It's a tad early to place wagers gentlemen and commoners, but it's nice to see the queue forming up. <img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>
Despite General O'Connor's portrayal of British "press-gang" methods for enlistment into regular units, I assure you such methods are totally foreign to His Majesty's Guard units. <img src=icon_smile_shock.gif border=0 align=middle> The fact is sir, that we reject 90% of those able bodied men who dream and aspire to join this elite brigade. Proper refinement, military prowess, a penchant for triple sized wigs, false moles and perfumed kerchiefs at the cuff are absolute essentials mind you, <img src=icon_smile_clown.gif border=0 align=middle> and having the given name of Reginald, Percival, or Archibald is a bloomin' plus!
Nevertheless, should no quaking newcomer accept this most remarkable offer of mine, I shall inquire into the regular ranks, where I trust that a suitable fop...er, protege can be found and molded into a sterling example of British military and aristocratic menace to the locals. <img src=icon_smile_evil.gif border=0 align=middle>
Your answers General O'Connor:
1. will this person have a 'special' relationship with the Guards and hence the King?
<font color=gold>This person must agree to be an officer in the Guard brigade, which will entitle him to a "special relationship" with the Queen perhaps, <img src=icon_smile_kisses.gif border=0 align=middle> but a normal military relationship with the King.</font id=gold>
2. Will you be grooming them to follow in your footsteps (shudder!)?
<font color=gold>Naturally under my tutelage and sponsorship, he will certainly amass innumerable glorious victories. He may not however, borrow my leopard skin boots! <img src=icon_smile_tongue.gif border=0 align=middle></font id=gold>
3. Can we call him baby Natty?
<font color=gold>If you insist, till he beats the straw stuffings out of you. <img src=icon_smile_approve.gif border=0 align=middle></font id=gold>
T'would be interesting to wager one's "points" on the outcome of a future engagement between my fop, eh...protege, and one of you poor disillusioned colonial chaps, but I imagine that it could develop into a logistical nightmare. Be aware that once this fop, umm, protege accepts my shilling, extensive and accelerated martial drills will be necessary, which may take a fortnight. Only then will I unleash him onto an unworthy yet haughty colonial adversary. <img src=icon_smile_angry.gif border=0 align=middle>
If anyone is interested in partaking of this little drama, you may privately contact me in strict confidence, should you fear reprisals from your regular unit leaders, till it is deemed that you are ready to crush the rebellion out of these squirrel skinners, uncivilized heathens, and pretend blue-jacketed martinets!
Pip pip, cheerio, and all that rot.
<font color=gold><center>Brigadier General Phil Natta</center></font id=gold><font color=red><center>His Majesty's First Regiment of Foot Guards</center></font id=red>
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