Soldiers manning the parapets!
I loved the detail, and the feeling of impending action. If you listen closely you could hear the drums of the tyrannical Redcoats and their German allies marching towards the walls. The Continentals stand ready.
Whites of their eyes, and all that!
In fact, I loved this diorama so much, (confession time), I actually played with the figures. Here's the catch -- They are in no way meant to be played with! The little packs and pouches are all separate pieces, held on to the model with paper straps. In addition my Dad was very careful about using a minimum of glue, so it didn't take much pressure to pop off a head or a bayonet.
Striking, yet fragile.
And they certainly weren't meant to be dropped.
Where's Charlie?
Yup. I said dropped. Each figure is resting on a pin that holds it to the base. As such you can slide them off the base and move them around, like little toys. One day while quietly doing this I, a notoriously clumsy kid, dropped a soldier -- let's call him Charlie. Charlie hit the concrete floor of the basement rec-room with a cracking sound that filled me with blood curdling fear. Terrified at what I'd done I snuck Charlie's battered remains into the garbage and hoped he would not be missed.
He was.
Charlie will not be forgotten!
This was sad, as looking back I realize now that Charlie could have been saved, at the price of a tanned hide and a little glue. Worse still, some friends of the family visited with their kids, and I found out years later that my Dad was convinced one of the kids had nicked his model.
So, there you go! Model soldiers and a confession! Pretty exciting stuff, eh? Thanks as always for stopping by my little corner of the Interwebs.
See you soon!
-Andrew
Love it. Thanks for sharing
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