It had been quiet day on Belmont Isle until the long roll called the small garrison to form up. Amid the noise and bustle, officers, ncos, and the other ranks speculated on why they had been called to fall in. Was it a drill or a real alarm? Then, as the garrison was formed up and quiet, they could hear the approaching sound of drums and voices singing:
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To be continued....
Born and raised in the suburbs of Montreal 7 decades ago. Began playing with toy soldiers at 5 years. Started painting & converting at about 12 yrs and wargaming about 15 yrs. Never really stopped.
5 years in the Black Watch of Canada Cadets, 5 years at the Collège militaire royal de Saint-Jean followed by 4 in the navy. 25 years with CPC in IT simultaneous with 23 years running a boarding kennel. Inherited my love of toy soldiers from my mother's father. Married with a pack of litle Italian Greyhounds and a cat. Prematurely retired and enjoying leisure to game, maintaining our 170 yr old farmhouse and just living.
So we don’t think it’s carol singers then?
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ReplyDeleteOh! The greenery! Liquid water! Palm trees!
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