Napoleonic Wargame Club (NWC)

Oh, so it's singing you want. Well, why didn't you just say so?

Ignore the "Coalition Rabble" indeed!

(in very hushed tones, outside the entry door to the Rhine Tavern, a rat in the bushes heard)

"Shhh, shhh, mein sweet, einer moment mehr...... Back, back,....Ach ja! almost.... Oh, Oh, ....das vill be zuper!... Heee, heee, ...oh, Oh, wunderbar!!!..... "

While inside, the creme of La Grande Grongard... ah, Armee, sorry sit about drinking danty glasses of wine and champagne while they discuss what might be the latest hair styles in Paris. But, there is one amoungst their midst that senses a change in the air The cat Josephine, looked about for a corner to scurry to as her primal nature was drawing her keen senses to the front door. Alas, no one else took notice.
Herr Marechal Kling suggested a night of singing , and the congregation of the senior officers then stumbled into a discussion as to what, pray tell, they might sing , who would lead the singing and who would get the honor to sing soprano

Meanwhile.... at the font door......the whispering continues....

"Stelle! Stelle!...... Oh, oh, ja, das ist die beste!... Almost, all most.....


Then in a loud cry......"Jetzt!!!!"


The door to the Tavern came blasting off it's hinges into the room, causing the barmaids to scream as one. General Jones almost spit his current mouthful of his precious Jagar Meister across the room , the French Marechals all jumped up, flipping their table over as they pulled their hand mirrors to check their hair, not noticing the batons falling upon the floor.

With all the screeching and hubhub, a sound was carrying in thru the door, yes, it is a sound that some in the Tavern have heard before..... "O,le,O le, ... O, le O le hooo!...O, le, O le, O le, O le de hoo..." As a figure rode his mount, his singing mount into the room

Oh Ja mein Kinder, Der Wurger is in der Haus....


"Herr Marechal Kling, I haf brought mein famous singing mount (O, le O le) to celebrate the promotions of(O le O le hoo) your fine French offizers!"

"Salute Mein Herrn Marechals" "Sssh, ssshh, das ist enough now mein pet" said Der Wurger as he dismounted the animal and handed the reins to a stable boy that lead it away back to the stables. "Ach, look at this mess . Herr Barkeep, I shall repay you fur the damages", but, Der Wurger opened his purse and saw only moths fly out as he turned it over. "Mein Gott! Ich habe kein Geld Vell, Herr barkeep will two wagons of French supplies cover the costs? Ach ja, I got them from der Saxons at Grossbeeren ..Wunderbar!!!"

"Helga, Helga,.... ja,ja, genau! ... Ja, I apologies, ....jetzt kann ich ein Bier haben, bitte ...Wunderbar!"

"So, es ist too quiet, wir muss singen!"

"Ja,ja Herr Marechal Kling, genau .... eine Frenchy Lied...."

Les rois d'Egypte et de Syrie,
Voulaient qu'on embaumât leurs corps,
Pour durer plus longtemps morts.
Quelle folie!

Buvons donc selon notre envie,
Il faut boire et reboire encore.
Buvons donc toute notre vie,
Embaumons-nous avant la mort.
Embaumons-nous;
Que ce baume est doux.

Congratulation eins mehr, gentlemen
I raise mein glass to you!

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Brilliant that's funny . The Hanoverians are certainly in fine form tonight. Helga 3 bottles of Jager on my tab.

Now where is my mirror my plume got a little bent from that door crash I thought it was Muddy on his infernal horse for a second. Ahh look my uniform is resplendent as ever, and my sword at least as sharp as the Hanoverians wit.

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Marechal Knox

Prince d'Austerlitz et Comte d'Argentan
Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur

"What is history but a fable agreed upon"