Congratulations, Al!
Alas, my poor bruised Lieutenant. I have spoken with him about this and his morale remains high. I have found that the only way to truly defeat a man is to irrevocably break his spirit. At that point, he will embark on a journey to continually defeat himself. Lieutenant Peccolo's spirit has not dimmed in the least, I am glad to say. It is a simple matter of having that fine German Swordsmith of Sir Muddy's forge him a new blade and he will be right back in the thick of things summarily dispatching his ememies to the abyss.
Oh, by the way, if you want to just trade Mike's sword for the one of yours that Helga is currently holding, that would be OK by me. I don't keep them anyway. Well, only long enough to register them with Army Command.

I must say that those Russian chaps of yours are stalwart indeed! Despite my rather abrupt appearance and initial rough handling, your Grenadiers are still standing the field nearly to the man. I expected a bit more panic than that. Hmmmm, I suppose I shall have to carefully look at this next turn to see what I can do to put real fear into them. My thinking right now is to cart forward a large tub of soapy, warm water and place it plainly in thier Line of Sight. The idea that they might be forced to take a bath is sure to precipitate a headlong rout don't you think?
I would, however, like to examine Stephane's blade for bit. I have the feeling it is quite sharp and, having used Scenario #55 for at least three of his training games, I am sure he knows every nook and cranny in which to hide. Counted out all movements as well I am sure. Ah, it is not too often that this old Hanoverian places his head in a noose, but I suppose stranger things can happen.
