Congratulations, Chas!
If you accumulate enough medals, like our British hero FM Moss, the French will simply stare at them until their eyes fill with tears, fear overcomes them, and they drop their weapons and flee back to the solace of their mommies, or any warm lady of ill repute that they may first happen upon along the way.
And Heaven forbid if they drop thier sticks in their panicked flight...
A round here for my brother in arms, all on the venerable Field Marshall's tab of course.
