Colonial Campaigns Club (CCC)

Sirs, in our 1812 campaign, General Natta and myself have finaly ended up at New Orleans. This is my last chance to salvage the campaign. After being beaten up [:(] by the good General in several other battles, I hope to at least hold him off in this one. It has all been a learning experience for me though. The general is a fine player and a gentleman. So my Claymores are sharp and the pipes are playing and I await the assault. In 1814 we took a little trip, a long with COL. Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans, and we met the bloody British in the town of New Orleans [:D] " Sir I hear pipes in the distance." "LT. disregard those, they are played by Hanovarian upstarts who have no ear for the pipes." Get the cannon ready, if they make it over the top, we'll give them the cold steel of the claymore. [;)] General Natta (Phil) I SALUTE you [8D]

And a crisp salute to you also my fine American patriot. But as it seems we're on a collision course Sir, it also becomes a battle of wits and nerve. Nerve comes into play at just how much piping you can take behind those sacks and boxes of the King's lawful property, piping which announces our intent to claim that property at the business end of Mister Wilkinson's finest steel. And please I beg of you, do not shoot the poor unarmed pipers as you do our officers. Bartholemew has already deflated one bagpipe, as he's frothing to get over that wall and at your lads backsides. Down boy! You'll have your chance soon enough I say!

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"Sir, I see a poddle out there in the distance." "LT. that means General Natta is near by. That is Bart, hold your fire till you see the white of his teeth." [;)] "When he gets close let him bite a PVT thewn we'll nab him and hold him for ransom." "Men, I bounty on General Natta's wig. I'll give 2 kegs of Fine Irish Whisky to who ever is able to nab it off his old head." "Piper, strike up Amazing Grace, I think it is the right toon to play for all those poor fellows in red that are about to meet their maker." "LT. Tell the McDonalds and Camerons that I spy some dreaded campbells out there, be ready and give them the cold steel."