the Desert winds blew across his face, a White One come to defeat me. he raised the glass to his eye. in the lens I
I said, "an attacking force must be greater than the defence by half, twice the enemy’s size if possible. There must be no question as to the clear winner:
'The most important factor. . . is superiority of material.'"
materiél must be. . ., materiél must be. . ..
I rose and pushed the board away.
"I resign."
over my shoulder, I saw his eye eye the oil-fires burn as he walked away.
I. . .
"Aye, aye, Captain. Burn points at twenty metres."
a Rose pushed up from the broken bunker-rubble, in red, white, black, green stars.
"Queen my Pawn."
"The game’s over!"
"House rules."
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