...Batallions don't bother hiding. You can see a marching army from a distance. Cavalry patrols'll always have numbers in mind. No -- battles are more science and math than even I care to give'em credit. It's about who shoots more shots faster. And who stands and doesn't break. It's about hoping they loose their musket volleys before you're in range.

A colourful uniform identifies you. [ he plucks at his green sleeve. ] Rifleman. It means I'm a good enough shot to wear the colour and it'll put fear in the French Voltigeurs when we butt heads. A colourful uniform means knowing who's on your flank. Even the reds ain't just red -- they're red with coloured facings, y'see? The South Essex was yellow. The Highlanders wear kilts.

[ it's the most he's spoken all night, really. ]