Most of my uniform was intact and sections of it were smoking. I took stock of what I had and looked around to see what I could use as a weapon, as I could see no rifles about. The small bits of metal here and there from the bits of barb wire and the various buckles and other adornments on the bodies that surrounded me were trailing gray trails upward, like all of the metal spirits had been defeated.
I was to man the new 'surprise addition' of Churchills' made behind Major General Swintons' back. We had just transferred in April and had very little experience with machine guns much less this shiny thing. I happen to know they BOTH Swinton AND Churchill felt it was too early to deploy such a weapon too soon.
And then it happened again. And again. The hairs on the back of my hand stood up and hot sparks were shooting off the barbed wire barricade,....
Each tripod was equipped with a weapon that could turn masonry into smoke. Churches that had stood for centuries were reduced to ash, without even rubble left afterwards. There was no warhead, no sound, so what kind of weapons were these?
The strangest thing happened today, although I am still not quite sure what to make of it myself. I can only hope that by writing it down, it will make more sense to me. It was almost like a dream, but I know it was so terribly real.
"When you go to war as a boy you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed; not you. . . "
Will you play the underdog against the Imperial forces or the oppressed Russian populace trying to scatter from underfoot of the two battling forces in giant metal beasts?