"British Green Dragoons"
"What a view," said the officer with the red uniform jacket, which it revealed as cavalry. He wore it open and half of the white shirt underneath hung out of his breeches. Even the shirt was open, allowing glimpses of his male torso. The only thing in an acceptable condition was his hair. They were as impeccable as ever. Satisfied, he took a pull on his pipe, which hung casually at the corner of his mouth. "Oh yes," the officer next to him replied. His appearance as far as the uniform was concerned was in a similar chaotic state as that of his neighbour standing to his left. His uniform jacket was also open, and the shirt he was wearing underneath was also deep. The hair he wore open and he had beautiful long, dark hair. It made him look rebellious. So they both stood there now, in their not very handsome exterior and enjoyed the view. But this scene was absurd. For they not only stood there and looked at the surroundings, but were also tempted to piss on the grassy hill. Among them was the battlefield. There lay many dead and injured soldiers. It was a simple fight. For the British at least. Within shortest time the American soldiers were overrun and defeated. The "Green Dragoons" had a big part in this success. Without mercy they rode down their opponents and offered no pardon. Those who stood in their way had no chance.
While British soldiers on the battlefield were making out about the remaining belongings of the fallen soldiers, the two officers talked loosely about the experiences of last night.
"But by no means as beautiful as the view I had last night," said the blonde officer. There upon both grinned. "Damn," the dark-haired officer shouted, apparently in pain at his noblest spot. The two soldiers looked at each other and the blonde only answered him: "My dear William and you should have taken it a little easier!" His laughter made his comrade pull out his face. What was first marked by pain now showed a serious expression. "My dear Captain Bordon, may I kindly point out to you that I am still your superior officer," he pressed out between his teeth. But Bordon just grinned again and shook his head slightly. "The little one could also do things with her mouth, though." Now it was William who had a mischievous grin around his mouth and his blue eyes flashed. "Which one did you have?" His captain asked him with interest. "The pretty dark-haired one," the other replied. "With the big tits," the blonde wanted to know. William grinned and nodded his head. "Mmmh yes not bad. But the redhead...she was very clever with her hands. You have no idea what she could do with it!" Now both grinned boldly and William pulled up his left eyebrow.
"Colonel Tavington, Captain Bordon!" Sounded a voice from the background. These just mentioned persons pulled their faces synchronously. Go away, O'Hara. Nobody needs you here! It was the thoughts the Colonel had about the person who just appeared. General O'Hara, an inflated, conceited snob! It was no secret that Tavington didn't like the General. No, not liking would have been an understatement. He hated him! But unfortunately he could not show it so openly. Finally O'Hara stood clearly above the colonel in the chain of command. How often William has wished to slit the General's neck! It was just pure hatred and the mood deteriorated when both men met immediately.
"General O'Hara," Tavington questioned bored. Because he was not interested in the General talking to him. That's why he didn't turn around. Only Bordon put his best piece back in his pants, hastily he tried to put his shirt too. With more or less much success. He omitted it and turned to O'Hara. With his pants half open and his shirt completely crumpled, he tried to take a stance. "General, Sir," he spoke quickly and put an innocent-looking expression on his face. The general stood there like a statue. His back was straight and stiff, as if he had swallowed a stick. His arms crossed behind his back. The head stretched upwards. The face austere and arrogant. No emotion showed itself with him. His uniform was impeccable. The boots, black riding boots, so polished that one could have reflected in it.
"Colonel Tavington! Perhaps you would have the kindness to turn around when a General talks to you!" But William didn't think of doing this in life. Now the General became sharper in his wording. "Colonel Tavington!" It was so loud that some soldiers who were very close turned to them.
"General O'Hara!" It sounded like a growl coming out of the mouth of Tavington. He twisted his eyes and finally wrapped himself in his pants, closed them and turned to O'Hara. But when he did this, his facial expression petrified. Both looked at each other with hatred and cold eyes. There was absolutely no sympathy for each other.
"How thoughtful of you, Colonel, and that you have the kindness to enter into conversation with me."
"Sir," William replied, completely unimpressed, leaving him cold that a General was standing in front of him and talking to him. But this O'Hara was now visibly more annoyed by the way Tavington showed himself. He came closer to him. William's eyes looked cool and he slightly pulled up the corners of his mouth, giving him a really arrogant smile. "What do you make a Colonel Tavington?" The mood between the two became more irritated. "Take an attitude when I'm talking to you!" But Tavington hardly changed his attitude. On the contrary. He continued to provoke O'Hara by shifting his position and now standing opposite him with his arms crossed behind his back.
"The way I see it, it was not a good idea to give you and your Dragoons off duty last night." With the word Dragoons O'Hara only disparagingly distorted his face. Tavington noticed this and had great difficulty keeping his emerging negative emotions in check. "Sir," William questioned and gritted his teeth at each other in rage. "General Lord Cornwallis awaits you!" The three men looked at each other and for a brief moment it seemed like icy silence. "In an hour. Fort Lexington!" The General turned half away from both officers. While Bordon stood rooted, Tavington was about to explode. "There was one more thing." When O'Hara said that, he quickly turned around and approached both men even closer. Despising and disgusted, he poked his nose. "You should...", he briefly interrupted his sentence and then continued talking. "Do something fresh! You stink worse than a whole French whorehouse!" "Really General?" Tavington looked at him amused. But O'Hara answered nothing. But he let his eyes wander silently from Tavington to Bordon and back again. He turned back on his heel and added one last sentence: "In one hour Colonel! See to it that you get yourself in order. You are a disgrace to the entire British Army!" With these words William took a step forward to go after the General. But Bordon held his arm. "James", the Colonel growled and looked at him angrily. "Leave him alone William!" The eyes of him became dark and in him the rage came up. Now was the perfect moment to slit the General's throat from behind. A little movement from Tavington to his knife, what was in his right boot and in seconds this would be a disturbing thing out of the world. Soon it would have happened. If Bordon hadn't been there...who knows exactly how that would have ended? But William thought of a better one and got himself under control again. So it had at least the appearance. Because one half in him was still bubbling and it only took one word or gesture to make this happen. "Colonel!" Captain Bordon brought him back to now and here. William just nodded and distorted his face. A long pull on the whistle of Bordon brought both to departure. Each of them went into his tent to prepare for the report at Lord Cornwallis.