The Battle

[Fekason]

It was dawn on the battlefield on the border between England and Scotland.

Both sides were facing off with a wooded valley between them. This was to be the day.

It was eerily quiet, when out of the mist-enshrouded woods came a Scottish voice, “A Scotsman can beat any Englishman.”

The English king was affronted. Get my best soldier, and send him there to teach this upstart Scotsman a lesson.

He entered the woods, and soon after the sounds of battle penetrated the still air. Finally, the noise stopped.

The quiet was broken when the same Scottish voice boomed, “A Scotsman can beat any two Englishmen.”

It was now a matter of pride. The English king sent in two good men, and the conflict started. Again all fell quiet, and then the Scottish voice came again, “A Scotsman can beat any four Englishmen.”

This went on for some time, with numbers doubling, until the voice boomed, “A Scotsman can beat any 128 Englishmen.”

Down into the valley went the valiant (as close to a car story there as we can get) 128. The battle raged for much longer this time. There was tension on both hill tops as the battle raged.

Then out of the mist crawled a mortally wounded English soldier, and with his last breath cried, “Don’t send any more. It’s a trap. There are two of them”.

[newo]

hahah lol sounds like one I heard about the SAS troops and the Taliban