How NOT to take the hill.

Suppose you had joined a fighting regiment because the commander had promised to capture a particular, strategic hill. You were all ready to charge in hell or high water and conquer the knoll! But on the day of the attack, that same commander gathered all his troops together and said to them "While it would be ideal to take the hill, even if we must retreat and settle for holding the side of the hill, the important thing is that we're on the hill." Your mind fills with dreadful images of the enemy lobbing artillery at you from the summit as you hold your victory celebration down below. How does this make you feel?