We were thankful, especialy me, when we were released at our tent house. It was at far noon when we expected nothing else, but only a slave's job, when the soldiers had left us to be. Apperantly, my father had hidden his cards to play with, and we did so by some time. We conversed joyously, although forgetful of the risen enemy we were placed to face now, and in only two days of inprisonment, which I regret living throughout, time had been slowed.
''I wish I had water by now.'', a woman complained. ''We all do, but at least we got our meals.'', her husband had said, eating the remains of the crumbes from the bread we were given with the meat. ''What if that food was poisoned?'', mentioned another man. ''I doubt that they'll be that cruel to us, and sooner or later, they should be letting us free.'', said the feasting man, when I saw that there was nothing much to chew on about. We played the cards with everyone there, except a man who had contenued on, depraved in fear and wonder of what is to be of him next. I had one eye at the hatch of the tent, and suddenly, the sirens billowed about. ''Oh God, now what is that?'', my mother uttered to the sounding of the signals. ''Is it a bomb? Oh God forbbid it to be a bomb.'', said the woman in doubt. We rushed for the outside, behind the fenced gate. Across the port, the ships were prepared without delay, and to my perspective, they were readying for attack. Overhead, where the horizon would soon meet the sinking sun, gunships, dark against the glare of the sunset, set course for the armored shore here, of verge of our town.
The commands were flown across the airs of the tank and soldier crowded coastline, which was measurably approximate to the town. ''Hold aim on the gunners!'', militant commandants declared, at the nearing of enemy vessels. In the silence of their advancement from the horizon edge, large pound was heard everywhere about the town and the forestry around. Then, a second concussion was ejected by shore, as the fridgets dissembarked after the invading navy convoy. ''Holy hell, they're fighting each other out there.'', said a man, watching at far sight. Three fighting ships, as large as the sandy port we were armed by, charged at full velocity, steadfastly penetrating the sea waters. The two fridgets, on their ways in the charge, discharged their gunpower, and the battleships too. The volley of the guns was picked at earshot within a mile of proximity, and the creatures were discuraged by the loud movement.
On the left of my view, I spotted the naval ship, the largest warship at sea that day, which was being manned and excited in the preperation of the arsennal, and the spirits of many. At the quick-going moment, I could only concentrate on the busying of the pounding and ships and the attack against the newcoming enemy. They came close, and invaded the watery gap of the town, and the worst, as I witnessed, was done in the close fight against our overwhelmed troops and soldiers.