Capitaine Vengeur 263 Posted September 2, 2012 This is Rorke's Drift, 1879, as a handful of fortified British soldiers fights hard to repel mighty waves of formidable Zulu warriors. Standing in the middle of the position in a very martial attitude, the British commander audibly ask to his subordinates: - Aoh! Please bring me my red skirt! - What for, Sir? And the commander nobly replies: - For if I were wounded, I don't want my boys to notice it and panic! Moments later, the Zulu warriors are about to make a breakthrough in the British defenses, and the commander can see raising assegais and blood-thirsty dark faces, all of them angrily pointing at him. Then he moans much less audibly and nobly: -Aoouuugh... Please bring me my brown breeches... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
