| Chapter Two - The first attack |
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It was announced to us a week after the first launch that although our mission to reach the moon had been a complete success. That tiny rock thought of merely as another place was in fact another world. Barely an hour after landing, Military Intelligence in London had picked up a coded transmission from the lunar surface stating categorically that the moon was inhabited and the creatures that lived there had taken our visit as an act of war. Mans first tentative steps towards the stars had provoked a battle that would change all our lives.
The following month was a blur. A seemingly endless run of meetings, negotiations and preparations. Many panicked and lives were lost in riots which tore through major towns across Europe. Though all this seemed to pale into insignificance when the first of the alien craft arrived. It is hard now to imagine a man woman or child anywhere in the world who cannot draw one of the myriad of enemy vehicles that have filled our skies. But I shall speak now of my first sighting. How well I remember that morning, the air crisp and sweet. There had been reports coming in of objects moving at impossible speeds and so engineers ran to and fro trying to fix what was believed to be our instruments malfunctioning. I stood watching the dawn sky with pipe in hand when from out of the blue there came a sound that seemed to shake the earth. Birds stopped singing and grown men dropped their tools as they came into view. The vessels were like nothing I'd seen before fifty feet long, coloured like newly polished brass and glowing as if from extreme heat. Shaped like fish from the river Styx itself. They seemed to hover as if awaiting orders then the first shots ran out like fire from the belly of a medieval dragon, it spat into a guard tower, the men on it screamed once and were gone vaporised like dew in a flame. Our sentries fired back yet our rifles seemed to make little impact upon the invaders. The battle raged for no more than half an hour during which time I saw death and destruction that chill me to this day. Finally massed volleys from our troops and solid cannon fire from our artillery boys drove them back into the skies with the same fearsome screeching noise. We had won for now. |
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