Annual visit to Edinburgh Castle via the TV for the Military Tattoo. Quite an event, the bagpipes, both stirring and hauntingly poignant, the spectacle created in the arena with projected images on the castle walls, tartans flying, sporrans flapping, furry busbies blowing in the breeze, too bad if your chin strap slips you won't be able to see a thing, flaming drumsticks going every which way courtesy of the impeccably timed Swiss, the humour in amongst the precision. And then the lone piper on the castle parapet to bring it all to a close.
Apparently the sound of bagpipes was not always welcome in wartime. Not if you were on the opposing side that is. With a reputation as being fierce in battle, the kilted commandos earned not only the respect of their countrymen and allies, but their enemies as well. Dubbed the "Ladies from Hell" they could strike fear into the staunchest soldier just by picking up the old bagpipe, let alone a weapon to go along with it.
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