Tag Archives: Najafgarh

blog 359: bill sikes strikes back

At dawn we burned Lumsden and MacPherson and 25 of our dead. I had 70 wounded. The surviving rebels were firmly holed up in the muddy village across the raised road. I surveyed the battlefield. I had secured all of … Continue reading

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blog 358: dybbuk

I sat on my grey with Khan Son # 1 to keep watch as the savage wake filled the wet night. We sat on our horses under umbrellas. I held Mary’s umbrella. Then we heard a rustle and my younger … Continue reading

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blog 357: a rumpus behind someone’s rump

I maneuvered the silent men up to within 300 yards of the serai in an arch line of HM’s Army 61st Foot, 1st Bengal Fusiliers, and 2nd Punjabis. I fanned my cavalry out to guard most of the horse artillery … Continue reading

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blog 356: now what?

It was a ghastly march in perfect silence. We were staggering by 5:00 when we sighted the drainage canal which was swollen with monsoon rains. It looked like our version of Palam only there was absolutely no fucking away we … Continue reading

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blog 355:a bog called najafgarh

August 26th The Telegraph reports thousands of defeated Rebels streaming back over the Bridge of Boats into Delhi in utter defeat! It is strange listening to the chatter knowing it was I. My battle! My actions! My fucking achievement! We … Continue reading

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blog 354: the goat is in for an unpleasant surprise!

August 25th 4:00 AM March to commence to head off Bakht Khan and his men. If Bakht Khan is aiming for the partly destroyed bridge at Palam then his route to attack the siege train has to be through Najafgarh! … Continue reading

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blog 353: how mad is mad metcalfe really?

Wilson the Weak Wrist Witless Wingnut the Scion of Heroic Gerbils, alas The Goat, has been eager to kill me off or at least make me go away. So I briefed him in Chamberlain’s tent and sneered like the arrogant … Continue reading

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