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Macro Guidon Bearer

And here's an extreme close-up of the dragoons' guidon bearer. Do any of you know what the rank of a dragoon trooper, who carried the guidon, would have been in 18th century Germanic armies?

In keeping with my need for lovely, bright, showy colors, I decided to give the regiment a crimson/lavender (GW Warlock Purple) guidon with a black doule-headed eagle and a light blue coat of arms onto which I'll veeeeerrrrry carefully paint some tiny red and yellow bars. The Guidon itself will get some gold fringe outlined in black around its edge as the final painting step. So, still lots of work and a few touch-ups to complete, but you get the idea.

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Anonymous said…
Not sure exactly about the Germanic cavalry 'guideon' bearer.

The 'porte-fannion' of the French, including prior to the revolution was a 'sous-' or under officer.

The Brits had a rank called 'ensign' that supposedly carried one of the regimental colors.

With the Cavalry, the 'officers' were often nobility, so perhaps the 'rank' of such a flag bearer might be the 2nd or 3rd son of a noble associated with the regiment of Cavalry.

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