|Capt. William 'Sweet William' Fredrisckson|
More by accident then design Captain William Fredrickson navigated the Lady Jessica to a small mooring just outside Chester City that regaled under the name of Saighton (pronounced SATAN). Alighting from the barge he is approached by a Sergeant of the 60th Regiment.
Snapping to attention, the sergeant saluted, "Cap'n Fredrickson, I presume."
Fredrickson identified an accent which he couldn't place, "yes Sergeant. You are?"
"Sergeant Owens, sir. Sixtieth Rifles."
I note an accent that I do not recognise."
|Fredrickson & Owens meet.|
|Sgt. Nigel 'Jeru' Owens|
"Sir," replied Owens. Owens 'Jeru' or Nigel 'Jeru' , if one was familiar, was the usual nomenclature, but a Sergeant was in no position to correct an officer. Owens thought he recognised a German accent in his officer's speech, that was also not position to inquire.
"Austrian, a city called Osnabruck," said Fredrickson, as if reading Owens' mind.
|Charles 'Chuck' Hall|
"Brief on the men, will you Sergeant."
Owens scanned an eye about the tents. "The Rifleman on sentry; that's Hall, sir. A Canadian, joined the rifles with a broken heart and serious debt, likes his dice he does. An excellent woodsman and the company's best shot."
|Cedric 'Trinidad' Bose|
|John 'Papa Doc' Holmes|
|Ruari 'Baby Doc' Holmes|
"They've all been chosen for this task and none of us are any the wiser." Owens braced himself for the 'you're not paid to think' speech but was surprised.
"All in good time Sergeant Owens, all in good time. Now get the men fell in, range order."
Owens snapped to attention and doubled away.
|Fredrickson's 'Z' men|
Well there you have them. The characters for my new adventure. I hope for at least one episode a month.
Thanks for calling. See you all in the blogsphere. Take care.