You sit idly in your encampments mess hall, eating and chatting with a few of your mates that you've known since childhood. As you enjoy your feast of hardtack and salt pork, you feel a gentle tap upon your shoulder. You turn your head to see Catherine, one of the newer soldiers sent down to help oust the Bonapartists from the Spanish throne. Judging by her green facings, she's a member of the 66th.. or maybe the 55th? You had trouble distinguishing them.

"You gonna finish that hardtack?"