Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Aug 5, 2021 10:58:37 GMT
Knock, knock...."Hello"?
"Yes Sir, how can I help you?"
"Sergeant, this is the recruiting barracks of the Paris Guard? The most prestigious and sought after unit in the French Army?"
"Errr, well yes this is the Paris Guard but I think you will find, glorious regiment that we are, the Royal Foot Guards hold claim to that title".
"But, and correct me if I am wrong, they often go off to the Front don't they and get involved with all that war business?"
"Yes, that is correct".
"Splendid, so as I said the Paris Guard is the most sought after regiment....to a man like me"!
"So what is it exactly I can be doing for you Sir? By the way is that the uniform of the Aquitaine Regiment you're wearing?"
"Oh, yes, how foolish I forgot to remove it when I resigned. You see I couldn't help but notice that poster you have advertising for a regimental doctor because, as it just so happens, I happen to be one!"
"Yes, we do have a vacancy Sir, due to the sudden resignation and emigration of our long standing doctor. Very strange it all was, if I may say so, the fellow had been here for years, well established, liked and respected by the men, valued by the Officers and, seemingly, most happy in his work then, completely out of the blue, he received a mysterious letter, well several in fact, with the seal of the Royal Executioner on them. Apparently the good doctor became quite pale upon reading them and rushed to pack all of his kit before enquiring if anyone knew the quickest way to get to England as he urgently felt the need to retire to Bournemouth!!"
"Really, howwise of him surprising what life throws up isn't it! Still he's gone now so about this vacancy, I have extremely sound credentials, I'm a versatile man of many talents, I know people in the highest of places....there's that Comte de Bearne, he offered me a place in the Royal Foot Guards, Comte Bougidure who employed me as a Public Health Inspector and personal physician to his lunatic brother, Fr Gerard Chatten a notorious drunkard and letcher fine priest who recently gave a glowing sermon praising my name and Sieur d'Blancheur who...well..who hasn't really given or said anything to me but I met him at an event once. All of these people, I know, would instantly speak up for me and inform you that I'm the man to fill this vacancy plus...plus....I teach at the University and work for government as one of His Majesty's Royal appointees!
"Gosh, you sound over qualified Sir but if you're sure you want the job then it's just a case of signing here and collecting your uniform and two handed sword from the Quartermaster. Welcome to the regiment Sir and I trust your time with us will be most enjoyable".
"Indeed, so do I sergeant I have plans you see, long term plans and this is part of 'em! Paris is to see a lot more of Bastian Anton De'Ath and this is just the beginning! Oh, by the way, I don't need a two handed sword as I already have my own, this here family heirloom, a top quality blade".
"I say Sir, that's a whopper!"
"Yes Sir, how can I help you?"
"Sergeant, this is the recruiting barracks of the Paris Guard? The most prestigious and sought after unit in the French Army?"
"Errr, well yes this is the Paris Guard but I think you will find, glorious regiment that we are, the Royal Foot Guards hold claim to that title".
"But, and correct me if I am wrong, they often go off to the Front don't they and get involved with all that war business?"
"Yes, that is correct".
"Splendid, so as I said the Paris Guard is the most sought after regiment....to a man like me"!
"So what is it exactly I can be doing for you Sir? By the way is that the uniform of the Aquitaine Regiment you're wearing?"
"Oh, yes, how foolish I forgot to remove it when I resigned. You see I couldn't help but notice that poster you have advertising for a regimental doctor because, as it just so happens, I happen to be one!"
"Yes, we do have a vacancy Sir, due to the sudden resignation and emigration of our long standing doctor. Very strange it all was, if I may say so, the fellow had been here for years, well established, liked and respected by the men, valued by the Officers and, seemingly, most happy in his work then, completely out of the blue, he received a mysterious letter, well several in fact, with the seal of the Royal Executioner on them. Apparently the good doctor became quite pale upon reading them and rushed to pack all of his kit before enquiring if anyone knew the quickest way to get to England as he urgently felt the need to retire to Bournemouth!!"
"Really, how
"Gosh, you sound over qualified Sir but if you're sure you want the job then it's just a case of signing here and collecting your uniform and two handed sword from the Quartermaster. Welcome to the regiment Sir and I trust your time with us will be most enjoyable".
"Indeed, so do I sergeant I have plans you see, long term plans and this is part of 'em! Paris is to see a lot more of Bastian Anton De'Ath and this is just the beginning! Oh, by the way, I don't need a two handed sword as I already have my own, this here family heirloom, a top quality blade".
"I say Sir, that's a whopper!"
