While nursing marching feet back into complete obedience I think back on the past few days. I have actively attended an event in England - the great Military Odyssey 2011 in Detling. There, marching as a soldier, being part of the colour party, I have stood both as the defender of the colours and as the bearer of them. I had a great time also in camp and taking part in battles even if my shoes decided to have one up on me in making their soles the worse during a march. On the last day of battle I have dueled a French officer with a sword (as this was also the only weapon I bore in hand, defending the colours and giving them a chance to escape