Moving forward with the Slavonisch-Brooder Grenzer. . .

A few images "borrowed" (Ahem!) from the online world for artistic inspiration, cheif among them the Project Seven Years War (Kronoskaf) website. Not sure where I stumbled across the digitized version of the Knoetel print, but I could hardly leave it out of this post. A veritable feast for the eyes it is.

The dark brown and blue uniform apparently worn by the Slavonisch-Brooder Grenzer during the latter part of the SYW has always struck me as highly attractive, but I plan to add a few splashes of other colors here and there to provide a bit of visual (and plausible) interest. After all, one-time irregular troops in the field and all that. . .

Ok, following lunch and the current mug of coffee, it is time to begin. As a non-fan of NFL football, I can't think of a nicer way to spend Superbowl Sunday afternoon and possibly evening. I know, I know. . . I plead much needed self-preservation given the current state of the world.

-- Stokes

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