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I was working a protest a couple of months ago (I'll let you guess which international conflict it was in regards to). At it's height I would say there were 3500-4000 people there. I said to one of the guys I was working with "Give me 50 Templars and this is over with"
How did they end up clearing everyone out? Mounted unit. The more things change...
I actually met a couple of mounted officers in Edinburgh city centre. They were just exercising the horses. I asked permmision of course, and very gently patted the horse's neck. The pelt was very smooth, but underneath I could feel muscle way beyond anything a human could hope to build. It must have weighed close to half a ton.
The horse turned it's great head to look at me for a few moments, obviously decided(correctly)I was no threat to him or his rider and went back to eyes front. I decided I would never put myself in a situation where I saw one of those great beasts charging me.
It reminded me of what the Irish say about the Wolfhound,
"Gentle when stroked, fearsome when provoked"




