"Are you skilled in night battles?"
"We are the Commando."
Major: "Makes sense, I'll assign someone familiar with the forest terrain to be your guide."
At that moment, the Commando captain raised his head, looking toward the northwest—the beach was in that direction.
"Did you hear the sound of the Highland bagpipes?" he asked.
The Major also looked northwest: "No, I—oh, there does seem to be bagpipe music."
Commando Captain: "Why use bagpipes for enemy identification signals? It reminds me of a lunatic on duty over in Ante."
Major: "Is it Sir Jonathan? I've heard he's an odd fellow who uses a longbow and longsword in battle."
"Yes, an odd fellow."
By this time, the sound of the bagpipes was loud enough for everyone to hear; birds in the forest occupied by the Prosens were startled awake and flew into the sky.
Then, the tank engines, overshadowed by the bagpipes, also reached everyone's ears.
Major: "And armored troops, thank heaven, they're finally here."
