Chapter 3 - Knight to f3.

Icy waters crashed over the bow of the Destroyer, steaming full ahead from Dunkirk to London. In the medlab lay the captain's corpse. He was covered in a British flag and his family's crest flag. His mother and father stricken with grief anxiously awaited their son's repatriation. This wasn't something just and soldier could do . Only the most influential family's repatriat their loved ones. For the rest , if anything was left of them , the ground they fought for under their feet was both home and cemetery. The less fortunate and the evisarated were buried in mass graves or in catacombs. The Captain was Nobility, his family could afford his repatriation. Buried in their family scepulcher. A fancy building made of rock and stone to house the dead. It was a stark reminder of the difference between the officers and enlisted men. The destroyer docked just before dark . A horse drawn buggy was there to take the captain to his final resting place. Four men in dress uniform carried his coffin off the ship to the horse drawn buggy. They stood at attention as the buggy left their sight at the London shipyard. The horses hooves clanked loudly and echoed across the shipyard as it elegantly pull the captain to his final resting place. When the buggy reached there estate the captains mother cried over the coffin. His father stood tall and stoic. Head held high in respect for his son. Who was killed as he kicked an enlisted man in the ribcage as he slept in the rain, in the trenches of Flanders. No heroic death, no triumphant return just his mother and father mourning the full sacrifice their son paid for their beloved country. Newspapers told a narrative fed to them by his father so not to stain the family's reputation. As his mother was wailing away over his coffin. His father was working to have the one responsible for his son's untimely demise, to be crushed under his bootheel. He had the power and influence to do just that. The anger and true disdain his father felt raged out of control. He himself well go to the front and see this rogue slaughtered before his very eyes.