The battle rages thick and as in all battles there are a lot of losses. One platoon is clearly not doing so well. At nightfall they find themselves surrounded by enemies. After a tense night as day is about to break.
The Platoon Commander gathers his men for a talk, “Well, there is some good news and there is some bad news. First, I would like to give you the bad one. As you all know we are surrounded by enemies on all sides. Now, command tells mi that they are unable to send in reinforcements or supplies. God damn it, not even air support!” He takes a long pause and looks up to the heavens in supplication. A young rifleman stammers and stutters forcing the words out of his miserable existence,”Ssir… wha… what is the gogood news?”
The Platoon Commander looks them in their eyes, one by one, his sight penetrating their souls, his dour expression turning into one of devilish delight,”Boys, the good news is, now we can attack in any direction!”