"A BELIEVING HEART IS YOUR MAGIC"
Lord Byron
It was 15th of november, a date burdened heavily with the anniversary of Thailand's first democratic elections. On this fateful day, the 8th King's Royal Hussars stood on the battleground and asked themselves: are we united enough to vote unanimously for a proud, daring and victorious 8th?!?!!?!?
It was 15th of november, a date burdened heavily with the anniversary of Christopher Columbus making first known mention of tabacco in his traveling log. On this fateful day, the 8th King's Royal Hussars stood on the battleground and asked themselves: ¿Quieres? No... mejor no.
These questions are now answered for the whole world to see. But deep in our gizzards, WE knew the answers long before that day. And if we doubted, the stern but loving voices of Captain Stannis and Adjective Cage whispered to our ears words of assurement. A thundering voice echoing from Austrian mountains reached us wherever we went, crying: LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(...) And we came. It was a long journey. We broke through the last bastion of French glory, the 6e. We shattered and scattered away the rusty steel of Cuirassiers Brigade. With aching hearts, we slaughtered our British brothers from 33rd. We walked all over Prussian ideals and discipline of 2. Leibregiment (we still need to clean our boots after that one). We adopted and grazed Kazi's goats in the Alps after we killed him along with the rest of 1er. We spent many sleepless nights in our field camp, waiting for Nr. 10 to strike, then went on regenerating holiday trip with 5to and slept with them under a palm tree. We almost broke our teeth on Nr. 4, but emerged victorious to face the 4e, destined to be the final obstacle crushed by our impetuous ride to victory and they were ez lmao get rekt. It took all our collective passion and determination to comeback after initial 0:2 disadvantage, caused by grave mistakes committed by Cornet Andors who foolishly misread ancient norse runes which contained prophecies about this long foretold match. He never got the readings right - not being a native speaker - and we were forced to rely on nothing but our guts, charging and pushing our enemy as if there was no tomorrow. We are thankful for those precious moments when, united by shared ambition and team spirit, we felt like a true, dysfunctional family. Our heartful thanks and a thousand huggies wuggies to those of you who made it possible by playing the role of our neighbours, the other participating regiments, and the social welfare officials, people who hosted this wholesome tournament. All the league battles were full of HONOUR. We look forward to CROSSING SWORDS with you all again. It's always a pleasure to fight against such SKILLED AND PRESTIGEOUS opponents... but as for now, kneel and bow to our awesomeness, whippersnappers, for a lot of water will yet have to flow through the River Thames before you will be able to challange THE CHAMPIONS.
Who are these champions? None could hope to count all the qualities and valiant deeds of those mighty heroes, but to those immortal titans, we erect this triumphal post:
( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) - Aux Grandes Salopes - ( ᴜ ω ᴜ )
( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Aless ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Andros ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Cage ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Floop ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) FreyrDS ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Jesu04 ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Krishna ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Lightning ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) McLaren ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Posh ( ᴜ ω ᴜ )
( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Quack ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Sebi ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Stannis ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) SteFan ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Termito ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Tim ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Tomas ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Nelson ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) TxM ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Shadey ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Rastignac
( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Kreativer ( ᴜ ω ᴜ ) Squall ( ᴜ ω ᴜ )
the greatest among them is Quack~ the above memorial was erected on the comission of Swiss banker, Lightning ~
