Thairis air na cnuic agus fada air falbh

Thairis air na cnuic  agus
fada air falbh

Air Disathairne an 26mh den Damhair
1845 Bha Rìgh Rìoghail Riochdairean Rìgh
Uilleam III de Shasainn a 'mèarrsadh Diùc Bhaile Atha Cliath
mar riaghladair air Brògan an Ear agus Ceannard nan
Caimbeulach
air Gearasdan, Alba.

Ann am Vain an Scottish United còmhla eadhon na naimhdean ach
na
Caimbeulaich. Rìgh Seumas Rìgh na h-Alba na uachdaran air an
Royal Dragoon Guard Chuir e na Buidhnean-feachd Ghraineadair
Ghàidhealach aige gus na luchd-ionnsaigh a chumail a 'dol gus am
faigheadh ​​e an arm rìoghail còmhla Bliadhna an dèidh sin, Rìgh
Seumas agus an

t-arm rìoghail de 500 luchd-sreap Rìoghail

Thuirt an rìgh gun tigeadh a mhac, Prionnsa Seumas,
IV leis an uaireadair dubh ann an 56 uairean a thìde.

Ach dh'fheumadh Scouts Sasannach Drochaid Berdan a
dhèanamh gus am feumadh e fhèin agus a shaighdearan a dhol suas gu beanntan deigh agus Bàs.

Bha 57 de na 100 fir a 'bàsachadh A' feuchainn ri
faighinn gu arm na h-alba agus chaidh 33 duine a mharbhadh le
Beurla agus bha am Prionnsa air a bhith a 'faireachdainn fo anail
agus dh'fhàs e glè dhuilich nuair a chaidh 9 a bharrachd de na fir
aige a mharbhadh le bhith a' sreap far an oir dìreach Seumas agus
a Chaiptean Nuair a bha iad a 'fuireach ach nuair a ràinig iad a'
champa chaochail an caiptean de fhuar ach cha robh Seumas
beò ach goirid an dèidh don t-suidheachadh a ghabhail agus
chaidh
Rìgh agus Prionnsa na h-Alba a thoirt a-null a Lunnainn agus
chaidh
taigh mòr a thoirt dhaibh ach cha deach iad às an rathad.

Lost yet found

Carl was lost. Entirely, wholly, completely lost. This wasn’t what he had in mind when he set out on his
adventure. Yet, here he was in the middle of the countryside clutching his cherished map, wondering
which way to turn next.

From somewhere within the walls of green that surrounded him, he heard footsteps approaching,
slowly and purposefully, and it began to dawn on Carl that he was not alone at all…

Start your writing here: Suddenly there was a humongous ‘bang’ of  gunfire and the whole forest seemed to explode. He could hear people dismounting from their horses and starting to struggle up the slope. Men in full uniform; dark blue caps, coats done up with silver buttons, military pants  with ochre ties and knee high riding boots that made their movements clumsy as they slipped and slid over the wet ground came into his clearing. Their rifles had wooden stocks and brass  barrels, half way across was a lead switch that he guessed was the safety. Carl could make out 27 men, as he slid sideways into the cover of some bushes he saw a brown messenger’s satchel hanging from a branch. Looking inside he saw a leather covered notebook, a file filled with papers, a black velvet bag, a compass and a colt 45 revolver. The gun could hold up to 8 rounds (one in the chamber and 7 in the clip), he checked it quickly making sure the safety was on and it was fully loaded then slung the satchel over his shoulder - something about these men made him feel nervous. Then he remembered something about the men that he had heard before, it struck him they were CCD - the Magastereums soldiers! He remembered seeing one of their Gyrocopters searching the sky when he had left Oxford and realized that that must have been three days ago, he’d lost track of the time as well as himself.

One of the men raised his rifle and shot, Carl felt a shock as the bullet hit his left arm. He ducked behind some bushes and loaded the pistol  then jumped back as a bullet slammed into the ground in front of him. One of the men shouted something in a foreign language and then Carl heard a thick Spanish accent “Alethiometer”. Now thoroughly confused  Carl fired at the man’s leg and with a groan of pain he slowly sank to the ground, his comrades gave a deafening roar and charged towards him.

Carl saw a belt hanging on a branch by where the satchel had been it had a short knife on the right side and on the left side was a sword Without pausing to think he grabbed the belt, put it on his waist and out of the corner of his eye saw a small  spyglass just behind the knife and there was some extra ammunition (2 more rounds) then he heard a Neigh! Peering around a trunk he spied a horse. He quickly tightened the saddle girth and saw the most horrible thing in his life at the edge of the treeline. There was a body, he walked over to the man and said “What is your name?”

“Edward William Duncan” he replied hoarsely then groaned and fell back urgently saying “water”. Understanding dawned on Carl’s face and he quickly pulled the waterskin from the saddle and gave the man water. “Thanks” said Edward “now run! Have you. got that Satchel?” Carl nodded and said “I’m not leaving you here” then he helped Edward into the saddle, took the reins and moved the horse into a quick Gallop.

