A menacing, statanic rumble approaches, its stench of burning oil and hot metal fills my nostrils, burning up into my brain. The ground shakes, as the steel behemoth churns the ground like a dull scapel, ripping parallel scars into the earth. Turet turns, gun recoils in an instant, a flash. The sound wave of the boom knocking men backwards. Its missled warhead piercing the air until its finds its target, so many miles away that all that is seen is a puff of smoke and another boom that lags behind.
Alfred C. Martino
Updates from everyday life as seen by me