Fitzhugh was not looking forward to his upcoming meeting about his team’s findings—or lack thereof, as the last few soul-sucking, tedious gatherings had proven to be. Though no one could expect his men to have found out much information in such a short time, especially on an active battlefield, that wasn’t the way the army worked. In the army, orders were issued and subordinates followed them. Any deviation, no matter for what reason, was frowned upon. Command didn’t care why something wasn’t done, they just cared that it wasn’t done, and who was at fault.
No guesses who would be in Haig’s gunsights.
Any excuse to postpone the meeting would have been warmly greeted, and when that excuse marched through his door and saluted, Fitzhugh could have hugged him.
‘Sir, I seem to be onto somethi
