Napoleonic Wargame Club (NWC)

"Is that your tally against the French this summer, FM Seeney", asks the Coalition Army's Chief of Staff. "I suppose it must be as I know that I have personally registered at least one Major Victory this summer for the Coalition myself. Actually two, I believe."



"There is nothing really tough about the Frenchies, Cliff. Well except parting them from their Barbie dolls as you ship them off to prison camps. That does tend to be a traumatic scene."

Some of the older ones are rather tough as I had to use a steak knife rather then my favorite salad fork.

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Field Marshal Mark Nelms

"Surely it is not I, my dear Feldmarschal", replies the Hanoverian Guardsman as he grimaces at the sight of one French officer painting the nails of yet a second French officer, "as my duties to the army require an inordinate amount of paperwork which necessarily precludes me from taking the field as much as I might prefer. No sir, I believe my recommendation for the honor would be the good Prussian General Fredel. He is well known to be quite formidible, and strictly tends to the business of putting the Parisian Mob in its proper place. Why I am not certain that he has ever even had the time to spare for a drink in our beloved tavern, so dedicated is he to the martial aspect of our cause."



The Hanoverian General pauses to down a shot glass of Jager, and allow his vocal chords a moment to recover from the shock.



"Besides", he continues, "it is well known that Hanoverians are harmless, as once proclaimed by Marechal Bardon, the renowned Commander of the Ogre's Imperial Guard. As such, it must necessarily be true. Nothing whatsoever to fear from us."



"A steak knife, you say", says the Hanoverian officer as he turns to address Field Marshal Nelms. "Gad, sir, but that is tough. It surely must have been one of the Frenchies who had spent too much time in his tanning bed."