| The Pakistani Major had grown increasingly anxious over rumors of an impending air strike from India. "Khan," he ordered his aide-de-camp, "I want you to climb that mountain and report any signs of Indian military activity." "Ok, Major," replied Khan. He trudged up the mountain, and as soon as he crossed the ridge he saw a squadron of planes heading their way. "There are many planes coming, Major," he promptly radioed back. "Friends or enemies?" the Major demanded urgently. Khan again lifted his binoculars to the sky. "They're flying very closely together, Major," he replied. "I think they must be friends." |