The crowded city streets of Paris were something of a novelty to young Anton more accustommed as he was to the more provincial atmosphere of his home town. Still all this bustle and activity did hold promise, at least things could not possibly be dull. He had wanted to get away from his old home for some time but his "uncle Charles" had never been forthcoming with the necessary allowance, hardly surprising given Anton's rather irregular birht. All that had changed when good old "Uncle" had decided to get married again and wanted his potentially embarassing offspring out of sight. With almost indecent haste,a relatively full purse and insructions not to do anything embarassing ringing in his ears, young Anton had found himself packed off to the city. The army was of course the only real choice for a man in Anton's position, but which regiment. His relatively humble status did rather limit his prospects. As he stood outside the Ministry of War he stared at a list of the regiments and wondered where to begin.............
