“Need orbital bombardment of raider stronghold, coordinates are… northwest 37 2, 41 5 alpha charlie. Danger close, repeat danger close. Do you copy?"
“Affirmative, stand by for bombardment.”
Wyatt put down the radio and pegged it outside. “Everyone down!” Wyatt shouted. All the soldiers ducked for cover just as the USN Alexander locked onto the coordinates that Wyatt had said. While it had been moving into position, it had also readied its massive guns capable of launching depleted uranium shells up to the speed of MACH 5. With final preparations complete it fired onto the stronghold. All that was left was a crater of where the stronghold had been.
Back at base there was a celebration, an assortment of alcoholic beverages, sports, music and general relaxation. Wyatt stood in the corner of the mess hall, where the celebration was taking place, and just looked at the other side deep in thought. Another soldier, Corporal Koron Cela, went up to talk to Wyatt.
“So Sgt.Grunst, do you really think that we have won,” Koron asked.
“I think we won this battle but this war, no," replied Wyatt, with a shake of the head.
“What makes you so sure?”
“I feel that this is only the beginning.”
“Right whatever; come on join in the celebrations.” Wyatt shook his head again, so Koron left him, and Wyatt once again just went back into deep thoughts.
One thing:
I will (eventually) come up with a name for this short story.
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