New Edinburg, Scotland 1922
The city of New Edingburg, founded in the late 1790s was a city of culture but no more. As the war slowly came closer to the city, many of the citizens had fled to other towns or cites. Now even as war is waged on its very streets and alleys. the remaining civilans go about thier lives as best as they can know full well that thier lives are in harm's way. City hall which had been remodeled at the turn of the century, was now the headquaters of the scottish army. The general in command looks over a map of the city and the areas surrounding it and sighs.
"What is the point of this war now? Many young men have died now and now even more men die." he says to himself. As he tries to come up with a plan to counter the american assault, a messager comes in with a telegram. "Telegram for you sir. it's from the Minister of War."
as the messager boy leaves, the general reads the telegram and suddenly drops it. "No...they can't be serouis. To launch a massive attack with half the army bogged down in this god awful muck is nothing shourt of sucide and murder. As he thinks of the plan, he knows he has no choice but to order the attack. "May God have mercy on my soul for the sin. But i will not allows my men to die by themselves. I will lead the attack."
He then turns to don his sword and pistol andwalks out from his shelter and walks towards the lines where a stalement has been reached and stands before his men. "Men, i ahve been order that there is to be a major attack on this front. We are to lead this assault and attemp to break through the american lines. I will be leading the attack myself. Be brave men. We will be honored as heroes! Now men! Charge!!" he then goes over the top of the trench and sraws his saber and waves it over his head and rushes towards the american lines as machine guns begin to fire. Soon heavy guns fire and shell the scottish soldiers in the charge. As men are blown into the air and ripped apart by the fragments and bullets the charge carries on. the general, still alive, jumps into the first trench and slashes at the defenders and turns to strike at another soldier when he is bayonetted from behind. As the troops rush the trench, hand to hand combat insues. But suddenly, american reinforcemetns rush the trench and the insuing fihgt is nothing short of a slaughter. The scottish fall back, carrying the body of thier general back to the HQ and learn the mjaor attack elsewhere along the front as turned into a failure. As the men take cover from the latest barrage, the war carried on and in the months to follow, New Edinburg will be in american hands but it will be a shadow of it's former self. Such is the price of war where man is concerned, for man will wage war for all time til mankind consumes itself and destorys all that it holds dear