Colonel Murphy leaned back in his chair as the canvas of his tent rustled above his head. "You are well aware that we"re attempting to raise the reputation of the 113th, Windrush."
Jack nodded, "Yes, sir."
"That means that we must not only be the best of regiments in the field, but also be known as gentlemen."
"Yes, sir." Jack stood at attention, as tense as any private soldier called before a duty officer. Major Snodgrass stood at the entrance of the tent, while Murphy"s desk was a litter of papers and maps, with his holstered revolver acting as a paperweight and his sword hanging across the back of his chair. There were two glass-fronted cases behind Murphy"s desk, one for the Queen"s Colour and one for the Regimental Colour. While the Queen"s Colour remained in place, the case holdin
