The new lineup of The 42nd makes its way down the street. From left to right, John, Alistair, Jack, new man Andrew, and Iain lead the way for some Russkies and Rifles.

The 42nd Forms Square (ok, rectangle) with some other Coalition Troops to frighten away the French Horse, and one very loud rooster... or was it a roaster?.

John and a Kiev Grenadier trying to decide if they REALLY want to jump over the fence

With the parlay in progress, we wait at the end of the battle for the eventual looting of bodies. Just our luck; the only monsieur had an empty pack.

With the battle over. it's time for some bevies. Yes, we kept Andrew teatottle... at least I think we did...

Jack tucks intae his chicken dinner, to the concern of an officer of Rifles.