The general was now very old and lived in a nursing home. As he sat in his chair, he would often nod off into dreamland. The staff and other residents were quite used to him giving his men orders - "advance", "retreat", "cut them off on the East", "artillery, time for another stonk". One day one of the other residents had an idea for an unusual twist on these utterances. She set up a gambling group to see who would guess what the general would blurt out nearest to 11am each day.
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