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"Dieu ne pas pour le gros battalions, mais pour sequi teront le meilleur." - Voltaire
" God is not on the side of the big battalions, but of the best shots."
Because history teachers need reenactment experience!
Also, random conversations at Waterloo, according to (Sharpe's) Waterloo by Bernhard Cornwell...
‘You claim there’s a more tedious game than cricket?’ D’Alembord did not want to think about fuses or shells.
Price nodded. ‘Have you ever seen men play golf?’
D‘Alembord shook his head. Off to his left he could see French skirmishers advancing among the Hanoverian dead towards La Haye Sainte. The distinctive sound of rifle-fire betrayed that the farm’s garrison had seen the danger, then the French muskets began to add their own smoke to the battle’s fog. ‘I’ve never seen golf being played,’ d’Alembord said. The effort of controlling his fear made his voice sound very stilted, like a man rehearsing a strange language. ‘It’s a Scottish game, isn’t it?’
‘It’s a bloody weird Scottish game.’ Price blinked and swallowed as a roundshot went foully close, fanning both men with the wind of its passing. ‘You hit a small ball with a bent stick until you get it near a rabbit hole. Then you tap it into the hole, fish it out, and hit it towards another hole.’
D‘Alembord looked at his friend who was keeping a very straight face. ‘You’re inventing this, Harry. You’re making it up just to make me feel better.’
Harry Price shook his head. ‘God’s honour, Peter. I might not have mastered the finer points of the game, but I saw a man with a beard playing it near Troon.’
Also... (edit)
*FLAILS FLAILS*
The JC teachers need new mugs!!!
afra_schatz "Dieu ne pas pour le gros battalions, mais pour sequi teront le meilleur." - Voltaire
" God is not on the side of the big battalions, but of the best shots."
Because history teachers need reenactment experience!
Also, random conversations at Waterloo, according to (Sharpe's) Waterloo by Bernhard Cornwell...
‘You claim there’s a more tedious game than cricket?’ D’Alembord did not want to think about fuses or shells.
Price nodded. ‘Have you ever seen men play golf?’
D‘Alembord shook his head. Off to his left he could see French skirmishers advancing among the Hanoverian dead towards La Haye Sainte. The distinctive sound of rifle-fire betrayed that the farm’s garrison had seen the danger, then the French muskets began to add their own smoke to the battle’s fog. ‘I’ve never seen golf being played,’ d’Alembord said. The effort of controlling his fear made his voice sound very stilted, like a man rehearsing a strange language. ‘It’s a Scottish game, isn’t it?’
‘It’s a bloody weird Scottish game.’ Price blinked and swallowed as a roundshot went foully close, fanning both men with the wind of its passing. ‘You hit a small ball with a bent stick until you get it near a rabbit hole. Then you tap it into the hole, fish it out, and hit it towards another hole.’
D‘Alembord looked at his friend who was keeping a very straight face. ‘You’re inventing this, Harry. You’re making it up just to make me feel better.’
Harry Price shook his head. ‘God’s honour, Peter. I might not have mastered the finer points of the game, but I saw a man with a beard playing it near Troon.’
Also... (edit)
*FLAILS FLAILS*
The JC teachers need new mugs!!!
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AND I WANT ALL THOSE MUGS!!!!!
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*CHEERS*
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The second one, can I order that reading "I might look like I'm working but in my head I'm writing porn"? Because that is a pretty accurate description of my last 24 hours. (Occasionally "reading" instead of "writing" but yeah).
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Hm, I'm pretty sure if you go to one of these printing shops they'd bee happy to make you one ;)