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"I Say, Toto, Old Bean! I Don't Think We're in Merrie Olde England Anymore!"

"I Say, Toto, Old Bean! I Don't Think We're in Merrie Olde England Anymore!"

Mags and I stepped off the path a bit, and decided to get a truly atmospheric shot of the battlefield. This is the kind of terrain O'Hara's Guard had to traverse in order to engage Greene.

Complication: The woods were swarming with Militiamen, who, in a manner most dastardly and unchivalrous, fired at the Lobsterbacks from behind the cover with which nature had so bountifully provided them.

O'Hara managed to break through the militia line, but was wounded in the process. Upon reaching his objective, he found himself face-to-face with the Maryland and Delaware Continentals. The warmth and courtesy with which they welcomed him would do a hung-over baggage-handler at BWI proud, needless to say.

Insult and --uh, well... additional injury -- was added to injury when O'Hara's boss, Cornwallis, ordered his artillery to fire into the throng. His adversary, Gen. Nathanael Greene, then ordered his Continentals to retreat, which they did in good (and, presumably, short) order.

Technically speaking, Cornwallis won the day -- and the field. As, however, a quarter of his men were killed and wounded, and he was unable to hold the territory he'd taken, one imagines that Greene would have been more than happy to cede him any number of such "victories."