From Fitzroy's Private Diary (Extract 153)

They’ve only gone and mentioned me in despatches! I don’t want to be mentioned in bloody despatches! You don’t mention spies in despatches that’s the whole damn point about being a ruddy spy!

To be fair, I was acting in my capacity as a scout, and they used my real name, rather than my spy moniker. Unfortunately, a member of my wretched family saw it. Then it was ‘how the devil is a wastrel like you a captain?’ and ‘what were you doing behind enemy lines?’ to which I responded - none to politely - ‘what the devil do you think I was doing? Going to a dance?’

However, suspicions have been raised that I’m not wholly useless, and that I might even be doing my bit for the country. Of course, my father thought they must have either exaggerated wildly, or got me mixed up with some other captain. From now on, when working with the regular army, I’ll insist on being referred to as Captain Fitzroy. Maybe one day that’ll even be Brigadier Fitzroy.

Not that I do any of this for the glory. I’m in it for the adventure, and the ladies, like any decent gentleman.