"Alright lads! His Majesty King George III has blessed us with the duty of pushing back those frogs, now we're in the outskirts of the town of Waterloo, if we get there in one piece, or orders are to- Get that out of your mouth!" Blake shouted at one of the yinglets in ranks who was chewing on his musket, Blake the pulled it out of the yinglet's mouth and placed it back on his shoulder "There, now keep your arms shoulders until I give the order, and keep it out of your mouth!" Blake cleared his throat as he adjusted his shako "Alright, our orders are to join with the forces of his grace, the Duke of Wellington and help them kick Napoleon off of Europe for good! Any questions boys?!"