The battle was not going well. They had made it up to the enemy fortifications and dug in. Their trenches dotted the field of battle but their forward progress had come to a grounding halt.
The chemical bombs that had been dropped from on high erupted all over the terrain and the numbers of the dead left in its wake was astronomical. Many others had drowned in the flash floods as the waters had swept in and filled the trenches. But those that were still there had survived.
The orbital laser was another story. It had burned its path in the wake of the last attacks and there was nowhere left to run. It came from on high and incinerated so many that there was little to nothing left to fight for. It was inexorable, plodding and it left nothing but death in its wake.
The war was over and the toll had been high. It became known as the Day of the Dental Appointment and bacteria quailed at the memory.
Jon Gray Lang.com 