Re: Ahhhh....the Fires of Comradeship

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: Many Flags,

: So happy to hear of your good fortune at Seamus's cabin.  Your description of your meals has certainly made me hungry and all I'm planning for supper is chicken!  ARGH!

: We love to hear of all your adventures.  Thanks for sharing them.

: Theresa
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: : The Second of January, 1759

: : Allemangel, County of Berks, Pennsylvania

: : Journal:

: : I have returned from the annual winter hunt at cousin Seamus's cabin.  It was a grand time and there was some fine venison and squirrel eaten and taken while there.  Joining us on leave from the 77th was Lieutenant Silas Campbell and Private Roger Glen.
: : The snow fell lightly during the entire time we spent at Seamus's.  The hearth was warm, the stories were bold and comical, the comradeship was warm, the food and drink was fine.  
: : For three days we hunted hard, but nary a sign of white tail was seen, except for the large doe taken by Seamus preceding our arrival.  On my last day, I followed tracks for several hundred yards, when I heard a shot ring out, then another.  I backtracked believing that Seamus, Campbell or Glen had had some luck. But, there was silence in the forest.  And, thinking that help was needed at the cabin to hang a deer or some such work that is involved when a deer is taken, I returned to the cabin to find all three comrades sitting and waiting on me to drag "my take" to the cabin!  Alas, the time had come to depart.  So, we packed and left.  Good that Seamus had luck a few days before, taking a large doe, the neck meat of which we ate on the second day we were there.  
: : We feasted well while at Seamus's small abode.  Having taken two squirrels on my way to the cabin, on the first evening we had squirrel bot boi (pot pie to the Anglish), boiled with potatoes and onion.  The second evening was the feast of venison neck roast accompanied by a fine dish of grain and carrots.  Both evening meals were followed by wine and cheese which Seamus had laid in before we had arrived.
: : Of course, during our reflective times, while sipping ale and cider, we mulled over the past year, the adventures which we had, the camps which were laid out and struck, the comrades which came and went.  
: : Our thoughts are still heavy on our dear friend drummer William MacFarlane who lost his life several weeks ago.  Ahhhh, we miss his smile and laugh, his dancing and music-making.  I know that my comrades of the 77th Grenadiers miss his presence greatly and will not forget how he touched their lives.
: : Lieutenant Campbell spoke up on the second night we were at Seamus's cabin; for you see it was a full moon with a light skiff of snow, the woods being a reflecting pool of light and dark.  And while watching the moon from out of the single window in the cabin, the Lieut. spoke up, "You know, back in Scotland, the moon is called MacFarlane's Torch, for the MacFarlane clan reeve the cattle by the light of the moon....'Tis a sentiment for a dear, departed comrade, our young Drummer."
: : I swear I will never gaze on the full moon again without thinking on my departed friend MacFarlane! His life was cut short too soon.......
: : And so, another year ends and our lives continue.  As I sit by the fire in my cabin here in Allemangel, my dear wife Magdalena sleeping peacefully with our son Andreas at her breast, I know that life is good and fulfilling.  We must never take life so lightly that we forget our purpose here on Earth, to do some good for our fellow kind, to make a good mark on the times we live in, to enjoy our life which God has given us.
: : God bless this land in which I live.  God bless my family, my comrades and relations.  As cousin Malcolm often states in his Scots tongue...

: : Pax Aye!!

: : Many Flags


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