We have returned. We landed basically unopposed in Halifax. Snuck in under cover of darkness. After breakfast, we stormed ashore and pillaged the town. We bought only what was necessary. Later in the day we stormed the Citadel and bribed our way past the kilted guard. We drank all sorts of Scotch inside the fortress. We looted the regimental crystal.
It started to rain, and we look down at the hoards of people that were gathering around to worship Sir Mick. That's right, we used the cover of the confusion of a Rolling Stones concert to thwart the counterattack.
Safe within the Citadel and drinking our Scotch. We reminisced about how the stout Canadians performed so remarkably well in 1915 when faced with a horrible three letter word. Gas.
To our dismay, we found the Canadians still stout and performing brilliantly despite another three letter word: tax.
Our newfound friends from the Canadian Regiment were paying up to 50% income tax, as well as 14% sales tax! With deepest respect we withdrew back to the boat. We decided to let them have Canada for the time being. We could not afford the taxes.
All we could do is have another lobster on the boat. We heard that people were paying from $300-$600 a ticket for the Rolling Stones concert. They were sitting outside, and it was raining.