Escaping The War In San Diego

We could not move farther than where Vista was at, for combat their was incalculable and at its worst. We came to the plan to resist firepower, and to flee across Hidden Meadows, where there was a chance of finding benevolent reinforcements there. The thought had also given us light, in that we heard nothing of firing or explosions from that direction. Acres and fields of earth, as we could witness all about us, had turned black, dead and singed, for there was previous combat over between Bonsall and San Marcos. Cities and buildings there, to the directions out of the range of the meadow and the forest and hills, laid either burning and dead, or smoking and thunderous with the fighting existant there. Clattering and the whipping of artillery guns we could hear from there, off into distance, against the horizon storms. Towers of smoke rose against the storming skies, and there were thunderous clashes of winged craft and combat ships to the oceanside, at sea, and all along Carlsbad. One could not imagine, or to do much of remembering, what whent on with the tumult in the skies over the earth, lightning-fast reports being discharged all across the city in assault and these nearer establishments. Detonations being heard and felt everywhere, within the extremity of San Diego, or to the farthest hill in the ranges of the canyon vantages.

''Alright!'', declared the lieutenant. ''The capt'n has a squad over at the North Ridge! We will move forward, find our military refuge there too! Firing has stopped throughout here, only houses and roads! We will take you through, and get to the camp on the other side! The squad has already steadied their guns and shells, if we should become under attack!''. We whent on under foot, and I saw, as I remember, others moving off to themselves, in the fear of attack here where there were houses and roads, yet, all empty and ravaged. In a group, we had escaped the smoking fields, made it through the residences, experiencing no commotion but ravaged, burning houses to the west.

At last we had made it for an empty building, flat and square. It was a hospital almost damaged to the far side on the back. Rooms and halls there where inflicted, burnt and ashed by the gone fires of explosions. One gaunt Retreiver wandered the place for rodents to hunt, and watched us by. ''Wait, stop.'', said a soldier. ''Get away, it ain't safe.''. We left the hall where the dog wandered, and we made most of our waiting in the emptyness of the hospital cafeteria. There was food, and a prolific bundle of it all too. We ate, obligated by the militants to save for later in our pockets and bags, and remained vigilant of the city here, where much of this vacinity was in a vivid silence. There was the thunder of guns, yet, no clashing was perceptible here. The sky was in a shroud of nearing storms, yet, no craft or vessels came over. There was but birds and that dog which came to accompany us. ''Any closer to San Diego,'', said the Lieutenant, ''even to the Bay, we'd come to see the chaos for sure.''. There was not much of a plan but to escape southwards, where the conflict laid loud and tumultuous, vibrant and perceivable in violence and movement. When I had sat at the window where the dog watched by me, over shattered window and blackened masonry, I heard a pound, a far thud like a cannon, and there was smoke to my far left of what I saw of the horizon. ''God, they're coming here, on their way! Right now!'', I said. In my astonishment, I alerted everyone, the Lieutenant, and my fathers, and we escaped the place in such frantic terror, with those poundings nearing our standing.  

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