The Battle for Britain 1692: The story so far, almost completed..

Leading up to the start of the 1693 campaigning season with the climax of 1692..

The Jacobite Army on the left delivered a stunning victory at Badon Hill

The ire of the populace at large has turned like a rabid dog upon prominent men who once had the world at their feet. General Tollemache, erstwhile darling of the army and hero of the battlefield is now become a figure of derision and the corporeal manifestation of gullibility. His signal lack of perspicacity in determining the true intentions of the wily Kirke will forever blight his reputation and judgment. He has further smudged his profile by first agreeing to assume a position of prominence in the army of King James and then, once at liberty, scooting like a Tory amongst the shadows thence on to York and the relative safety of King William’s lands.
That the Dutch thought it expedient to whisk him swiftly to the continent and place him in command of foreign troops in a backwater fortress garrison speaks volumes. These habitually political men will doubtless see a use for the disgraced Hector in their future schemes but for now he is an embarrassment to be hid from view.

Irish dragoons fought all day to control the river valley with considerable success

Sarsfield, Richard Hamilton and the pious prig Dominic Sheldon have become omnipresent since delivering to His Gracious Majesty the colossal triumph at the ancient and legendary site of Badon Hill. Have we not read in some of the more lurid publications that Sarsfield is King Arthur reborn, come to save Britain from the foreign heathen? Hyperbole is of course the stock in trade of pro Jacobite scrivener’s surpassing even the diatribes issued by Cromwell’s counsellors during the unhappy period of the Commonwealth. Would the Irish Army have prevailed had not Kirke turned upon his co-commander Tollemache?

Marlborough lost hundreds of men attempting to capture the village from the Danes

Dear reader, I hear you say, ‘And what of the most maligned man midst the muddle? What of Marlbrook? The Fox? The Judas? The Betrayer?’ Aha! The conqueror has never let truth stand in the way of a legend to be spun.
The victory of Badon Hill was, according to all Jacobite sources resounding. Five thousands of King William’s soldiers killed, wounded or lost in battle with a further three thousands captured in the aftermath and almost every English regiment deserting or coming over to King James. All this achieved through the endeavours of brave, loyal, religiously true Irishmen who have saved England and Ireland both from the darkness of Protestantism and foreign rule.
Was it not Sarsfield’s dragoons who tirelessly defended the cut of Running Brook against any incursion with cries of ‘None shall cross!’.

The Grand Prior's Regiment break the Danish Guards

Did not Berwick’s Irish infantry smash the Danes and break their Guard? All know of the mighty deeds performed by the regiment of Colonel  Richard Butler in staying the hand of the English Guards.  The war trophies amassed include the golden standards of Sir John Lanier’s five hundred cuirassiers and the argent tassled banners of Donop’s Danes. 

Sheldon and Berwick press von Tettau hard