A short little story I wrote today in my boredom...feel free to read as always. 
Love
Written by TM
Colonel Aman stood at the wall of the city looking out on the plains below. All looked peaceful and quiet; almost beautiful, but over a hill ten or so miles out, his scouts told him of the oncoming assault of what looked to be half of a hundred thousand soldiers supported by two or three regiments of tanks. His mind could already hear the boots of the soldiers beating to the tune of destruction. Once the enemy reached the gates of the city, and infiltrated the walls, the battle would be over. He had to keep them away; he had to stay their onslaught.
It looks like our fighters have intercepted their air support. Thats a small victory captain, the commander standing beside him said.
It wont be enough, not if they break the walls. Were outnumbered five to one. Our only hope now is our firepower; our secret weapon.
You really mean to use that, sir? the commander asked.
Yes, its our only hope of fending off the savages. Now is the time too, while they are still a little ways from the city. Give the command.
It shall be done Colonel.
Aman watched the field commander, his friend of fifty years, walk towards the command post. Moments later he heard the weapon fire, a flash of light blinded him, and all went dark.
_____
Sergeant Anderson walked through the battlefield, his head throbbing and legs aching. Blood dripped from wounds that covered his body. He tried to wipe himself off with his hands, but his sweat made the blood a muddy substance that clung to surface of his skin. People lay dead for as far as his eyes could see. Arms, legs, ears, and even heads crunched under his footsteps as if they had been thrown about indiscriminately. Anderson did all he could not to trip and fall. No one remained alive. No one even remain in one piece, except him.
All he could remember was a flash of light; one blinding flash and a force that had thrown him backwards and knocked him out. He woke with the sun high in the sky, roasting his body, and giving energy to the flies that seemed to think he was their lunch. He had no idea how long he had been out, and he had no idea how one flash of light could have destroyed an army of forty thousand soldiers. Even the tanks stood burning: bloody caskets for the men who had once been inside.
Their mission had been straightforward. Take the city and leave no one alive. Leave no one alive, not because they were a cruel and evil group of men, but because the men in the city were cruel and evil. They raped and pillaged, took the children they didnt kill for slaves, and supposedly conducted strange experiments on captives. This was a war for honor, for glory, and for country, but mostly for revenge.
Victory he thought. This, our victory march, has turned into a death march. We were supposed to win. This was to be the final battle of the war. Anderson had no choice but to walk towards the city that he could not yet see and surrender. How could such a weapon exist? How could such a horror live?
_____
Colonel Aman woke to the smell of death. His eyes opened and he could see nothing but the clear blue sky as he lay on his back. The wall no longer stood. Looking around, he saw no one moving, no one alive. Every building that had once stood had fallen. Every man, even the commander who had given the order to fire, lay dead. The commanders head had severed from his body and had rolled to a rest on Colonel Amans chest.
Did the weapon backfire? How could this be? Aman stood to further survey the damage. He looked out to where the enemy should have been, and saw nothing. Birds flying overhead were the only things that stirred.
Hey, you! Aman saw a man moving amongst the dead. Did you see what happened?
The mans face showed age, and wrinkles. His clothes were torn and burned, and he walked with a limp. One leg seemed shorter than the other.
What happened? Aman asked again.
Love, the man said.
Love? What do you mean love?
Love, the man said, is what Mohammed preached. The old man smiled, and vanished.
_____
Anderson couldnt believe his eyes as he came within sight of what should have been the capital city. The city no longer existed. The walls no longer stood, and no sound could be heard.
On the road leading out from the city gates, a woman walked towards him. He clothes were rags, her hair frayed, and dirt covered her face.
Excuse me, miss, what happened? Anderson asked.
Love, she said, is what Jesus preached.
Love
Written by TM
Colonel Aman stood at the wall of the city looking out on the plains below. All looked peaceful and quiet; almost beautiful, but over a hill ten or so miles out, his scouts told him of the oncoming assault of what looked to be half of a hundred thousand soldiers supported by two or three regiments of tanks. His mind could already hear the boots of the soldiers beating to the tune of destruction. Once the enemy reached the gates of the city, and infiltrated the walls, the battle would be over. He had to keep them away; he had to stay their onslaught.
It looks like our fighters have intercepted their air support. Thats a small victory captain, the commander standing beside him said.
It wont be enough, not if they break the walls. Were outnumbered five to one. Our only hope now is our firepower; our secret weapon.
You really mean to use that, sir? the commander asked.
Yes, its our only hope of fending off the savages. Now is the time too, while they are still a little ways from the city. Give the command.
It shall be done Colonel.
Aman watched the field commander, his friend of fifty years, walk towards the command post. Moments later he heard the weapon fire, a flash of light blinded him, and all went dark.
_____
Sergeant Anderson walked through the battlefield, his head throbbing and legs aching. Blood dripped from wounds that covered his body. He tried to wipe himself off with his hands, but his sweat made the blood a muddy substance that clung to surface of his skin. People lay dead for as far as his eyes could see. Arms, legs, ears, and even heads crunched under his footsteps as if they had been thrown about indiscriminately. Anderson did all he could not to trip and fall. No one remained alive. No one even remain in one piece, except him.
All he could remember was a flash of light; one blinding flash and a force that had thrown him backwards and knocked him out. He woke with the sun high in the sky, roasting his body, and giving energy to the flies that seemed to think he was their lunch. He had no idea how long he had been out, and he had no idea how one flash of light could have destroyed an army of forty thousand soldiers. Even the tanks stood burning: bloody caskets for the men who had once been inside.
Their mission had been straightforward. Take the city and leave no one alive. Leave no one alive, not because they were a cruel and evil group of men, but because the men in the city were cruel and evil. They raped and pillaged, took the children they didnt kill for slaves, and supposedly conducted strange experiments on captives. This was a war for honor, for glory, and for country, but mostly for revenge.
Victory he thought. This, our victory march, has turned into a death march. We were supposed to win. This was to be the final battle of the war. Anderson had no choice but to walk towards the city that he could not yet see and surrender. How could such a weapon exist? How could such a horror live?
_____
Colonel Aman woke to the smell of death. His eyes opened and he could see nothing but the clear blue sky as he lay on his back. The wall no longer stood. Looking around, he saw no one moving, no one alive. Every building that had once stood had fallen. Every man, even the commander who had given the order to fire, lay dead. The commanders head had severed from his body and had rolled to a rest on Colonel Amans chest.
Did the weapon backfire? How could this be? Aman stood to further survey the damage. He looked out to where the enemy should have been, and saw nothing. Birds flying overhead were the only things that stirred.
Hey, you! Aman saw a man moving amongst the dead. Did you see what happened?
The mans face showed age, and wrinkles. His clothes were torn and burned, and he walked with a limp. One leg seemed shorter than the other.
What happened? Aman asked again.
Love, the man said.
Love? What do you mean love?
Love, the man said, is what Mohammed preached. The old man smiled, and vanished.
_____
Anderson couldnt believe his eyes as he came within sight of what should have been the capital city. The city no longer existed. The walls no longer stood, and no sound could be heard.
On the road leading out from the city gates, a woman walked towards him. He clothes were rags, her hair frayed, and dirt covered her face.
Excuse me, miss, what happened? Anderson asked.
Love, she said, is what Jesus preached.
So many men butchered/beheaded/killed/burnt to death and it's love? 
