Chapter 1: Load of Bollocks

Somewhere outside of Waterloo. Late. How late? I have no idea. There is a large camp with a Union Jack flying in the center. There are some men gambling at a table. Rex is at that table."Bollocks!" Yells one of the soldiers. "Come on Rex. You have to let us win at least once." "Sorry chaps," Says Rex. "I'm too good. I've already told you that." Rex reaches to grab the large pile of pounds and pulls it toward him. "Well thats all for tonight. See you in the morn chaps." "One more game Rex," Says Pvt Buchanan. "I'm sure I can beat ya dis time." "Fine then," Says Rex. "Lets go Scotsman." The cards are dealt and the game begins. Both men have a grin on there face as if they know they will win. "Fold." Says one soldier. "Fold." Says another. "Oh come now," Says Rex. "Given up already?" "Two-thousand pounds." Says Buchanan with a sure grin. "Are you serious?" Says Rex. "Thats all of your money. You can't be that cocky." "I'm not cocky," Says Buchanan. "I'm sure." "Fine then," Says Rex. "All in." Rex puts the 14,000 pounds in the center of the table. The men around the table are in awe. "Now then," Says Rex. "Lets see those cards." Buchanan shows his cards. It seems like he has a winning hand. But Rex shows his hand to show a full house. "Victory once again," Says Rex. "Don't bet all your money next time." "Thats a load of bollocks!" Shouts Buchanan. "Rematch!" "Your out of money chap," Says Rex. "Besides, We have a battle tomorrow." Rex grabs the 16,000 pounds and starts to walk off. Buchanan, full of anger, punches Rex. "You shouldn't have done that." Says Rex and he punches Buchanan knocking a tooth out. The fight is a brutal one. Punch after punch the fight drags on. Rex is dodging the majority of the punches and delivering various ones. There are men watching from all around. Then, Officer Blackwood comes in. "Attention!" He shouts. All the men stand at attention. "What in the name of God is goin on here? Corporal Titan. Private Buchanan. Have you two been fighting? Dear God. Titan. Buchanan. I need to have a word with you in my tent." Rex and Buchanan follow Blackwood back to his tent. "What in the hell were you thinking?!" Says Blackwood. "A fight! The day before a battle! Are you drunk?! What were you even fighting about?!" "Buchanan lost two-thousand pounds to me gambling sir." Says Rex. "Bloody hell." Says Blackwood. "Over some money? How rat arsed are you? You know what, forget it. Piss off." Rex and Buchanan go back to their tents. When Rex gets back to his tent he pulls out a book.

Log # 34

Damn it! I'm tired of Buchanan being such an arse! He gets me into trouble left and right! Can he not just bugger off? He needs to stick his attitude up his arse! I think I'll just give him his two-thousand pounds back tomorrow after the battle. If it gets him to be nice for once. Damn Scots. Always so stubborn. Just like the Irish. Its a load of bollocks

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