I joined the Lazurian Army about a month before the meteors, and luckily, most of my company members lived, save Delta Platoon, And My Platoon, Omega Platoon, only received too casualties and five wounded. I was next to Henry Roderick, our leadsman, just as a small meteorite, about the size of a .50 caliber bullet, went through his skull, killing him instantly. I turned, only to meet a face full of dirt, and yet, he was luckily they didn’t puncture… too deep. We all gathered around our radioman, who only got hit on the arm severely because he was under a trench wall when he reached from cover to hand a magazine to someone after a day of grueling exercises. We all gathered around him as he turned the radio full volume. There was a bunch of static, until we soon heard Tasha on the radio, and we all relaxed.

“Hello? Is anyone under the name of Lazuria there? If you are, meet at the remains of the capital, repeat, get to the capital, If anyone has survived the onslaught, head to the capital, over and out,” The radio had said, and static prevailed as We looked at each other. We then heard another sound as we started hearing our other commanding officer, Gage, send a broadcast very similar to Tasha’s, repeat. Then, soon after he stopped, General Forsythe had transmitted the same message; Come to capital, regroup.

We looked at one other and nodded. We were only two miles out from the capital, and we marched toward the capital, faces looking around the dirt-ridden landscape. As we were a mile out from our now in view, meteor-stricken capital city; we looked at it in horror when we saw that larger meteors had struck it than what had happened to Henry back at our position. We could see small vehicles moving in the distance. We looked at the numbers that survived, and we were doing fairly well after this disaster, maybe. I estimated we had five hundred thousand units, probably much less however. We walked on, and noticed something for the first time; all the plants were withering.

We all looked around to each other then to the plants, and back at ourselves, until said piped up.

“What the hell, man? What’s up with the plants?” One, Fadse Jones, had said. We explained to him that the plants were losing sunlight, and he asked why. We pointed up, and I swear, there are some moments wear he just is plain thick, and I mean THICK. He looked at the sky, and stopped, gaping, wide-eyed like a toddler seeing their first roller coaster. We started laughing, and started on about how the ash was plugging their stigmata, and we lost him, leaving him in a babbling state, and we spent the rest of the time laughing our asses off as he was left in confusion.

We got into the city, and we were awe-stricken as we walked the flame-covered rubble of buildings, piles of concrete on the sides and centers of roads, providing roadblocks of tanks, artillery, and other vehicles, and meteors stuck on buildings—and sometimes fell as tanks were under them—as we went to the center, where the main army was.

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