"Thank God for a nearly dry ship," Coleman jerked a thumb toward the land. "We"ve been lucky once again."
"The gods of war are smiling on the good old 113th," Riley said quietly. "And only God can help us if they should ever frown."
The good old 113th? Jack had never heard it called that before. Either Riley was developing sarcasm, or there was the beginning of some regimental pride among the men, whatever the officers thought. He looked over the privates yet again – there was more to them than some of the officers realised. With some nurturing and a couple of successes, they might develop into an adequate regiment.
The good old 113th?It was not until the early morning of the 19th September that the commanders permitted the 113th to land, the last infantry unit of the fleet to set foot
