Chris looked out over the horizon. Poking his head above the fragile barricade. The wind shredding his face like cheese on a cheese grater. Edging closer, the faint echo of marching gradually draws louder. He scrambles for his bag and reaches deep inside for his binoculars and directs them towards the hilltop in the distance. The sound of marching is now clear as little stick men slowly accumulate above the hill. Panic grips him and fear envelops his thoughts. “What do I do?” Chris mutters to himself hoping for a response from silence. He sounds the alarm and awakes his sleeping comrades. “What is happening!?” they ask as they are pried from their beds. Chris urgently replied, “They came”. “Are you for real?” the men replied rather sarcastically. The force of around 100 men scramble for their weapons and line up along the barricade.
In the distance, an armada assembles aggressively in lines of thousands. Chris turns to his commander Jack Harding-a cold tough man; proven in battle, in despair asking, “How on Earth do you plan on winning this, sir?”. “By waiting,” Jack replies rather calmly given the situation. Chris knew Jach very well and he had never seen him so calm in such a situation. Even looking around the terror was plain to see upon the faces of the other soldiers.
Slowly but surely, the army atop the hill began to change.The odds were beyond scary. The anxiety grew among the men; some even began to flee yet still Chris’ commander showed no fear. He seemed contemptuous yet his men the polar opposite. The booms of the army began to sound as they marched slowly towards the men intimidating them with each and every step. Once golden hills draped in with azure flowers were now shrouded by camo gear.
Chris and his men weren’t underprepared for an invasion: they knew one was coming yet they had no idea the scale by which it would be. Their sheer size chilled him to his very bones. All their weapons and advanced technology could never have prepared them for such a battle yet as daylight approached, the army charged, shredding the ground in their advance. Commander Harding ordered to fire back and his men did indiscriminately. One by one soldiers fell yet still the army seemed immeasurably large. Hope began to fade as morale began to decline with each loss they suffered. Commander Harding remained ever undeterred and he even expressed a small smirk. At that moment thousands of reinforcements flooded in. Chris turned to his commander and plainly said “Did you know this would happen?”.
In an instant the utterly agonising despair was lifted from the men’s shoulders as floods of their own counter the vast enemy. Fear that had seemed limitless had been swept away. “Were we just a distraction?” one of the men asked. “No!” replied captain Harding, “We were the only hope they had, sometimes that is what we must do.”