Gentlemen Officers of the NWC!
Or should I say, Inebriated Gentlemen Officers of the NWC!
I know that your livers are screaming in protest from all of the alcohol being consumed in celebration of the recent promotions and medals for many of the fine officers of the Coalition Armies, but your livers will just have to tough it out a bit longer, because I have my own announcements to add to those which have already been made.
Please join me in congratulating the newest Captain in the Brunswick Brigade, Omar Quatar! Rumor has it that he wrestled a grizzly bear to the ground with his bare hands and held him there with his knee until he could install a tracking device in the poor creature's ear. Now I admit that there are perhaps easier ways to discover the location of large stashes of honey, but as Captain Quatar once told me when asked, "Such ways are for sissies and Frenchmen!" Who was I to argue?
I would also like to extend a very special congratulations to a Hanoverian officer of whom I am particularly proud, Major Thomas David Phillips. For his exemplary performance in the Club's first Struggle of Nations Tournament, a journey which led him all the way to the Final Round, Generaal Bijl has seen fit to convey nothing less than the Army Gold Cross to this fine representative of the mighty, and irrepressible, Anglo-Allied Army. Congratulations to the Hanoverian "Falke"!
[Yes, Helga, please charge these rounds to the accounts of the Marshals Blackburn and Bardin. As they are both already running tabs, I see no earthly reason why we should complicate your paperwork this evening.
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