Napoleonic Dread French Infantryman

Gustave Écharpe hastily reloaded his musket while his eyes darted across the foggy sky. What on earth was he doing here? Just two weeks ago he had been a fusilier in the army of general Séverins as he wreaked havoc among the Prussian troops. It hadn't been a particularly good or easy life, but at least with the Prussians you knew where you were at. You shot at each other until one side stopped, and thanks to the generals military genius they had usually enjoyed the tactical advantage, so casual…

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