Many years ago we found ourselves halfway around the world from our homes. One evening we heard a noise in the bush, when quite suddenly and violently the enemy attacked us. It was three against a thousand! We fought them off after some very savage fighting. It was three against a thousand! The enemy fell back into the jungle and regrouped. It was three against a thousand. Then they came at us again, even more violently than before, it was three against a thousand. We were able to hold our position and drove them back once more, it was three against a thousand. We could heard them out “there”, making preparations for another assault, it was three against a thousand. As dawn was approaching we knew that this would be their third and final attack, so we dug in a little deeper, checked our weapons, and restocked our ammunition. It was three against a thousand. And then they came, screaming and yelling, bugles blaring , and firing their weapons, it was three against a thousand. We fought hand to hand, tooth and nail, bayonets and shovels, It was three against a thousand. Finally we again forced them to fall back, leaving us victorious, It was three against a thousand.. On our way back to the trucks we all agreed that they were three of the toughest SOBs we ever ran into.