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Post by Chørd on Sept 25, 2012 10:53:23 GMT -5
To avoid any possible arguments with his brother (which were bound to occur) Matthew stayed towards the back of his company as the column marched. The grenadier and light infantry companies were missing from the unit, along with one or two of the regular ones, for they had been posted elsewhere, leaving the remaining two or so companies to march alone.
Matthew's horse was surprisingly calm today - though that could be down to the summer afternoon heat having mellowed it - and the men moved with a brisk pace in an attempt to make up for time lost that morning when the start to the march was delayed by a few disruptions. The going was easy, and the occasional tune that the bandsmen piped up kept spirits high, despite the swarm of flies that seemed to be plaguing the regiment today.
Every one that landed on Matthew or his horse he made an effort to swat at, though the majority got away. The 'mission' kept him occupied as he rode along, and distracted him from his thoughts and his boredom. His horse looked up every so often with ears pricked, but continued walking along, tail swishing at the midges that landed on its hindquarters.
The next time its head rose, however, it stopped in its tracks, nostrils flared slightly, until it shied away in fear as the tell-tale crackle of musket fire rang out and one of the soldiers in front fell.
There was a brief moment of confusion and hesitation amongst the men and officers, before more musket fire erupted from the surrounding tree line, and the sergeants ordered the men to about face, load their own weapons, and fire at the hidden enemy, though not without receiving a few casualties in the meantime. [/size] |
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Post by Drunk Pasty on Sept 25, 2012 11:05:45 GMT -5
It was a fair evening. The sun was slightly obscured by a cloud as Dewi drunk from his canteen. The 7th dragoons had been resting for a while. They had stumbled upon a small clean pond. He had let the troops rest and some officers bathed in the pond. The horses however were feeding.
" Major?" Dewi asked the man next to him.
" Yes sir?"
" Are you scared of death?"
" Of course not sir, why woul-" The sound of musket fire was heard from over the ridge, most officers were pulled out of the pond, jackets half on. Most had their helmets tied to the saddles, but Dewi insisted on them being in full uniform for any conflicts. He always said ; To die in rags is one thing, to die in glory and uniform is another. He kicked his horse into motion, he was to lead the charge.
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