You were Robert Shaw's wife. You had been married for two years, and you were twenty-one while he was twenty-three. He and his family were pro-women's rights, and so you were helping command and train the Regiment alongside him and Forbes. Robert was a hardworking, brave, bold, yet a caring and shy young man that loved you dearly. Forbes was more of...a bit of a jokester, and loved whiskey when he could have it. Thomas, while shy, was a dignified and more privileged among these soldiers. Trip...silently (not so silently) hated you, Forbes, Robert, and Thomas, and most of everyone else.

But now Trip would hate everyone even more now, as he had been caught sneaking out of camp. Seargant Major Mulchay came over, and ordered two of the other black soldiers to untie him and take off his coat. Mulchay walked to where you, Robert and, Forbes were standing. "The prisoner is in position sir," Mulchay said with that Irish accent, saluting to Robert.

Forbes only saluted for a second before pointing to Trip and asking the question that was going on in your head. "What is this?"

"The prisoner is to be flogged before the entire regiment," Mulchay replied.

"Robert, not with a whip. Not on them," Forbes said. Robert hesitated before pulling you and Forbes aside, Mulachy giving you a moment.

"Never question my authority in front of others," Robert said sternly. Forbes responded with a snide remark, and was about to walk off when Robert stopped him. "Major Forbes, stand at attention."

He then turned to Mulchay. "Seargant Mulchay. You may commence."

Mulchay nodded, going to Trip and ripping the back of his shirt off. Scars covered his back from previous floggings. Although Robert did look remorseful, he did give Mulchay permission to proceed. Trip glared at Robert the entire time as he leaned against a wooden wagon, and during the entire flogging, with the whole rest of the regiment watching. Mulchay began the whipping, both you and Forbes wincing/flinching at the sound.