The Victorious Return to Base Camp
We march back to camp cold, wet and hungry but with our heads held high and our hearts full of victory! The vile invading buckthorn was caught unaware of our attack and scattered to the elements. With saw and snips, we cleared swathes of hideous groves and horrid stands. We sprayed the stumps with a herculean solution of blue gunk so that the regenerative properties of the plant would not allow it to rise again like the hydra.
We struggled for hours and suffered some causalties. Deer and duck had been sent in to scout the enemy position, but did not survive their mission. We were only able to retrieve their tags, so little of their corporeal presence remained. Their sacrifice was not in vain, as we were able to clear large areas of the menace known only as "that plant we're supposed to cut and spray."
Long live the fighters!