Quite some time ago I started to put together a plan to form a Very British Civil War Division made up of various Scots,Irish and Welsh factions serving the liverpool Free State to field as a relatively complated VBCW ‘army.’ Details here: https://clarkythecruel.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/wild-geese-celtic-tigers/
Well I’ve finally got round to painting some Welshmen
These gallant fellows are the Free Welsh Churchs Fusiliers contignent of the All Welsh Battalion. They are mainly equipped with green coats and jackets. Due to an accident when transported their puttees were stained red. This has resulted in the nickhame ‘the red gaiters.’ They’ve obtained some caps but many of them wear civilian fedoras, where possible stained green. They are lead by Dai Gueste (a nom de guerre for a lay preacher and ex-French Foriegn Legion Sergeant) represented on the command stand by his dirty white kepi and French influenced red trousers.
It may be asked by Welshmen are fighting for the Free State with Wales being so close. Well three reasons:
Liverpool has a large Welsh/Welsh descended population and while many are opposed to the Government it is Liverpool that is their home, not Wales.
Liverpool has access to aid from sympathetic left-wing Americans and the Soviets, by contributing to the Liverpool war-effort these fellows hope to secure some of that aid for their fellow countrymen.
The Welsh resistance to the govenrment is divided between various Welsh Nationalists factions https://clarkythecruel.wordpress.com/2011/03/05/welsh-nationalists-in-the-vbcw/ as well as more moderate unionist groups (Workers Defence Corps, Anglcians etc;) those local to Liverpool might prefer to fight aganist the Government there than risk getting embroiled in various inter-faction Welsh-on-Welsh feuds. (Liverpool has it’s own factional feuds of course but that’s a different story.)
They also (of course) have lovely voices and when they feature in our table top battles the soundtrack of zulu might have to go on – espically if they’re defending the trenches aganist a Blackshirt onslaught :
Men of Harlech, march to glory,
Victory is hov’ring o’er ye,
Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye,
Hear ye not her call?
At your sloth she seems to wonder;
Rend the sluggish bonds asunder,
Let the war-cry’s deaf’ning thunder
Every foe appall.
Echoes loudly waking,
Hill and valley shaking;
‘Till the sound spreads wide around,
The Saxon’s courage breaking;
Your foes on every side assailing,
Forward press with heart unfailing,
‘Till invaders learn with quailing,
Cambria ne’er can yield!