Indeed, here we are, snug as you please, in our cosy littly fort in the wilderness, supper about to be served, when suddenly a yelling horde of Frogs and Injuns with war paint and all, outnumbering us about four to one, pops up from the woods and sweeps all over our walls and ramparts, routing everyone instantly ... oh agony! It lasted two hours before we were all rounded up, no doubt to be scalped and tortured to death eventually ... war is no fun when your superiors put you in such a lousy stockade with some five hundred odd provincials and no reinforcements near. [B)]
Congrats, John. [8D]
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