With my head hung down I managed to walk into this pit of vipers. The French with their tails wagging to and fro for their master the Nap! I looked towards their Knights in Gold armor the one that sent my new master back to Berlin with 75% of his men. This is a out rage I thought to my self 75% of his men unable to continue the fight because of victory point that are unbelievable low 1000 for major victory for an army of 90,000 plus men. Bar keep(spit) (you fat French lackey) I 'am off the wagon a double rum 
An not one of these so called fancy dandies will meet me with a combine Allied Army but that Dutchman of the Guard (salute) one noble man in the whole bunch of lap dogs
(slightly high) As I left the pit of vipers and was on my way to my foyer. A French carrier spotted me and handed me a massage! To my my surprise?
Before I could open the letter from that home-grenouille courier, my eyes and my sword hand went to the rider dress in black ! My word the "Black menace" ! "Mon ami I said what the pleasure of your company". He said that he wanted me to spend the week at his humble domicile 
Before I was able to get comfortable at Monsieur Peters humble abode, I open the note. It read continue to the front your challenge is met. A courier from my Field Marshal stated we shall join the Allies in a new advance on the French Emperor. 
Over the road to war, over the trail of death, over the hill we go!
Marching from the west is our Allies headed towards victory or death. Over the hills and over the land Fro Portugal and Spain to Flanders fields we go the 27th foot.
from the south they come, over the hill and far away though Flanders field we go when King George calls we reply over the hill and far away.
