Glaring Hanoverian flaws....
I cannot picture it. Some concepts are nearly impossible to grasp.
The truth is that there is a Hanoverian Guardsman that patrols these battlefields in search of the opportunity for the single shot that will end the Ogre's depredations against all mankind...
...but that officer is not this Club's President. He is, in fact, the Chief of Staff of the mighty Anglo-Allied Army, and his coat is indeed a magnificent shade of crimson.
The civilian that was elected by the members of this club to serve wears no such coat, and knows no such allegiance. That civilian is a member of our club just like, and certainly no better than, any other member of our club. In his eyes, every one of us is a kindred spirit, a fellow gamer, and a person of great value. All of us are equals, although each of us is invaluably unique.
Thank you for the appreciation of my efforts for our club that the few of you have here expressed. Your kind words stand starkly in contrast to what I have grown more accustomed to seeing as of late, and every one of them is greatly appreciated.
Which is not to say that the Hanoverian in me will ever cease to honorably capture every baton, standard, and sword that a Frenchman would raise against the divine right of legitimate rule.
The Civilian loyally serves the Membership; the Hanoverian unfailingly serves his King; both sincerely appreciate all of the officers of the NWC, whatever country they choose to represent. Honor knows no national boundaries.
I hope that each of you spent a wonderful Easter Holiday with your friends and families.
A toast to our Club! May it ever prosper, grow, and improve through the efforts of its fine members.
