The string of loud and explicit profanities in both french and English would have been enough to sour the ears of even the most hardened solider for half a kilometer around the regiments command tent.<br/>"Make me a colonel and then tell me to go take it up the."  He cut himself off as he slammed his fists so hard on a table he cracked the water warped wood.  He took in a few angry breaths and let them out and slowly calmed down.  The other officers inside the tent looked on at their commander in silent aw.  He had been a tired old man until recently, cool under fire and effective, but the war had been draining on a man who didn't even want to be there.  They had certainly never see him explode like that.  "Well everyone, we are on our own. Someone give me a report on what we've got here.  Some yankee's and another half regiment right?... Okay and the wounded?"  Someone handed him a report and he skimmed it.  Two hundred, not to mention the civis to take care of.  "Alright, put out a call to whomever's listening and ask them to rally on us. Or at least give a rep." There had to be a lot more lost guys out there, no doubt just as miffed as the french right now, and they need to pull them together somehow.  "Send it out in whatever languages we speak, accept Russian.  Say Colonel Joffre, 2 Regiment Foreign Legion is assuming command of the situation in the absence of a higher authority.  Anyone who disagrees can come say so to my MG okay."  he then stormed out to light up a cigarette and take a smoke break.  He probably woudln't get to do that much more and he needed one right now.  "And send out a few patrols to look for the idiots who have turned their radios off."