John sat in the kitchen of his parents home. A place he had been very familiar with when growing up. The fire crackled in the open range that his mother would cook on. The kettle sitting neatly in its holder slowly boiling away as John gazed at the flickering flame in the dark kitchen. 

The two letters he had recieved sat on top of the table. The one on top was what was causing his mind to wander. It was what he had not expected to recieve. He had been told when he was sailing home he would be sent to the recruitment depot battalion to train new recruits as he recovered from his injuries but typical army fashion it was changed. He knew his mother would break down when she found out. John once more was returning to the field of battle. This time with the West Yorkshire Regiment. 

(Acting) Captain William St. Claire had wrote to him directly asking him to join the company of whitby men he was assembling. This wasn't what caught John of gaurd. The captain had put his neck on the line to keep John out of military prison.....but also had written to request John to be his acting Sargeant Major of the company.