Twenty some odd officers have read my young Ensign's post, and not one has responded to his brave challenge, the Hanoverian Colonel chuckles softly to himself. I suppose that I really cannot blame them. After all, the reputation of the prowess of Hanoverian arms preceeds him, and our enemies have come to greatly fear the presence of a green coated Field Jager on the battlefield. Perhaps a brave Frenchman may still come along, that is, if we haven't yet managed to kill them all.
The Colonel smiles as he picks up his shot glass and downs the amber contents contained therein. After all, none of them wants to be the first to die.
