"I didn't even know we had a 'Juliet'", replied the Hanoverian Commander to his trusted Jager commander better known as Der Wurger.
"Ja, mein General", replied Der Wurger. "She vas a rather stunning redhead."
"Hmmm, redhead, eh", mused the Brigadier. "I tell you honestly, Captain, we have so many beautiful women who are enthralled by our officers that I tend to lose track of them all. So the 'Sharpshooting Serpents of France' have a penchant for redheads, eh? Interesting. And you say they deposited the Prussian General Ludwig on our doorstep as well, trussed up like a Christmas goose? Oh, how embarrassing that must be. Well, by all means see to it that he is freed at once. I suppose we can crack open a few of those beers the Frenchies left behind. With enough of those in his system, he might even find it in his heart to forgive their indiscretion."
"Jawohl, mein General", replied Der Wurger, "I vill see dat Herr Ludwig is untied und I vill share mit him der Bier, Ja? I vould sing him ein Leid, but mein throat ist ein bit scratchy at der moment."
"Ah, my good Captain", said the Hanoverian Brigadier, "a scratchy throat is quite easily overcome. There is not a germ in the world that long survive a few shots of Jagermeister."
