<font color="beige"><b>The tavern door opens and the rush of chilly night air carries the particular odor of cigar smoke, horse sweat and damp leather as the commander of The Calvert Line enters.
The aging general scans the room....several blue and gray clad figures are face down on tables and snoring contently, the only sign of life, Claude is busily cleaning up from the recent festivities.
"Well Claude seems I'm late as usual...if Brig.General Spitz's tab is still hold'n up I'll take a bottle of your finest and do some celebrating myself."
The general takes a silver flask from his vest pocket and carefully fills it from the bottle. Spying the newly minted General Spitz awaking from his slumber, he lifts the flask in a toast "Congratulations Bill......he takes a healthy swallow then returns the flask to his pocket. Standing to leave "excuse me gentlemen, my command is marching at day break and there is still much to do, we'll have to do this again some time"[:D]</b></font id="beige">
<center> <font color="beige"><b>Maj.Gen. R.A.Weir </b></font id="beige">
<font color="blue"><font size="4">AoA Chief of Staff</font id="size4"></font id="blue">
<b>ACWGC Cabinet Member</b>
<font color="yellow">THE CALVERT LINE</font id="yellow">
<font color="beige"><b>4th ENGINEERS
2nd - II
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