Napoleonic Wargame Club (NWC)

Sir Muddy is a gentlemen officer, Lieutenant. I have no doubt that he was not ever offended by anything you have said here. At the time of my prior writing, I thought that my superior officer would defeat you on the field of battle, as he is quite talented. Shortly after making my post, I discovered that it was actually you that had defeated him at Hagelberg.

Very well done, Lieutenant. Very well indeed!

All of your drinks are on me tonight, sir. Whatever you like in unending quantities. And once you have partaken your fill, we shall discuss some relatively minor matters of paperwork for the requisitioning of a new uniform that is better tailored to your particular talents.

My compliments, sir. I would be lying if I said that I was not impressed. I would, however, caution you to give Sir Muddy's fine horse a very wide berth in the near future. That magnificent animal is a bit headstrong and not prone to suffer the indignity of defeat lightly.

Indeed, I see that the French Leftenant has been spinning tales about his prowess on the battlefield. Well, Gentlemen, let me be one of the first to acknowledge that this French officer does indeed "stack up" to his growing list of victories. His small force at Hagelberg withstood repeated assaults by my Prussian forces and held the critical hill and its objectives to the end. And so, while my horse stomped off in disgust, I stood in front of my tired troops to tip my hat to the French Lt who had so ably led his troops to victory.

Helga, drinks for Lt. Nosko and his friends. And would you be so kind as to request a carriage for my person? My horse seems to not like my company at present.

A complement from Sir Muddy is quit a honor. I am also honored to have Lieutenant Nosko as a member of the Tirailleurs et Dragons.

Battle On....

Sir,
I think we've got some misunderstanding here. The well known gesture was a kind of reply to one of the enemy army commander, who wanted to get a young officer to betray and abandon the banner under which he serves. It could be used the response of one of the Old Grognards at the end of the Battle of Waterloo, but what's the difference. There was nothing personal.

Oh, sure you say that now, but you are still sober. Once we ply you with enough alcohol, we will have you fighting under the banner of the White Stallion. You will no doubt believe it to be a white eagle with four legs.

To be honest, the Recruitment via Alcohol Method has never really succeeded in swelling the Hanoverian ranks. I have been trying it on General Knox for some time now, and he still remains loyal in his service to the Empire of France. Of course, he did once succeed in somehow strapping me into a French cuirass for a time, but that was nothing that a cutting torch and some burn ointment couldn't fix.

And then there was another time when Marechal Bardon somehow managed to forge, or otherwise obtain, my signature on a set of French recruitment documents. I ended up getting a very neat beer cooler out of that deal.