To All: Esteemed Nobles of the Realm of His Britannic Majesty, Good Gentlemen of who have chosen the Profession of Arms, Yankee milishy who would be dangerous if they knew as much about Military affaires as they do about usury, Heathen savages who paint their bums blue and run around the forest in a vain attempt to cure a case of influenza, Fruity Gallic dilettantes perpetually on a quest for that perfect shade of lavender for the foyer,
Salutations,
From British Legion Cavalry Headquarters, Lieutenant Patrick Mullen commanding:
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<b>Colours have been Captured!</b>
Unfortunately they are our own.
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I have had to give the Regiment’s Colours to General d' Armee Garry Cope due to yet another family obligation, to wit:
Whilst perusing my Father’s, Major General Redmond Mullen (ret.), collected accounts, dispatches, and correspondences regarding the recent absolute thorough trouncing of the Gallic types in the Seven Years’ War in these colonies, I have found, to my dismay, that I owe the Mssr l’ General d' Armee a “debt of honourâ€