The battle

Our morale was low. We were outnumbered. We had difficulty holding our line. The enemy was stubborn, they came in droves, hour after hour for the last two days. So we watched and waited. There was little else we could do. Since today morning everything suddenly had gone silent. Maybe this was the lull before the storm. We could bear it no more. Now in the fading light, we were trying to break through. For every two inches we advanced, we had to fall back one, regroup, rally and try for two more. Tired, numb and cold, never had we felt so hopeless.

Then the cavalry arrived. Decked in yellow armor, it was a sight to behold. The enemy was no match and was beaten down in matter of minutes. A wide path now lay in front of us. We returned the borrowed shovels, saluted the driver of the snow plough and finally managed to get our car out of the parking lot.

All over town we heard similar stories. Never in history of Champaign-Urbana has so much been owed by so many to so few.