My extended Tale
Author's Note: It's
all about winning at the game of Tiddy Wink
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They say that it's
not about winning the battle, it's about winning the war....who are
"they", these all-knowing, all wise-purveyors of aphoristic wisdom? "They"
have probably never been in a battle, never mind a war. "They", who
dispense their wisdom freely to anyone who will listen, give that wisdom its
value; if they can afford to give it away thus freely, what is it worth? But
"They" will not hear this question, nor debate the obvious answer;
subconsciously perhaps, unthinkingly, certainly, they are aware they have a 50-50
chance of being right, and that's good enough odds since they won't gamble
anything more than their considered opinion on the outcome; it's not much to
wager on such an important game of tiddlywinks!
"Major, you
got your turn now. Show me how well you can lob your chip into the cup. I wager
you the hostage if you win. Or you give me back all my previous hostages."
I looked up at the pompous idiot who has ever don a uniform. Six hours ago, we
were fighting a battle with real guns and ammunition. The tides of the battle
favored my side but if not for his devious methods, he would not have landed
the General and his staff into his hands. The equally idiotic General of my side
had to take a leak while in the front. Now he is leaking between his legs as a
gun is held to his head.
When we were told
to negotiate the terms of release, I came up with his idea to settle the
negotiation. This game has taken me more than an hour of playtime but it bought
me two of the three hostages back to my side leaving only one last person, the
insufferable General. I survey the game plan and then I stood up from the
table.
"No, I think
I would not wager on my hard wins. You can close the game now and we call it
square." That took the General of mine to issue out words of profanities
directed at me. But my opponent was taken aback by my action and pleaded for me
to continue. I looked at my watch and ponder my decision. I walked to the table
and re-looked at the strategy.
"OK, but only
one last round. No more after this. We fight like a man again. Agreed?"
The opponent of mine agreed. So I bend down my back to study the game. I took
up the flipper and pressed on the chip. It flew up high and landed on the
surprised opponent's face. He was distracted by it and so were his men. Then
was the time, I took to grabbed hold of my General and issued the order. The men
already in place on my previous arrangement barged in and shot the enemies dead
including my opponent.
"Thank you,
Major. That was a good rescue effort." The General thank me but I shook my
head.
"I did aim
for the cup but I seemed to have missed. Never mind, it's not the game that
counts; it's winning the tournament that matters."
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