces, hands behind his back, cane tucked under his armpit. "It seems as though that Australian buggar has already taken the initiative, it would be terribly wrong if the Greek of all people sat back and let his country get saved by others, wouldn't it? Lead your section on the attack, and link up with the Australian. Was he Australian? I can't remember. In any case, I want the two of you and your men to chase Jerry as far as you can. I'll hold back here with my section, to try and keep Bailey a happy boy."