As much as I had hoped to avoid this, it’s not going to go away by ignoring it, and so  I’m going to say this once, and then I’m not going to entertain any further comments, asks, emails, or any other correspondence on the matter that may call my integrity as a soldier into question.
I never had an inappropriate relationship with Captain John Watson. Never. We were nothing but soldier and commanding officer. Whatever emotional entanglement we may or may not have found ourselves in is nobody’s business. The only thing that should concern anyone is whether a relationship of an inappropriate nature between Cpt. Watson and myself ever occurred whilst he was under my command, and that quite simply did not happen. It’s complete and utter fabrication. John is a fine soldier, with more integrity and decency than any man that I have ever met.
I’ve never spoken about this. I’ve no idea how this got to Kitty Riley. But I’m going to talk about it now. I just hope that those who had faith in me might be able to forgive me.
I was in love with Cpt. Watson. I won’t deny it. Anyone who follows this blog knows that. Despite the fact that this was never explored beyond the trappings of my own mind, it was there. He was invalided first. I was despondent and alone. The loss of more men didn’t help matters; though I wasn’t present when it happened, a soldier whose name and rank I won’t provide that I had become quite close with came to me, devastated. I refused to talk about what was going on in my mind. I refused for any of my men to know that anything was amiss, emotionally. But it was. It absolutely was. I was lost without Cpt. Watson, and I felt as though I was a shell of myself. I had ceased to be, or so I thought, when this soldier sought wisdom and solace from me.
I did not provide either comfort. I engaged in inappropriate acts with him of a sexual nature. It was one time, and one time only. I realised my mistake immediately, and decided never to speak of it again. I requested that he be reassigned. Â It was a mistake, and a disgrace, and there is no excusing it.
Everything else that has been said about me is untrue. However, it doesn’t matter too much that I didn’t have some weird sex dungeon in a trunk or that I didn’t shag him on a sack of potatoes or that it didn’t happen multiple times, or that it wasn’t ongoing, or any of it. None of it matters, because the only thing that does matter is that it did happen.  It is not something that is uncommon amongst the military. It doesn’t get spoken of, but it is something that happens with more regularity than anyone would think. It is, however, something that I never should have done.
I know that this is going to disappoint a lot of people. I know that I’ve disappointed many of you with this. I never claimed to be a man who deserved the honour and kindness that you have all bestowed upon me, and I understand completely if my disgraceful abuse of power and indiscretion upsets you. I understand, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry to John, who stood up for me when this all started and whose own integrity I have now put into question by failing to provide information that would keep him from defending me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry to all of you. I’m sorry to him, wherever he is now, for my actions.  I’m sorry, to the British Army, and to any men who served under me.Â
izzy806
snowghoul
gummygunk
pixelskylines
2087
kaledo-art
dailybridgerton
