To McKenzie they looked like giant claymore-wielding warriors to others they were wind turbines that revolved majestically in lines across the undulating hills of the Southern Uplands of Scotland.
In a bygone era, ferocious warriors would have lined these same hills; tartan-clad armies that fought face-to-face with every invader. The Scots were fearless, even wild, and they were feared by every adversary who came against them. Throughout history, from the Picts until now, Scottish soldiers were infamous in battle.
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