It was that time again. His skull was losing the battle, the hair was poised to take over.
A $7.99 coupon for Fantastic Sam's? "Don't mind if I do," he thought.
Clippers. Scissors. Combs.
The hair fell like rain, it could not possibly hope to win. Ms. Fantastic Sam dropped a nuclear bomb on the hair army. Total annihiliation for only $7.99....or so he thought.
As he drove home, he felt it. It poked, it tickled, it itched. The hair lived to fight again.
At that moment he knew...he had won the battle, but the hair had won the war.
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My hair is losing the war. It may even be missing the war. (Weak Ben Folds Five reference, I know.)
I'm wondering if this man is going to continue getting his hair cut or has he succumbed to the hair army forever? Will he look like the modern Cousin It for eternity? Or will he continue fighting temporarily-won battles forever? As always, I'm trying to read more into a story than is probably there. :)
I really like the "dropped a nuclear bomb on the hair army" bit.
Someone smarter than me will have to answer this last question. Should those last phrases be "he had won the battle, but the hair had won the war" or "he won the battle, but the hair won the war?"
I think you need "had" in those sentences. Not 100% sure, but pretty close.