"Major"!
"Yes mon Général"!
"Check the asset"!
"One, two, three...seven, eight... eleven, twelve. All present and correct Sir".
"Thank you Major. Excellent, it appears that our little ruse de guerre out foxed those tiresome Cossacks in their "targeted" strike. What I would give to see their faces when they open up their prize cask, only to find the soiled undergarments and socks of Corporal Le Pétomane and his hard marching troop, floating about on the surface of last nights laundry water. I must remember to thank the good Corporal for his sacrifice.
You would think that these supposedly wily brigands would have recognised the signs of deception. Do they believe that any old "intelligence" that is handed to them on a plate is genuine. The sight of our brave Frenchmen "scattering like chickens", no resolute defence of the compound and only a token shot fired should all of pointed to the fact that this was a meticulously planned subterfuge. This episode has put a smile on the faces of every soldier and our Esprit de Corps could not be higher.
I admit that I was a little surprised by their use of a twelve gun battery of unicorns to blast a hole in the paper thin walled enclosure, however they are well known for their overbearing bluster.
Eye witnesses have remarked on the state of the Tavern's floor following the entrance of a rather outlandishly and futuristically dressed Cossack, I would like to think that any self respecting soldier of La Grande Armée would clean his boots before making an entrance. How do they manage to get their boots so dirty any way? Perhaps they should invest in bigger ponies".
That Cossack chief pictured looks like he is drinking Brandy, which is a poor substitute for whisky. Is he any relation to our good friend Professor Dumbledore?
I think that on this occasion the unseen but often heard hero that is the good General-Mayor Tartyshev will be rather pleased to have eluded recognition for the effectiveness of this night time raid.
Come Major, secure the asset and let's be on our way".
My warmest regards to you General-Mayor Tartyshev.
Bravo! Your literary skills bring a smile to my face.
