wesley michael walker, thirty, usaaf surgeon
wes was born and raised outside of powell, tennessee on the family farm. he's the youngest of five and with his only brother being fifteen years older than him, his sisters held most of the influence over him growing up which is fine by him - shep's kind of an asshole.
siblings are: shep (45), grace lombard (40), mallory bryan (36), belle west (34), katy (30/twin). his parents are michael and della walker. his and katy’s birthday is november 2, 1913. she’s ten minutes older and she reminds him constantly.
he was sick a lot as a kid - scrawny and runty with raging asthma and a superpower for catching every single blessed illness that passed through the school and house. he and katy batted the same cold back and forth for over a year and argued over which one of them was worse off constantly. katy was diagnosed with tuberculosis six years ago so he guesses she won, for all intents and purposes and reminds her of that every year she has another birthday.
(gallows humor is crucial for survival in the walker family.)
wes and katy may have the sickly ones in the family but they used that time to study. katy was studying literature before she went to the sanitarium and wes spent enough time with idiot doctors as a kid to figure he could probably do it too.
by college, wes had grown out of his asthma, inspired by a biography of teddy roosevelt that he read when he was twelve that convinced him all he had to do was beat it was start hiking and boxing. the boxing didn't take but to this day, there's nothing that he likes more than a very, very long walk to clear his head. east anglia's a little less hilly than he'd like but it'll do.
katy split to study literature out east and when wes decided to go study biology at the university of tennessee, neither decision met with much excitement from the rest of the family. there was much bitching and moaning from shep about how he should stay back and help on the farm but wes feels like shep was always bitching and moaning about the farm, as though the tailspin it was in wasn't equal parts him being shit at management and the depression. it was a rough time - shep and his family had taken over the farm while wes and katy had moved to town with their parents in retirement. his other sisters had all gotten married and were also living in town, leaving shep on his own and not taking it well at all.
wes can't say he feels all that responsible - it's not his fault shep doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.
he studied biology and took a huge hit emotionally when katy was diagnosed with TB and went to live in a sanitorium in virginia. she's his best friend and he misses her. she's his most consistent pen pal and while he wishes he could see her, he's also kind of glad he doesn't have to watch her shrivel up.
for the rest of the thirties, he was in medical school in memphis and picking up odd jobs here and there where he could and when time allowed for it - a lot of bartending and waiting tables, whatever he could do late at night after class. he worked in a lot of music clubs and has a lot of very strong opinions on music as a result - jazz is fine and all but he'll take blues any day.
he was within the finish line of his residency with a job lined up in nashville when the war started and, like just about every other man in the country, he enlisted in the army and joined the medical corps. he had a mild concern about passing the physical with his childhood asthma but managed to squeak by and was stationed in north africa until being transferred to thorpe abbotts.
comparatively, this is almost cushy. he's seen shit in the past few years that he never imagined, shit that he doesn't think he'll ever shake. not that it's any better here but at least there's some sense of a day to day routine that makes him feel more steady. it's easier in some ways, impossibly harder in others but he figures he'll get through it somehow.
wes writes a lot - mostly to katy but to their mother (his father died in 1940) and sisters as well. he keeps a journal that he tries to write in every day, even if it's only one line. he may, he thinks, want to look back at this one day.
wes is a nice young man who was raised to have good manners - he'll yes sir/no sir a man to death. he has a good heart and wants to do right by everyone he meets but he also learned young that the only one who was going to look out for him was him. he's reserved until he's comfortable and then he's a chatty little shit.
he's just a stubborn fucker who will shoot it to you straight but also doesn't love or befriend anyone unless he knows it's going to be for life.