Originally Posted by
Empress Meg
Come on fellers, standing there 50 yards and firing at one another and knowing that you will never know the enemy that kills you or shoves a 60 caliber ball through your leg is far more exciting! And think of the wonderful uniforms, the honour, the duty, the batons and marshals, la grande batterie, and the sound of the trumpets as the cavalry step into a canter for the charge. This was war at its most romantic!
Hehehe.. agree! However I doubt that this poor bastard felt romantic when he recieved a kiss from a cannon during the Waterloo battle: