Strategy on the Rocks: Sun Tzu in the South Atlantic
Abstract
Master Sun Tzu wiped the tears streaming from his eyes as he recovered from his third bout of vomiting that hour. He looked out over the railing at the churning South Atlantic and cursed the bobbing horizon and whatever evil djinn had made him accept the offer from Hong Kong-based Ch i Consulting. It had actually sounded intriguing two months ago: in return for one lecture in some city named Stanley, the Master would receive a stack of dollars the height of an arrow a longbow arrow, not a crossbow bolt. At the time, the mere thought of such wealth in return for mere words made Master Tzu glow. Now he was ashen. Why, in the name of heaven, had he not thought to ask where this Stanley was? By the time he had ascertained that one important fact about terrain, his signed contract had launched him off the edge of the world the freezing edge, no less. The endless flight from Beijing to Buenos Aires, and then to Punta Arenas had been bad enough, even with the comely flight attendants in Business Class. But the inclement weather that had cancelled the scheduled flight to the Falklands and forced him onto this hellish barge in the company of a group of boisterous and increasingly drunk Falklanders -- surely disproved the Communist's assertion that the gods have no sense of humor.
Document Details
- Document Type
- Technical Report
- Publication Date
- Jan 01, 2004
- Accession Number
- ADA441677
Entities
People
- Benjamin G. Ziff
Organizations
- National War College