Prologue

Day 1,343, 06:52 • Published in United Kingdom United Kingdom • by Henry Hank Moody

Hey i got bored and decided to write a little prologue.

Its not great havent edited or anything but hope you enjoy despite its many flaws 😛



With the resistance forces continuing to cling to their last strip of land Lieutenant Brayford of the 1st Armoured division was ordered to use any means necessary to destroy the Irish rebels and bring the land back into the fold of British Imperialism. A task he relished.

“Sir Command has given the green light for the navy to commence their bombardment of the Rebel fortifications.”

“Thank you Sergeant. Ready the men, as soon as the navy ceases their attacks we move in.”

“Yes Sir.”

Brayford watched as his Sergeant moved amongst his men. They were crouched behind the wall of what would once have been a school but had become nothing more than a broken corpse made of some six foot high walls, blackened and still warm from the explosion that had ripped it apart. Only thirty two men and women remained of the mighty 1st Armoured. The rest were rotting somewhere in the Irish country, blown up, shot at and a couple who had had their flesh seared from their bones in the hellish heat of a flamethrower.



Thirty two men against a full company of Irish Rebels entrenched and with nothing to lose. Suicide. But orders were orders and Lieutenant Brayford was through and through a soldier and soldiers follow orders.

The first whir of a torpedo broke through Brayford’s thoughts and he quickly dropped to the floor as the explosion ripped into the Irish dawn. The onslaught continued for what seemed an age before a voice cracked through Brayford’s earpiece.

A simple one word command and Brayford was up signalling his men onwards towards the hated enemy.

As they ran firs cracked out from the entrenched enemies. Brayford felt the whistle of bullets within inches of his head. Corporal Charles Drake fell in front of the Lieutenant his head missing and a mist of red settling gently to the ground.

Within 50 yards of the compound Brayford saw the gaping hole made by the naval onslaught but before he could move towards it pain seeped through his shoulder and he fell to the ground. In the last moments of consciousness he saw the rest of his unit fall, countless flashes of gunfire spreading out to deliver death to his men.