The Senior Chef of the Anglo-Allied Army purposefully strides toward his Army’s Chief of Staff, a meat clever firmly gripped in his right hand. “Sir”, he says as he menacingly waves the clever, “we have a problem!”
Keeping a watchful eye on the clever, the Hanoverian Lieutenant Colonel takes an unconscious step backwards, opening the range a bit just in case this particular problem is to be resolved in hand to hand combat. “We always seem to have a problem. It goes with my job, but fortunately I am rather adept at solving them,” replies the Staff Officer. “What exactly is the nature of this most recent one?”
“Sir, I am running out of food to serve to the men!” exclaims the agitated Chef.
“Out of food? But that is not possible”, replies the Staff Officer. “We had plenty of provisions this morning. You and I checked them together. How can we suddenly be running out of food?”
“Sir, it’s those dang Brunswickers!” exclaims the Chef as he violently points toward the mess tables, nearly decapitating a nearby private with his clever. “They are more numerous than I have ever seen and they acting like starved animals, consuming rations at a prodigious rate. You would think that they have not eaten in a week! I know they missed our breakfast mess this morning, but that is really no excuse for their current behavior.”
“But Cookie, the Brunswickers were not here this morning. Generaal Bijl has them out on maneuvers”, replies the Hanoverian. “They are not due back in camp for another two days. Surely they cannot be the source of your misery. Let me have a look for myself.”
The Staff Officer walks over to a nearby supply wagon and nimbly climbs to the top of the tarp which covers its contents. Quickly scanning the mess area, he is surprised to see a great number of black uniforms intermixed with the normal reds, greens and blues.
Now that is odd, he thinks to himself.
I know Generaal Bijl issued maneuver orders for the entire Brunswick Brigade, I transcribed them myself only yesterday evening. And besides, I don’t think we have that many Brunswickers in our entire army! An uneasy feeling begins to creep up his spine as he removes his spy glass from his belt to get a closer look.
Why, those are not Brunswickers at all, they are..….Prussians! As he continues to scan the assembled mass, he spies the Prussian General Peters near the center of the invasive, black horde.
Well that explains it then. Snapping the spy glass closed, he returns it to his belt where it belongs.
Climbing down from the wagon, the Hanoverian officer once again addresses the Anglo-Allied Senior Chef. “Cookie, I think I have discovered the nature of your current dilemma. Prepare whatever food you still have on hand. I will get you some additional supplies very soon.”
“I certainly hope so, sir”, replies the Chef. “Otherwise we will soon have a mutiny on our hands.” Still somewhat skeptical, but taking the reliable Chief of Staff at his word, the cook returns to his kitchen to stave off the impending disaster for as long as possible.
Now then, I need some thoroughly reliable horsemen, thinks the Hanoverian Lieutenant Colonel as he walks towards the tables where his brigade is seated. “General Dobson”, he says as he approaches a Hanoverian Cavalryman, “I hate to interrupt your lunch, but I am in immediate need of your services.” Spreading a map on the table, the Commander of the Hanoverian Brigade points to a nearby crossroads and explains his plan……….
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After what seems an eternity, but is in reality an amazingly short period of time, twenty-three supply wagons loaded with beer and sausages roll into the Anglo-Allied encampment under the watchful escort of the Cumberland Hussars. At their head, is a Hanoverian Major General who is grinning from ear to ear.
“The wagons were just where you said they would be, Colonel” says General Dobson as he reins in his horse near his commanding officer.
“I suspected they would be”, replies Colonel Jones. “After all, they are not really known for rapid movement, now are they General? So tell me, what did you do with the drivers?”
“We left them as we found them,” replies the Hanoverian General, “sleeping peacefully by the side of the road. I suspect they will be most surprised when they awake to find their wagons missing.”
“I am sure they will, General Dobson,” says Colonel Jones, “but with any luck, we can return the empty wagons to a nearby location without being discovered. For now though, we need to get them unloaded as quickly as we can so Cookie can feed this unruly mass before we have a riot on our hands.”
A rather large detail of Hanoverian soldiers begin rapidly unloading the wagons, until they are momentarily interrupted by five Prussians running through their midst, each of which has a cloth napkin tucked into the front of his shirt to act as a bib. The Prussians readily discard the knives and forks they are holding in the hope that the reduced load will help them run faster, for following closely on their heels is none other than Sir Muddy’s fine charger! Peals of laughter erupt throughout the mess area as the five, hapless soldiers desperately scramble up a nearby oak tree, the last of which endures a painful bite to his derriere before escaping to relative safety. Satisfied that the felons have been sufficiently chastised for the moment at least, Sir Muddy’s fine steed takes up a post at the base of the tree, and patiently waits for the offending soldiers to come down……….
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Meanwhile, a soldier of the Austrian Quartermaster Corps awakes from his nap by the side of the road, only to discover that several of his wagons must have moved ahead without him.
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As a young wily eyed Lieutenant, fresh out of RMA, I had been watching these sites for almost a year before I joined in 2003. I was nervous, I had never played games online before, I didn’t know what to expect. These places all looked like a big deal for the games I had been casually playing for years prior. I didn’t know if I’d be accepted by them. But I took the plunge and joined….boy I have never regretted it. I came in and there were all these famous names paraded before me, stories and jokes to learn. It quickly became apparent who were top dogs at the time. I had also just started to improve my skills as a webmaster, oh boy more sites to make. I learned the tales of Sir Muddy, Eugene, Roubaud, Bardon, Barrett, Walter to name a very few of a long list. I quickly adapted to the very lively forum and the banter back in forth. Learned the very skilled trade of buying your superiors and your elders regardless of army affiliation drinks. A hedonator, I asked, what the hell is that? Sir Muddy made me drink one, I survived. I explored the old Anglo-Allied Library and saw Waffles, Ensign Frobisher & Neil Henderson, all these legends I thought and to be enshrined long after they were gone. When I transferred to Prussia I explored the vast archives of that army too. How the hell did Rob Hamper ever get an interview with David Chandler & John Etling I thought? I became enthralled by this place. I had only focused on a lot of American History prior in my life, but now was exploring European and discovering a whole new world. I often went to the library and pulled books off the shelf to learn about these men I was playing with in the games. It inspired me a lot. I asked questions about them from members, had great debates back and forth and somehow ended up as the mouth piece of the Prussian Armee… 
I am also stubborn to a fault, I am German Catholic after all by birth and I represent the Prussian Armee here…hmmmm go figure… 
