<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQN-4jChOlfpVpKNq85FX5YAsa4XfZhIZmbqUv9cr12dxegS2dY&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Lieutenant Richard Earl Walker| 24 |Soldier</strong></span><hr/><br/>Richard did not rush to his destination. He had planned his trip and knew what time he would arrive. His uncle demanded efficieny and speed which was what he was used to giving. The British army was like that. Follow your orders and give it your all. His thoughts came to mind of the words of Alfred Lord Tennyson, 'Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.' Richard believed he was one of the lucky ones, his uncle had taken him under his wing when his parents died and saw to his health when he was injured from the wars. He did not remember much from the attack, other that he was the only survivor of his Brigade. His injuries made it difficult to find employment.<br/><br/>Richard got out of the Vauxall and looked at his watch. Yes, he was right on the dot as he planned, but the ship had already docked. How typical, he thought as he scanned the horizon and ship. His them started to reminiscence, with some guilt. He did not care for the way his uncle behaved, but he knew that he owed him a great deal. This burdened him with guilt. Guilt that he had to live with. Always the consummate officer, he straighten his suit and made his way to pick up Dr Brockman. Anyone who saw Richard make his way would recognize the marks of a military man.