Chapter 2 (Prompt 2)
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capt_facepalmAn impertinent tap on his shoulder made Dr Watson jump. An impatient Frenchman gestured that the queue had moved.
The Irish Sea remained calm for December. The railway snaked along rivers sandwiched among the rolling hills, making good time.
Watson’s heart was heavy with his upcoming task. He was still too young to be attending the funerals of his contemporaries. Dr Samuel Buckland had been with the 66th at Maiwand and had remained with the medical corps until his retirement.
Large white flakes of snow and a sombre delegation met him on the platform to accompany him to the church.
