All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one reenactor in his time plays many parts.
At first, the recrue, with his borrowed uniform and shining morning face, creeping like snail semi-willingly to drill. Then, the experienced soldat, full of strange oaths, jealous in honour, seeking his reputation in the musket’s mouth. Lastly, the veteran, with eyes severe and moustache of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances.
Photo by kind permission of Emma Norfolk
Le Régiment Gatinois 