I was awakened to the blinding gleam of the sun, and as I saw around me, the war field was still in its empty and barren state. The grass field and meadow prairies fell to the sway of the crisp wind, and the breeze was gentle over my face. My father stood viewing over the dead wreckage of the arillery that clustered us. My mother, I saw still sleeping under a soft sheet, held with her the child who was still in its nap. Mr. Washington was away from us, scouting by the hill that held position of the combat gun, but he only saw the hilltop to be barren as well. ''Everyone must have gone already in such a hurry.'', my father mentioned when he came over to speak to me. We saw Mr. Washington waddling over to us and said, ''The place from there to the forest way is empty and clear, but I spotted a place with smoke ahead.''. ''Well we best be goin, before the heat should come over.'', my father said, and then we followed onwards. My mother was fatuiged along with the child, and I don't remember much of the voyage, but the crying of the child all the time along the road.
The trees swayed calmly with the blow of the wind rushing against the clouds. On the way, I had not seen any birds or any other crows taking flight in the skies. I figured that it was a cold instead that was on its incoming. For the time that we had travelled, not an outside sound reached us, and so it seemed that everything was dead, and Mr. Washington imagined that all of the remainder of men were either absent from the country region, or dead and gone for good.
''We're getting close to the smoke there, but stay quiet, there may armed men standing about there.'', warned Mr. Washington. He took us to continue along the misshapened road within cover of trees and bush. As we approached the place of the rushing smoke, which became clearer to us that it was a purple smoke, we caught the voices of men talking amongst others busily and aloud, and we heard the sounds of machinery and heavy engines. Under the bushes, we saw within a score of yards uniformed people working over ordenance and busying over gunnery. We spied and saw that they were preparing heavy war pounders, mounted guns, and their rockets ready for charge. Only four war tanks were visible to us, maned by soldiers and standing sentinel aiming cannons over the river. There were two militant helicopters busy over the sky, patroling and keeping watch ahead where intruding shots were expected to come from. ''No that's not right!'', uttered Mr. Washington. ''They don't seem to be enemy forces. I, I think they're our's!''. ''What?'', asked my father. ''Look closely man! Their marked by the flag! Each tank is marked with em, even the arms of them men!'', said Mr. Washington in an urgently excited voice. I spotted something over the boundry of the camp's gates, for there was an active camp here. I called for Mr. Washington, and said, ''Mr. Washington, it's a flag! Over there.''. ''American troops!'', my father had discovered. No longer have we seen armed troops of the tyranical rule, and now, we have discovered a hospitable camp of military survivors, and they were readied enough for the far-bound offenses who were yet to appear noticeable.
We made ourselves seen to them, and they had arrested us, yet freed us seeing that we were fugitives from the far south. We speculated at first the happening of their deffensive movements, that they worked quickly in preparations for a coming fleet of some kind. ''We are gathering the civilians underground now. We fear the worst now. Details say that enemy pounders are being planted along the Alder river, but God knows what's stirring beyond them. We have no further sight other than the artillery waiting there.''. He pointed ahead and discerned the pattern of trees, and he noted them as being cover for the enemy's lethal guns. We were taken underground into a tunnel lit by lanterns and candle light. Fugitives, days haggard under torn and dirty garments and dresses, worker's uniforms and beggers with the worst, were all gathered and silent with a few young armed men, knowing from what was told, that a possible offensive strike may be on the coming. We sat under that small square of the sky. Around that, dark and shuttered from the sun. Then, men started in the shouting of all kinds of biddings and details. One dark shape of a soldier casted upon us and shut the top door over us quickly, and the bunker became dark. Orders for guns were heard over the earthly wall over us, and the lanters hung swayed in the movement of their feet and engines. The frantic agitation stopped, and there was a solid silence. One deep voice was notable, saying, ''What are they doing there? They're retreating now.''.
Two hours in the stillness, nothing had happened yet, but periodic sounds of the soldiers making their observations of the northern batteries. There was a thin beam of sunlight coming through the only view point we had of the outside, and it luminated over our faces. ''Something wrong must be happening.'', whispered Mr. Washington amongst the silence of that small space. ''Do you feel it? I can feel it getting worse.''. We caught in sight nothing but the blue sky and some clouds drifting above us. Then a loud noise unsealed the door and there was light. ''The gunners have retreived. We are now safe.'', said the soldier. ''Lieutenant, they're receeding over and beyond the hilly range. I can't see any of em anymore.'', the artillery man asserted, who kept a far and keen scope over the forestry and the hills there for the pounders. ''Well?'', the lieutenant said. ''Any reports from the Hawks?''. ''Yes sir, Lieutenant!'', said the man and aimed his directions over ahead. ''Hawks sayin details about a fast retreival back northward.''. The luitenant thought for a moment, looking over that broad range of undisturbed green, and said, ''Make sure the Hawks keep watch over the hillsides there, and to patrol for coming interceptions.''. ''Yes sir, Lieutenant.'', the man said and rushed away. More cylinders of shells were brought to bear at the good use of the cannon guns and the tanks were left ready by the camp. ''We're planning on pushing on,'', Sargent Willis mentioned to Mr. Washington. ''The Captain's men calculated the main distance between an enemy battery and our troop men. They mind us by keeping distance of about a quarter of a mile away from us, for some reason. But they've got reasons when they're racing against fugitives with cannons at hand.''. Mr. Washington took a watch at the hills there, and said, ''Hm, they would have had a chance at those vantages there, but they rushed away.''. ''We think it may be that they're escorting an advancement of firepower out from sight, and that they are reinforcements for militants to the northern city. Or it just may be that they are rushing after the city in the same rush as we are going. We are heading for the city, and taking up as much shelter as we can find out of anything on our way there, but we have lost some men and a surplus of resources. It's quite a hell, I'll tell ya that.'', explained the Sargent, and he kept his watch over our next destination ahead, to the north.