It was midday when Carl awoke with a bump to find he had been dozing in the saddle and fallen off, his arm hurt terribly. He  saw Edward a few metres away leaning against a rock and sharpening his sword. Then a bugle was sounded and the pounding of boots hammered and horses made a regular beat of Click! Clop! With a start Carl realised that they were being hunted he saw Edward unsling his rifle from his shoulder and load it and checked that the safety was on and raised his gun to just below his eye Edward

glanced at Carl and gave a reassuring smile quietly he told Carl to load his Colt 45 Carl obeyed and set to work loading his pistol then went and saddled the horse. Edward told him if the CCD found them they would be at least a day away. But no matter how hard he tried Carl couldn’t relax then Edward said something that caught his attention “Do you know what an alethiometer is?” “No” said Carl hs interest growing by the minute. Then a CCD officer gave a shout and Carl could hear boots pounding on the wet ground. Then a force of eighteen men erupted from the trees Carl waited until he could see the whites of their eyes then he opened fire. But he knew it was hopeless they were outnumbered nearly 10 to 1 then Edward was there he shot 4 men down in 5 bullets. The remaining men under a Sergeant retreated under fire. Then they came back with reinforcements the numbers were around 100 vs 2 so they both ran as fast as they could to get to the horse as they galloped away but with their attention focused on the men in dark blue and ochre they didn’t see the force in front of them when Edward guessed that they were out of range he told Carl and they turned round and found themselves surrounded by men in red coats with black army cockhats, gold buttons held the coats together, black kneehigh Infantry boots, white tights, white infantry shorts they all carried Muskets over their shoulders. Edward told Carl to raise his hands onto his head and put his revolver away. Slowly Carl obeyed as he looked at Edward he could see him doing the same then he whispered into Edward’s ear “Who are they” Edward’s quiet reply was “The King’s royal infantry the men who fight the magaterem” Carl mouthed a quiet ‘O’ of surprise.

Battle of Waterloo

Battle of Waterloo

British Commander in Chief: 1st Duke of Wellington

French Commander in Chief: Napoléon Bonaparte

French Numbers: 73,000

British Numbers: 116, 000

French Types of Units: 50, 700 Infantry, 14, 319 Cavalry,
  8, 050 Engineers and Artillery and 252 Guns.

British Types of Units: 25, 000 British,
6, 000 King's German Legion,
Netherlands 17, 000, 6, 000 Brunswick

Impereator

Imperator

Chapter I Romans advance

General Lucas Cornelius Wadus commander of the 7th legion positioned in Britannia marched towards the Decurion Marcus Caius’s tent. “Ave Marcus,” said General Wadus. The two Roman officers walked along the treeline. Suddenly there was a huge roar of Celtic voices. Their leader bellowed, “Be banished from our homeland or suffer mortal defeat.” “Quid! Quid!” shouted 10 Roman legionaries. The familiar sound of scraping swords on scabbards quickly came. Then the commander yelled, “Tostedo foration,” so the legionaries made the formation. The simple soilders held the Celts off and the rest of them fled. Soon the Roman legion advanced into Araluen.

On the frontier of Hispania  

Two legionaries were on watch duty on the border, when suddenly one heard a Spanish voice say, “Cuando yo digo tres!” “Hold it Legionary Galucus; I thought I heard somebody speaking Spanish over there.” “Nonsense Legionary Dalonsus. The Hispainians or any other Spanish would not dare sully Roman territory with their dirty feet, by Jupiter”. Suddenly five Hispainians jumped out of the bush. Two pounced on the Romans and held their mouths. Then they were tied up with rope. ”Bien hecho Juan,Xavier,Luis and Paulo. “Marga vida Mauro nuestro jefe”. “Ahora al bosque de la Algarve.”

 

Norsemen vs Picts and Celts of Ireland, Scotland and Wales

Norsemen vs Picts and Celts of Ireland, Scotland and Wales

Chapter 1

McNeil of Glasgow patrolled the wall of Edinburgh; the port of the great city let hundreds of traders and fishermen enter. But the Warriors had to have Pict or Celt identification because the Vikings from Scandia had been attacking seaside villages. Then pipes sounded and the last couple of fishing boats entered the City as the great gates closed. Captain McNile told two pipers called McDuig and McForn to sound the alarm. “McDonald, Anderson and Wilson get on the wall and ready and get the clans archers together”.

Jarl Erak told his crew to trim the sail and “prepare oars! Stroke! Lift! “Nordel continue the pattern in time for 10 strokes!” Some of the crew stood on the deck preparing their heavy double bladed battle axes their terrifying appearance completed by the horned helmets and hair in braids.

King EvenWills lead 100 Welsh men that were accustomed to battle. “Sergeant Hughes!” he bellowed. The commander walked to his king and nealed “my lord” he said “We'll  make camp at that shrub 100 yards down the road” whispered the king. “I want you to make sure it is not an ambush” “yes sir” said the sergeant “Bathemtom, Cornwallis, Doug, Jurjen, Robinton follow me!” shouted the sergeant .

Lieutenant O’Sullivan lead five warriors called O’Mark, O'Robin, Murray, O’Wyatt and O’Connor. Then a horde of Norwegians numbering up to at least 800

To Be Continued… until next time Chì mi thu a dh’ aid ghearr

Night Comes on

Night comes on

Silently the beasts come

When most animals are gone

Only the horses stay unlike some

White, black and brown in coat

When the going gets tough they surely can run

A wild horse hates being put in a float

Daily they have fun

Underneath the sun

They are horses brave, valiant and true

They don’t run while the bell of danger rings

True of heart, brave of soul

Death does not seem possible while the wind sings

All year round the battle for freedom continues

Sun burns and snow blows, in spring foals are born

On the other side of dawn