A loud report from a single gun signals the opening of the days formal 'hate'. Immediately the Grand Battery roars into life
Lobau looks across the field of glory...and wishes he hadn't bothered...
|"Ooh, la, la. Mon Oncle, look at all zeez Prussians!"|
Lobau holds Plancenoit
Zeithen is on the horizon going for Plancenoit,
the farm and half of the château is in French hands and the ridge is a shambles...
Next - "Give me night or give me Blucher."