08 September 2012
"Von Tschatschke? I say, von Tschatschke? Wake up, old man!"
"Von Tschatschke? Wake up! There's a considerable lot happening on the battlefield, old fruit bowl. Take a look at the central part of the table. Much maneuvering has happened while you've been sleeping it off," chortled General de Latte as he helped himself to another round of his host's best brandy.
From his side of the table, von Tschatschke rubbed his temple and tried to focus his bleary eyes. How long had he been out? "Is it true, de Latte?" he asked through the fog, "It looks like my lone gun and crew are within 31 inches of your Flickenhoffer Fusiliers."
"Indeed, old passion fruit," said de Latte with a polite chuckle as he checked his watch and replaced it in his waistcoat pocket, "however it looks like my cavalry is almost within place around Eispicke Village."
General von Tschatschke, his wits once more about him, retorted, "Yes, but my newly based Jaeger zu Fuss in Eispicke Village are within just a few inches of the flank of your engineer battalion. It doesn't look good for them, old mango! Now where is my tobacco?" He looked around the room. "I know I saw it here somewhere."
"Ha, ha! The front ranks of my own Irish Grenzers are within four to seven inches of your cuirassier regiment," answered de Latte with considerable excitement adding, "and roughly a third of the Ermland Garde are within seven to twelve inches of their front as well, old papaya. Get out of that, old plum!" Von Tschatschke frowned, adjusted his monocle, and peered at the tabletop.
"And just look at that, von Tschatschke!" exclaimed de Latte. "Another one of my regiments has been affixed to multiple bases. That should help speed things along. Don't you agree? And try you inner coat pocket, old apricot. You'll find your tobacco pouch there I think."