G’day messieurs, just popping in from the campaign trail for a quick brew.
Garson, a round of your cheapest red wine for any who’ll drink it.
I’ve been with the French army now for over a month, maneuvering on the Rhine, with several of my fellow French officers, to great success. The fraus were pretty, in a rather German sort of way, and the beer was tasty and comes in big steins!
Greetings to my corp commander, General P Russo, for introducing me to my new command, and demonstrating how incompetent the Allied troops are at Pirmasens and Nereshiem. Also General de Brigade Ray Bursch and Capitaine Fred Edens for our continuing struggles at Messkirch and Valmy.
The only dark point was an article I found, claiming that I’d abandoned my post in the King of England’s service, and that there’s now a bounty on my head. If captured I’ll be transported to the penal settlement on Norfolk Island, a beautifull place, but home to a rather horrid gaol. Still, not to worry, those cowardly Coalition chaps have so far declined to meet me in open battle, so I seem to be at little risk.
Apparently though, the republic that I signed up to fight for is no more.
Napoleon took a look at all the graft and corruption in Paris, decided he wasn’t getting his fair share, and has taken over the whole show. Not only that, he obviously felt that pillaging France wasn’t enough and is trying to expand the franchise across all of Europe. Must say, he’s a man after my own heart and I admire his ambition.
Now he’s started handing out titles, like francs at a cheap Paris brothel, and has stated “Every French soldier carries a marshal’s baton in his knapsack.”
Well I, for one, have always fancied the idea of being a count or a duke, or even a prince or a king, and am determined to start my rapid and inevitable rise up the ranks. Stuff liberty, equality, and fraternity, a Marshals baton for me!
Any coalition officer looking to be a stepping stone in my career, and becoming a footnote in history, look me up in the Opponents Wanted room next door.
Some more cheap wine for my good friends garson.
