Colonial Campaigns Club (CCC)

Gentlemen of all armies, be advised that <b><font color="yellow">Bill Braddock </font id="yellow"></b>has been assigned to the <font color="yellow"><b>47th Regiment of Foot </font id="yellow"></b>in the Left Wing, British Armies in America. Please welcome Regular Braddock. [^]

Braddock? Ah ken a feller of yer name who had no end o' bad cess i' this God awfy wilderness! Well, onyway, welcome and failte on ye. Make yer ain cess i' this club, smite the rebel hip and thigh, gie them the bayonet, that's the great soldier ye are!

Now, see me, Ah've a bit o' business Ah need tae have wi' ye. Ye ken them puir wounded lads i' hospital? Well, they're all wantin' a fresh dram o' the cratur, and it disnae come cheap, ye ken, so Ah've ta'en it on mesel' tae gather a collection fer their relief. Now, if ye can see us three shillings Ah'll make sure that it goes tae the guid o' their puir, dry throats.......

Oh God! There goes the neighborhood. [:p]

Welcome Bill, glad to have you here. These games have many more ambushes for me to 'walk' you through. hehehe....

Welcome, Sir!

I will send Regular Braddock his billeting instructions and general duties roster, within a day or so. I have to unpack my draft animals, reset the home tent and get the latrines in order.

Generals Sands and Walter, Sirs!

Thank you for the warm welcome. Looking forward to many enjoyable games here.

Al, you Amblin' Ambushin' American Patriot you! Have your Frenchies stopped for wind since our last meeting? LOL

And unfortunately Mr Hipkins, the King's shilling, after deductions for rations and clothing (damnable stocks!) precludes me from currently purchasing the poor lads some refreshment. I will, however share whatever spirits the enemy or my officers do not keep me from obtaining...

Hipkins:

Man, you are really gaining respect! Here is a brash young Englishman calling a Scot "Mister"![;)]

Welcome Regular Braddock, us Injuns are indeed happy to see fresh "lobsterbacks."[:D]

Chula Hoppai Longstreet, there are very few men I would wholeheartly wish on my flank. Most of those would be any Scotsman.

Now, which one of you Frogs, Injuns or other insults to the Crown wish to send this brash Redcoat home with his tail twixt his legs?

A brash young British officer I see. The brash ones are usually the first ones the riflemen pick-off. Pick a 1776 scenario Line disrupt on, quality fire/melee off.