Colonial Campaigns Club (CCC)

Greetings to you dog kissers of the King,

hehehehe

Sorry, I mean Lobsterbacks LOL

I am looking for a battle with one of you Brits. Please email me at rschwarz7@earthlink.net and we can square off in any battle of your choice, except Guildford CH.

Thanks in advance,

Private Rob Schwarz
(3e)Regiment de Soissonais
French Dept.

errrr. Once you've got a few games under your belt, Send me a message <img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle> hehehe

Maj. Gen. Sean Coffey
23rd Royal Welch Fusiliers
British CiC

After you've minced this new meat Sean, send the scraps my way please. My poodle Bartholemew prefers his meals pre-chewed (your task) and well ground up (my task). His delicate digestion you know.

<center><font color=gold> Brigadier General Sir Phil Natta Esq. KB</font id=gold></center>[url="http://www.angelfire.com/mo3/cccbritisharmy/FootGuards.htm"]<center><font color=red>HM First Foot Guards</font id=red></center>[/url]<center><img src="http://us.f1.yahoofs.com/users/b3df3682/bc/1776/footflg4.gif?bc3b6F9Ajy932yH0" border=0></center>

Phil, you may find this 'French' cuisine rather tougher than you imagine!!

BTW - 'Bart' wouldn't happen to be sporting a rather similar hair-do to a well-known (and infamous!) English officer perchance? <img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>

CCC Rank = Major(bvt Gen)
CinC Colonial/US Army



Edited by - David O Connor on 07/16/2002 23:34:00

Aye that's jolly good news David! Bartholemew is also very fond of pâté de foie gras, as a side dish to his usual rump of Colonial.

And you're suggesting that I and the poodle share some physical characteristics? Are you daft sir?! <img src=icon_smile_shock.gif border=0 align=middle>

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Edited by - Phil Natta on 07/17/2002 21:24:03

Phil,

Bart's picture is up twice! Is there a reason?

Lt. Col. Al Amos
1st U.S. Dragoons 1812-R

Shhhh! PLEASE Al do not call him Bart! He'll get a little nibble on the seat of your breeches and it will be bloody impossible to extricate you from him.

Not quite sure of the meaning of your question though, I do say!

ROFLMTEO

Ok... I'm officially speechless...

Lt Gary McClellan
12th Virgina Light Dragoons
CO Northern Department

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<b><font color=gold>Ernie Sands
BGen, 3rd East Kent,CCC
President, Colonial Camp Club
Col,1 Konig,VIII,AdR
LtGen,CO XXIII Corps AoO
Sch,183Inf,VIII,PzC
Pvt B Co, 3/3-MBC </b></font id=gold>

As the Nattily Attired One and "Bart" enter the Tavern, the 21st Infantry, catching a little well earned R&R from its resounding victory at Germantown, is camped near by. Observing the sight of the two outrageous pompadored individuals, two privates strike up a conversation.

"Great Gosh Almighty Eli, get yor butt o'er har an see dis har sight! Air I be drinking that bad rotgut agin? I dun reckon I dun seen it all, t'aint no dog!" Pvt Buck Snort of the 21st Infantry exclaims to his pard Pvt Eli Jones while rolling his eyes in disbielf.

"I'd be a watching that thar dog, Buck! I reckon he air a fisty one! He mite jest be a rolling o'er, whimpering and a leaking on ya afore a running away!" Eli joins in a pertinent observation. "N'ere dun seen a hound with sech a coat, reckon he be one of them attack dogs?" Both Privates bust out laughing at the thought. "I'd bet Ole Blue could eat him alive!"

"Tell ye Eli, Ole Blue couldn't do it." Buck replies. "He'd be afread of getting the mange! Ya see how the back legs be all full of it?"

Ensign Hopper walks by and asks what is the cause of such mirth and amusement.

"Lookie thar In-sign! Ere ye seen sech afore?" Buck asks.

The Ensign replies with wonder, "Damn! Pinch me boys! I know I'd be a sleep!" He laughs and then ponders a moment.

"Shoot, Pvt Snort, ye know t'aint nice to be a making fun of a man's dog! Ya gotta pity the poor thing. Imagine what id be like to look like that!"

All present agree that this is so.

Chapter 7 (A Victorious Interlude) The Snort Chronicles

In recognition of extreme bravery in the tavern for lapping in Private Jones's ale, for piddling on Private Snort's leg, and for tearing a sizeable hole in Lt. Col. Amos's breeches, His Majesty's 1st Foot Guards have adopted Bartholemew as regimental mascot and have comissioned a new flag in his honour. <center><font color=red><b>Huzzah!</center></font id=red></b>

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Edited by - Phil Natta on 07/19/2002 22:04:47

Does that mean that you no longer lead the First Foot Guards but in stead the Prince Regent's Pet Poodles?

Lt Gary McClellan
12th Virgina Light Dragoons
CO Northern Department

Well Lt. McClellan, yes and no. You see I issue my commands to Bartholemew, who then BARKS out the orders better than any crusty old sergeant ever could. Should I fall on the field of battle, Bartholemew knows what to do, thereby assuring England of yet another glorious victory "doggie style". Egad, did I say that??

So his orders are "to bite the French" ... sorry, the Rebels. <img src=icon_smile_wink.gif border=0 align=middle>

<font color=gold>Colonel D.S. Walter O.S.M.
Commanding The King's Own (4th) Regiment of Foot
Aide-de-camp, Royal North American Corps</font id=gold>