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A Few More Lovely Pictures of the 11th Hussars. . .

A sergeant of the 11th (Prince Albert's) Hussars, mid-19th century by Keith Rocco.

A real live member of the 11th Hussars from the late-19th century.


Four 21st Century reenactors.

Comments

Fitz-Badger said…
Seeing that painting by Rocco I can really see why you want to do up a unit of Hussars this way!
MurdocK said…
The re-enactors look great!
Bluebear Jeff said…
They'll look good, Stokes. So get that paintbrush painting.


-- Jeff
A J said…
I love the re-enactment photo. Seeing those guys in line makes it easy to visualise a whole squadron or regiment coming at you.
....weren't these the guys who had the nickname the "cherry pickers" because of their trousers???

Had to go and look it up and I was almost right....

"The regiment's nickname, the "Cherry Pickers", came from an incident during the Peninsular War, in which the 11th Light Dragoons (as the regiment was then named) were attacked while raiding an orchard at San Martin de Trebejo in Spain. When the regiment became the 11th (Prince Albert's Own) Hussars in 1840, their new uniform by coincidence included "cherry" (i.e. crimson) coloured trousers, unique among British regiments and worn since in all orders of uniform except battledress. This was not in memory of the orchard incident but reflected the crimson livery of Prince Albert's House: Saxe-Coburg and Gotha"

...I feel sure you could work something similar up for the nickname of your Stollenian counterparts! :o))
Oldpaw said…
Quite the dashing fellow in that old photo. And look at the brilliant shine on those boots!

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