Chapter – Braddock
General Braddock’s headquarters was a hive of activity as was the camp surrounding the headquarters and the temporary village of traders, taverns and whores. Everyone was preparing to pack up for the long march to the western frontier to confront the French at Fort Duquesne. Colonel Gordon Doherty brushed the dust from his uniform as he strode to Braddock’s command post. It was time for him to apprise the general of the state of readiness of his regular army troops. ‘Well Sgt. Mulhern, I hope the general is in a good mood though I suspect he won’t be after my report.’ Sargent Glyn Mulhern glanced up from the roster of the troop he had been going over, ‘Aye Major Sir, I mean Colonel. I’ll wager a large whiskey he won’t be liking it at all.’
Major Gordon Doherty had been assigned to Braddock’s command after a successful career with the Scottish Highlanders and promoted to Colonel and was given the task of training this newly formed army. Sargent Glyn Mulhern had been with the colonel for the last six years and was his right hand man in the effort.