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“Case des Navires.” Sergeant Innes of the Black Watch nodded to the coastline. “We landed here back in ’58 when we tried to capture Martinico. We failed then, but maybe we’ll have better success this time.”
The Navy hammered at the shore batteries with broadside after broadside. The bay grew heavy with smoke and the taste of powder lingered in everybody’s mouth.
“It’s the sixteenth of January,” Kennedy said. “It will be crisp and cold in New Hampshire, with a deep layer of snow on the ground.” He looked at Martinico and shook his head. "I’ll be glad when this campaign is over. It’s frustrating, landing and retreating.”
“Hopefully, this time, we’ll land without retreating.”
Sergeant Innes of the 42nd gripped his halberd in a hand that bristled with thick red hairs. “I can’t see Gener
