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Veteran
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Mount&Musket: The First Strike
Prologue- The year is 1803 and Napoleon Bonaparte of France has been crowned Emperor Napoleon by Pope Pius the X. Napoleon a smart and defiant man indeed has plans for France and for Europe. His great lust for power and self-concern made him a man to fear, but yet a man whom many would fight for and love as their king. After he was declared king and held the power to wield his country he put his war knowledge into action, the action that affected all of Europe, and the world. This action alone would affect four young men. The Boys all the age of 22 are, Charlie of Britain, Pierre of France, Franz of Prussia, and Krum of Russia. The war will change their life forever. The war will not only affect the life of the boys, but many families will be desecrated by it as well. Whole families will be torn apart, due to deaths and injury. Those who enlist go through painstaking work. The average enlistee will carry a musket that weighs from 15-20 pounds, musket balls, a powder horn, shovels, clothing, and food. Total weight can reach from 45-65 pounds. On top of the amount of weight they must march. The march can last hours, it can last days. Breaks for eating and rest are slim, and only officers get decent rations. About 35% of every death in a Regiment is due to illness, or disease. It’s a feat most will never face, but this war thousands will.
Chapter 1- “Rise to fight the enemies of our great nation of France!” yelled the town crier. “All men of good physical stature who do not currently perfect a task of aiding his Emperous army are called to enlist! The Town crier a man of reasonable height and width looked defiantly at the mixed group of commoners. He curled his lip and shouted “Is there no willing man that will come forth to fight under his majesties command!” Neither a man nor women stirred. The crier done with his task silently walked off the town’s center platform and to his horse. As he lazily pushed himself onto the horse’s rubbery old saddle a young man approached him. “Sir, I’d like to speak with you. My name is Pierre, I wish to enlist.” Ah said the crier. “Then why do you hold your tongue when I spoke?” I did not wish for people to know, said Pierre. “The people here are not fond of the Emperor. I would look like a traitor to my people.” Hmm said the crier. “I will let you enlist then. You will need to sign here and here, and then follow me to the barracks down the road.” Pierre signed in the according places, and then as they walked towards the barracks slipped a black hood over his face, knowing he could not be seen in his home town again.
The road to the barracks was relatively short. The crier and Pierre talked, had a couple laughs and spoke about the war. Pierre learned that the crier himself was a military man. He was a Captain in the 43e Regiment de Ligne. Or the (43rd Regiment of Line). He was removed from his position because of his actions with a large crime group called the Vindictive Eye. The Vindictive Eye was a very large mob that caused over 100 deaths in Paris during a brawl between a French soldier and an Eye member. Pierre was surprised to hear this, and even more to see that this man was still alive today for the crimes he had a hand in. As they turned a corner Pierre could see the barracks. It was a large tower about 3 stories high, and was made of a granite, limestone mix. It had two windows, and a small attic in the top. As they neared the door a Guard stood in front of them. The guard wore a blue tunic and a cylinder looking hat. On his right arm stood out three gold bars. Pierre knew this meant he was a Sergeant. He was most likely the head guard on patrol at the moment, and he didn’t seem to care that Pierre was accompanied by the crier. The Guard also had a small pipe witch was inscribed with a French flag. After taking a breath of his pipe turned to Pierre and with a deep voice demanded “What brings you to Karaington Barracks?” I wish to enlist with the French army sir, said Pierre. After saying this, the Guard slowly took another breath of his pipe. As he blew out the remaining tobacco and soot, it took the formation of a circle. It expanded to an immense size then diapered within the air. “So ye want to enlist eh? Then follow me and be sure to leave your filthy boots outside.” As they walked into the building the crier said his goodbyes to Pierre and left the barracks.
The inside of the barracks much like the outside was big. It looked very clean and only a few recently eaten out of dishes scattered the room. There were many more rooms than Pierre could see on the outside. There were three cabin rooms for sleeping, a Prison, and a large center room for dining and socializing. On the walls were pictures of Napoleon. Pierre had never seen Napoleon before, but in this picture he saw a man of small height, but yet a good built body. He rode a black horse with a red saddle. “Come over here!” demanded the Guard. Before I get you into your uniform, I best introduce myself. I am the Barrack’s head guard. I am Sergeant Roddin of the 6e Regiment de Ligne, 2nd Company. I have been stationed here after the commanding officer Lt. Jerda had died. He was shot in a armed robbery down at the Inn. So lad what is your name? “Sir my name is Pierre; I came to join the war effort to fight for France.” Said Pierre. As Pierre explained himself to Roddin another guard came down from the 2nd floor. He had the same uniform as Pierre and his uniform had no bars. “Ah there you are Private Kaiden. said Sergeant Roddin. “I’ll need you to show Private Pierre here how to load, fire, and reload a musket. Ill be sending him on up to the nearest battalion the IVe Infantry Battalion. Sir Yes sir! yelled Private Kaiden. Private Kaiden then motioned Pierre closer to him and lead him out the door to the firing range behind the barracks. Pierre never had experience using a musket or even a pistol. It took time to get it down but he was able to get it in a few hours. When he had finished he went to sleep and thought about how things would be at his new battalion and what would await him.
Chapter 2- As the war raged on nations all over Europe, people of Prussia were on the bitter end of the deal. They had lost many battles before with france in past wars and still used old tactics and weapons. A lad named Franz thought of his nation as a tide turner for the Coalition.
