The ladies behind the bar as one look to the door......young officers reach for their swords, only to be held back by the more veteran British officers among them. Can it be ???????? Tell me it is not so !!!!!! My god, look. it <b>IS</b> him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
A gold coach with 8 white horses pulls up outside the Tavern and four servants jump down to open the door and roll out the red carpet, each one of them bedecked in silk and feathers that would have made a flock of pink flamingoes look like a pack of seagulls. A jeweled shoe is the first thing the crowd see as one they call his name. " Eugene, Eugene, look its Eugene back from..............where hell has he been ???????"
Eugene alights from the coach and walks into the dark Tavern but not before turning and giving the adoring crowd one last wave with his silk hanky and throwing them some gold coins. Turning around Eugene boldly walks up to the bar and in a voice that would have stopped a......errr.......small child in her tracks orders a drink for all in the house.
<b><i>I have returned.</i></b>
New e mail address in my profile guys......[:)]
<b><i>Marechal Eugène</i>
Comte de la Vendée,
Duc de Francfort
Les Companies d'Artillerie de
l'Infanterie de la Vieille Garde.
ex Armée Commander
L'Armée du Rhin</b>
