<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 was walking towards the 'passenger terminal', for a better word for it when he heard his name being called. His hearing still sharp from years in the British army. He was one of the lucky ones, many of his friends had lost their hearing due to being close to  or manning artillery in the war. He would never forget that voice as he turned back towards the car, to the source of it. Marta Lindgren, or Nurse Lindgren or just Nurse. His first memories of her were blurred and morphined induced, and his angel when he regained his senses. He rembered his care he received from her, her tenderness and compassion, and dare he said it, his first adult crush.  Richard remembered her voice, the voice that woke him up in the morning and checked on him. He also remembered her scent as Marta would inadvertently brush herself against him while she care for him, that and the embrassing moments when his erection betrayed his thoughts. But then he could do nothing. His facial injuries and the lost of his eye removed any contension of being anyone's suitor, let alone the beautiful nurse, that and a lack of a steady income. Things have improved for Richard, financially that is, but the look that many females, males for that matter gave him, would make anyone think twice about being 'suitable'.<br/><br/>He started to make his way to Marta and noticed for the first time another female with her. She seems middle-eastern. Her skin was darker olive hue rather than that of a typical English women. He had met a number of Egytians during his time in the army. Perhaps she was one or perhaps the Afgans or Arabs he has heard about. Then again, she could be italian. He smiled as he got closer. Hopefully, he woud not scare them. As he approached closer to Marta, he looked back to when Marta had left the employ of his uncle. She was unwell and he could do nothing about it and that guilt set in. Marta had done so much for him, yet he could do nothing for her. He tried writing to her but did not know her address. He cold have easily found out but lacked the courage. Because of that, there was a box in his wardrobe of sealed letters addressed to her.<br/><br/>Stopping a couple of metres away, Richard looked at his nurse, well stared. She was breathaking, but thankfully for him, his 'English sensibilities' took over. With a nod of his head, his military training returning "Ma'am it is so good to see you again. I trust you have been keeping well", his voice was sincere and his greeting genuine. "I have been tasked by my uncle to serve as your escort. I apoligize for my tardiness."<br/><br/>He