“He’s good at that.” MacKim peered into the forest. General Wolfe lived in a world of manoeuvre, tactics and privilege. MacKim lived in a world of mud, sweat and fear. The only place the two could meet was on the field of battle.
“Get these blasted guns up the slope!” Captain Cameron raved at the men at the traces. “I want artillery cover for my men!”
Lying behind a fallen tree, MacKim stared into the forest. “This forest doesn’t look any different from the one at Fort Stanwix, or Point Levis.”
Chisholm nodded. “One dark forest is much like another, wherever in the world you happen to be.”
Now experienced in creating entrenchments, some of the Light Infantry hacked down trees for a temporary barricade while others fashioned redoubts or dug trenches.
“You’re pensive again,” Chisholm sa
