The veteran officer stood up from his spot at the fire, thinking on the old days and the units he had commanded across many fields. The friends and brothers in arms he had the privilege of serving with. Together they had kept the forces of the ancien regimes at bay. Time and again taking the field and in the service of l'Empereur.
The fire was back in the Armée, the old élan that had always allowed the eagles to triumph. It had never truly left as there was always a cadre of officers to carry the fight to the enemy. But it had been principally the Garde, and now tirailleurs, artillery and dragons filling the line, facing the foes.
Encouraged by their resolve, the old grognard called upon his unit to take the field. The light cavalry, his first posting and fittingly, it would be the light cavalry division taking to the field to seek out the enemy once more. The eyes of the army, the tip of the spear, fearing nothing that the coalition could field.

Gentlemen, the cavalry has arrived!
We , that is Colonel Moore, Lt. Breckenridge and myself, can only but stay a while. The fields of Belgium call to us, where we hear that a gaggle of allied forces hopes to stop our drive north through the towns of Ligny and Quatre Bras. May it be the first stop of a tour of victory that takes us around Europe.
Cheers!