Scotsmaster wrote:
We will bring civilization to Hanover on the point of our bayonets! I am pleased to once again offer my sword to the conflict.
En avant!
Seated at his usual table, with his chair leaning against the wall and his heavy cavalry boots propped in the adjacent chair, the Hanoverian Guardsman looks up from his contemplation of his fine, crystal shot glass and the amber conflagration contained therein, his reverie broken by the familiar voice of an old adversary. "Ah, I would know those brash words anywhere. Colonel Reaves, no less, still advocating the extermination of my beloved homeland." As the steady blue gaze of the Hanoverian officer settles on his old adversary, his eyes widen in surprise. "Well, what have we here? General Reeves it is then. I see your service to Old Bony's Brigands has curried some favor with the Diminutive Despot of France. I would have thought it more likely that you had been court marshaled by now, and put to the guillotine. Apparently the specious drivel you routinely espouse has placed you in good stead with the Devil's Soldier that illegally squats on the throne of your doomed nation."
"It is good to see you again, General Reaves", says the Hanoverian with a genuine smile. "Please, pull up a chair and let me buy you a drink for old time's sake."
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