The Hanoverian Colonel chuckles to himself as he listens to the animated stories being told by a group of young officers at an adjacent table. The losses in the Anglo-Allied Army have been high as of late. Many officers never returning to the colors upon the conclusion of the battles in which they were engaged. As a result, the army's morale had taken a brief dip. It is good to hear these black clad Brunswickers gleefully ribbing their comrade, Lt. James Bell, about the new medal he has just won for his first victory over a Frenchman. By the account of his buddies, the young Lieutenant will no doubt be required to single handedly reduce all of the French Marechalate to ruin the next time he ventures onto the field of honor. Ah, the resilience of youth, he thinks to himself, as he carefully nurses a mug of pale, Belgian ale, a definite change from his beloved Jagermeister which has seemingly landed him in so much trouble as of late.
Still smiling to himself, he catches the eye of the beautiful barmaid, Helga, and beckons her over to his table. Drawing near, she greets him with a radiant smile that never seems to age. “My dear Helga, please place the next round for those brave Brunswick soldiers on my tab. It is good to see them celebrating for a change. If they happen to ask by whom the gift is given”, he says with a sly smile, “tell them it is compliments of Marechal Jensen. Just call it reparations.”
Congratulations to Lt. James Bell of the Brunswick 2nd Line Battalion on his receipt of the Military General Service Medal.
