A more beautiful day would be hard to come by. All grenadiers were present and complete formed up with Malcolm's 42nd Highlanders. He in command, his two corporals with us as the privates. Small differences in the highland method with pauses in the prime and load procedure were explained and performed by our section with savoir-faire. Unfortunately, the Sunday scenario called for a Battle Road script on this Patriots Day weekend so, after our initial success clearing the green of the brown smudgies, we were to be pestered by the skulking dogs fighting as savages from the sidelines. The grenadiers suffered less than the battalion companies, only 66% casualties, even though I suspect we drew more fire from the rebels as we are known to them as fearsome foes. Malcolm sends you regards and welcomes us to field with them as often as practicable. Private Pena was paid high compliments by the commander of the jaegers for his accuracy and engagement of the peaceable loyalist visitors to the kings camps. Private McCamina was 100% on his A game and did credit to your ability as an officer of true grenadier men, solid oaken stuff, what. For my part I did all I could to hold high the honor of the regiment from the left end of our section until the officer, NCOs, and privates to my right were dead or wounded and removed to the rear, finding me at the extreme right flank keeping steady fire on a whole body of rebels that dared not advance to molest us further on our way back. Finally a cease fire was called for and the day ended merrily early enough to avoid the rush hour. Paul Loane's address to the combined forces prior to dismissal claimed his only worry during the battle was we all fought so well he didn't think we could "lose" convincingly. What I saw today bodes well for an awesome battle of Bunker Hill. That is all I have to report on the day.