— What's this? A try.
— I would like a hymn for my regiment.
— I hated that we died without music. But it seems to lack a shank.
— Absolutely. Enough! I want shank.
— These people passing by, are ours?
— Which?
— The Reds.
— Green helmet?
— Yellow.
— Hanoverians. So... Enemies.
— Of course. Green helmets...
— Our Irish friends.
— Of course. Our friends from Ireland. Hey, Greeks?
— Scottish, Sire. From the Mac Gregor clan. Enemies.
— Gregor, very enemies. I can't see our colors anywhere.
— Shocking.
— Exact. Blue on blue.
— Royal blue on French blue.
I'd like to know the adversary who dared to dispose of our enemy, and rob us of a victory that is legitimately ours?
Between you and me, I'd like to know who is behind this victory, which will go down in history as our own.