Welcome to AGSH. A solo-wargaming blog dedicated to my father and the world's most noble hobby; collecting toy soldiers. Here toy soldiers clash in great battles from scales of 3mm to 54mm.

"Truly it can be said of him, without count are his soldiers & beyond measure his might." - Prince Edward in reference to Lord Butler & his invasion force departing London for Mars.

Friday, January 18, 2008


This past Christmas my father nearly died. My company brought me home as quick as they could. He is recovering but could possibly be headed for a nursing home. So now for family reasons I have left my semi-truck and fortunatley was able to return to the corporate world.

Which means I'm home everyday and off on weekends! Which means it's time to puruse such noble and honorable activities as the glorification of war in miniature! So diplomatic packages will be going out shortly and a resumption of hostilities between the Duchy of Saxe-Huack and it's heathen enemies shall commence immediately!

Anyway I am most glad to be back among you all again and I look forward to catching up on the latest news from 18th century fictional Europe.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

The End of Camulod

For the past 7 years I've been reading the Camulod Chronicles by Jack Whyte. My heart flew through the ages back to Camulod. I could feel the cold air that tugged at Ambrose and Merlyn that winter in the cave. I could smell the blood and gore on the battlefields.

Tonight I finished The Eagle and despite myself, I sobbed for several minutes. Clothar and I both had lumps in our throats while we listened to Arthur tell us of his plans for Clothar and the Queen to return to Gaul. And upon reading my dear friend Clothar's words, "and now they are all dead." some tears came.

Several times throughout the series I had to fight through the loss of people that I admired, Lucanus, Dedalus. It did not bother me a whole lot when Publius or Caius past on for I expected as much. I knew the eventual outcome of the whole story, but tonight I feel as though I've lost some of the best people I've ever known. As though part of myself died in Camulod.

Thank you Jack Whyte for taking me to Camulod. Let me quote Clothar one last time. "I miss them all."