Colonial Campaigns Club (CCC)

Greetings All and Sundry,

As I debarked the HMS <i>Whigkiller </i>in Charleston harbor, I gave my aide, Jessup, a right boot on his backside knocking him down the gangplank. Imagine the idiocy of the man, having failed to ensure my trusty charger, Conrad, was not at the docks! Let alone leaving my Green Tunic in the hold! I must make haste, back to the encampment of the British Legion Cavalry. Insurgencies don't put themselves down! Its all well and good finagling and conspiring against the Frogs under the gaze of the Sublime Porte in Istanbul, but I'm quite glad to leave the wogs behind. Nothing is quite as satisfying as knocking about a gaggle of bumpkin farmboys on ploughhorses playing "So-jer" in the Carolina pine country!

Any nose-spelunking, slack-jawed, slope-foreheaded colonial bumpkins, gin loving heathen savages or Garlic-drenched Frog eyed for the straight guy "messieurs" who would like to embrace the wrong end of a bramble brushed thrashing, please email the Commander at his tent at: <u>navaronegun@hotmail.com</u>

As well, all hors d' combat which were put on hold are welcomingly rejoined at your (you know who you are)conveniance.

I Homecomingly Remain,