Napoleonic Wargame Club (NWC)

The Hanoverian Colonel known as ‘Der Lowe’ actually felt sorry for the newly appointed Ensign. He had seen the look before on the face of many young, untested officers. He knew the look very well. It was the look of fear.

“Vell”, said the Jager officer known as ‘Der Wurger’ as he drummed his fingertips on the tabletop, “Ve are vaiting, ja”.

“I am not certain he has the courage”, said the Lieutenant who commanded the Verden Field Battalion.

“I think he does, Sir Rat”, replied the Major General. “He is just more intelligent than most. After the experience of the first shot, he suspects what is coming next.”

Dang, that still burns, thought the newly commissioned Ensign, and they expect me to do it again! It was all he could do to keep his hand from visibly trembling as he slowly raised the shot glass of Jagermeister to his lips. Meeting the patient, blue gaze of his commanding officer, he tipped the glass and swallowed the contents in one gulp.

Gott im Himmel! The shot glass clattered to the tavern floor as the young Ensign virtually leapt straight up from his seat, overturning his chair in the process. The pain was clearly evident on the young man’s face as he began to dance around the room, leaping over every obstacle in his path with great agility, before settling into a corner and head butting the tavern walls in his attempt to alleviate his anguish.

“Well, what do we call him, gentlemen”, asked the Major General as he watched his newest officer cavort around the room.

“He reminds me auf das Kininchen mit de vay in vitch he leaps”, said Der Wurger.

“And he obviously has a hard head like you , sir”, said Die Ratte as he grins at his Commanding officer.

“I know what we should call him”, said Die Lowe. “What about Der Wolpertinger?”

“Yes, I like it”, said the Major General. “The body of a rabbit, the horns of a deer, and the fangs of a Hanoverian Warrior. Der Wolpertinger it is then!”


Gentlemen Officers of the NWC:

Please join me in welcoming our newest Hanoverian officer, Philippe Divine, to his commission as the Commanding Officer of the Luneburg Light Battalion.

Cheers, Philippe!

The Tirailleur sat in his chair at the table, joined by the scribe who was sketching the activities enlivening the scene across the common room.

He laughed at the sight of Josephine come running back to shelter in the shadows behind them. She had been edging ever closer to the cavorting crowd of officers, cat eyes upon the Shrike.
But, when the one they were calling der Wolpertinger did his alcohol fueled dervish-like prance about the room, the cat had quickly raced through the tumble of feet, narrowly avoiding her tail being stomped upon.

The Tirailleur wondered at the timeless custom of initiation the truly mad Hanoverians practiced. He sipped from his own glass of wine, bemused at the sight of the ensign head butting the walls.

Nonetheless, for all of the bizarre antics which that sacred band of comrades-in-arms were wont to engage themselves, there was no denying the full fury of their courage and skill upon the battle maps of Europa.

"Welcome Philippe, may the taste of the Jagermeister never grow upon you.

Regards,

Bah, ha, ha...... Das ist Wunderbar! Bah, ha, ha....

Hee, hee, hee, I thought some might wet themselves as he happed towards them. Bah, ha, ha....

Aunch, Gott im Himmel! Mein Glass is empty!

Wo ist Helga? Helga, Helga meine Schotz? ..... Was? Sie sind nicht heir?

(Getting up, Der Wurger heads to the bar)

Barkeep! Mehr Bier Heir!

Mehr Bier Heir? Vhy, das machts mir think of ein Lied!

Bier heir, Bier heir, oder ich fall um, juchhe!
Bier heir, Bier heir, oder ich fall um!
Soll das Bier im Keller liegen
Und ich hier die Ohnmacht kriegen?
Bier heir, Bier heir, oder ich fall um!

Bier heir, Bier heir, oder ich fall um, juchhe!
Bier heir, Bier heir, oder ich fall um!
Wenn ich nicht gleich Bier bekumm,
Schmeiß ich die ganze Kneipe um! Drum:
Bier heir, Bier heir, oder ich fall um!

Wein heir, Wein heir, oder ich fall um, juchhe!
Wein heir, Wein heir, oder ich fall um!
Soll der Wein im Keller liegen
Und ich Rheumatismus kriegen?
Wein her, Wein her, oder ich fall um!

Mein Herrn, (Lifting his glass high) Wilkommen to Herr Divine

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Sir,

Welcome to our insanity......................

A very warm welcome to you Philippe!

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General Lamezec
IVème Corps

I would hope a moderator would remove the former Marechels post.

Even the "Rat" tries to be civil.

Welcome to the Hanoverian Brigade, Philippe.

Fear not, the Brigade is not as wild as it appears. We only partake in our jager on days that end with the letter y.

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Feldmarschall Dale Fürst Lastowicka von Galizien und Lodomerien
Grenzer Regiment Wallachia-Illyria Nr. 13
2. Leichte Brigade
Avant Garde Division
Österreichische Imperiale Armeekorps
Coalition Army

Thank you General Lamezec.

Sonntag
Montag
Dienstag
Mittwoch
Donnerstag
Freitag
Samstag

Hmmm....nary a 'y' to be seen in the lot. Sounds like you all must've dried up and gone sober.

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Marechal Jeff Bardon
Duc de Castiglione et Prince de Wagram
Commandant de la Garde Imperiale

Hey, wait just a dang minute!

Jeff, it is very easy to see how you managed to rise to the exhalted rank of Marechal of the Empire. Very excellent, sir! I did not see that one coming, and I even speak German.

Jeff is just mad becuase his Patriots lost.

Philippe, we are glad to have you here.

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Field Marshal Sir Edward Blackburn, 1st Duke of Aberdeen K.G.
85th (Buck's Light Volunteers) Regiment of Foot
16th British Brigade
7th Division
III (Peninsular) Corps
2nd Battalion, Coldstream Regiment of Foot Guards