Two thousand veteran British troops with their commander must get the better of any force the French could bring against them, if only they moved in decent time.

The ardent young Virginian soldier had an immense respect for the experienced valour and tactics of the regular troops.

King George II.
had no more loyal subject than Mr.Braddock's new aide-de-camp.
So the party rode amicably together, until they reached a certain rude log-house, called Benson's, of which the proprietor, according to the custom of the day and country, did not disdain to accept money from his guests in return for hospitalities provided.

There was a recruiting station here, and some officers and men of Halkett's regiment assembled, and here Colonel Washington supposed that his young friends would take leave of him.
Whilst their horses were baited, they entered the public room, and found a rough meal prepared for such as were disposed to partake.

George Warrington entered the place with a particularly gay and lively air, whereas poor Harry's face was quite white and woebegone.
"One would think, Squire Harry, 'twas you who was going to leave home and fight the French and Indians, and not Mr.George," says Benson.
"I may be alarmed about danger to my brother," said Harry, "though I might bear my own share pretty well.