This Book is Copyrighted, Any and all material and info used from this book must be passed by the owner.
Mount&Musket: The First Strike
Prologue- The year is 1803 and Napoleon Bonaparte of France has been crowned Emperor Napoleon by Pope Pius the X. Napoleon a smart and defiant man indeed has plans for France and for Europe. His great lust for power and self-concern made him a man to fear, but yet a man whom many would fight for and love as their king. After he was declared king and held the power to wield his country he put his war knowledge into action, the action that affected all of Europe, and the world. This action alone would affect four young men. The Boys all the age of 22 are, Charlie of Britain, Pierre of France, Franz of Prussia, and Krum of Russia. The war will change their life forever. The war will not only affect the life of the boys, but many families will be desecrated by it as well. Whole families will be torn apart, due to deaths and injury. Those who enlist go through painstaking work. The average enlistee will carry a musket that weighs from 15-20 pounds, musket balls, a powder horn, shovels, clothing, and food. Total weight can reach from 45-65 pounds. On top of the amount of weight they must march. The march can last hours, it can last days. Breaks for eating and rest are slim, and only officers get decent rations. About 35% of every death in a Regiment is due to illness, or disease. It’s a feat most will never face, but this war thousands will.
Chapter 1- “Rise to fight the enemies of our great nation of France!” yelled the town crier. “All men of good physical stature who do not currently perfect a task of aiding his Emperous army are called to enlist! The Town crier a man of reasonable height and width looked defiantly at the mixed group of commoners. He curled his lip and shouted “Is there no willing man that will come forth to fight under his majesties command!” Neither a man nor women stirred. The crier done with his task silently walked off the town’s center platform and to his horse. As he lazily pushed himself onto the horse’s rubbery old saddle a young man approached him. “Sir, I’d like to speak with you. My name is Pierre, I wish to enlist.” Ah said the crier. “Then why do you hold your tongue when I spoke?” I did not wish for people to know, said Pierre. “The people here are not fond of the Emperor. I would look like a traitor to my people.” Hmm said the crier. “I will let you enlist then. You will need to sign here and here, and then follow me to the barracks down the road.” Pierre signed in the according places, and then as they walked towards the barracks slipped a black hood over his face, knowing he could not be seen in his home town again.
The road to the barracks was relatively short. The crier and Pierre talked, had a couple laughs and spoke about the war. Pierre learned that the crier himself was a military man. He was a Captain in the 43e Regiment de Ligne. Or the (43rd Regiment of Line). He was removed from his position because of his actions with a large crime group called the Vindictive Eye. The Vindictive Eye was a very large mob that caused over 100 deaths in Paris during a brawl between a French soldier and an Eye member. Pierre was surprised to hear this, and even more to see that this man was still alive today for the crimes he had a hand in. As they turned a corner Pierre could see the barracks. It was a large tower about 3 stories high, and was made of a granite, limestone mix. It had two windows, and a small attic in the top. As they neared the door a Guard stood in front of them. The guard wore a blue tunic and a cylinder looking hat. On his right arm stood out three gold bars. Pierre knew this meant he was a Sergeant. He was most likely the head guard on patrol at the moment, and he didn’t seem to care that Pierre was accompanied by the crier. The Guard also had a small pipe witch was inscribed with a French flag. After taking a breath of his pipe turned to Pierre and with a deep voice demanded “What brings you to Karaington Barracks?” I wish to enlist with the French army sir, said Pierre. After saying this, the Guard slowly took another breath of his pipe. As he blew out the remaining tobacco and soot, it took the formation of a circle. It expanded to an immense size then diapered within the air. “So ye want to enlist eh? Then follow me and be sure to leave your filthy boots outside.” As they walked into the building the crier said his goodbyes to Pierre and left the barracks.
The inside of the barracks much like the outside was big. It looked very clean and only a few recently eaten out of dishes scattered the room. There were many more rooms than Pierre could see on the outside. There were three cabin rooms for sleeping, a Prison, and a large center room for dining and socializing. On the walls were pictures of Napoleon. Pierre had never seen Napoleon before, but in this picture he saw a man of small height, but yet a good built body. He rode a black horse with a red saddle. “Come over here!” demanded the Guard. Before I get you into your uniform, I best introduce myself. I am the Barrack’s head guard. I am Sergeant Roddin of the 6e Regiment de Ligne, 2nd Company. I have been stationed here after the commanding officer Lt. Jerda had died. He was shot in a armed robbery down at the Inn. So lad what is your name? “Sir my name is Pierre; I came to join the war effort to fight for France.” Said Pierre. As Pierre explained himself to Roddin another guard came down from the 2nd floor. He had the same uniform as Pierre and his uniform had no bars. “Ah there you are Private Kaiden. said Sergeant Roddin. “I’ll need you to show Private Pierre here how to load, fire, and reload a musket. Ill be sending him on up to the nearest battalion the IVe Infantry Battalion. Sir Yes sir! yelled Private Kaiden. Private Kaiden then motioned Pierre closer to him and lead him out the door to the firing range behind the barracks. Pierre never had experience using a musket or even a pistol. It took time to get it down but he was able to get it in a few hours. When he had finished he went to sleep and thought about how things would be at his new battalion and what would await him.
Chapter 2- As the war raged on nations all over Europe, people of Prussia were on the bitter end of the deal. They had lost many battles before with france in past wars and still used old tactics and weapons. A lad named Franz thought of his nation as a tide turner for the Coalition.
