He's a small boy, always was and always will be, barely five foot six in his boots. But there are smaller men in the British Army, sure, so it shouldn't truly come as shock to anyone. How dirty he is might raise a few eyebrows though. Covered from head to toe in layer upon layer of muck and grime and lice and bits of what might have been people at ( Read more... )

There's a young man in the gardens. He's scruffy, if handsome, dressed in a British army uniform, and he looks completely exhausted. In fact, if someone were to get near enough, they'd see he's breathing in short pants, though he hasn't been running, and is rather shaky and almost about to fall over. He slowly makes his way over to a bench and ( Read more... )