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The King's Shilling Short Story

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The King’s Shilling
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On the 16th of January, Jack stepped out of the tavern and surveyed his surroundings. The sun was just rising over the tree line on the east shore of the Cape Fear River, the 84th Regiment was mustering on the eastern end of Cross Creek Towne Commons;, he could hear the beat of the Regimental Drummer.
The morning breeze was chilly against his exposed shin, he pulled his jacked collar tight around his neck and crossed the road to the commons. Thomas Gillies approach him from behind, put his arm around Jack’s shoulder and gave a squeeze. “Jack, is ye ready to save the King’s arse?” They both laughed. The unit formation was under the command of Colour Sergeant Michael Stewart. Two other sergeants assisted him, Sergeant Andrew Dunbar and Sergeant Walter Ferguson. There were no officers present. Both Dunbar and Ferguson spoke Gaelic, so when the Colour Sergeant gave an iInstruction or barked an order to the unit in the King’s English, one of the two sergeants repeated it in Gaelic. As each man reported in for duty with the 84th, the Colour Sergeant would checked their names off in the Regimental Roster book. Jack and Tom walked over to report in. “Sir, Jack Hawkins reporting for duty.” Jack was the first of the two to report in. Tom was the next to report in. “Sir, Thomas Gillies reporting for duty.” The Colour Sergeant checked their names off, then looked up. “Laddies I am

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