Lt Winston Farthingdale and his Company are on patrol near the borders of Zululand. Nobody trusts that Glory hound Farthingdale, but Colour Sergeant Terrence Scott is with the young officer to steady him down.
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| The British come on in column, clustered around the Officer. They see the camp ahead and believe they are safe. |
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| But it's the Zulu, faazands of 'em. |
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| My table in the new conservatory! |
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| A taste of the gatling gun does little to dampen the Zulu's spirits. |
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| They take the camp, I take a strike marker. |
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| Worse because close upbthe Zulu shooing is magnificent. |
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| The last survivor of a group of 8 legs it. |
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| Lt Farthingdale is swarmed. |
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| The Lieutenant falls, and C.S Scott fails the strike roll. But perhaps fate will be kind and Terry may yet make it out alive! |
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| Meanwhile, just off table, the Blue Freikorps get ready for a game. |
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