Gettysburg: a Tale of the Second War for Pennsylvanian Independence
“Another triplet of lasers sliced the afternoon sky, landing somewhere behind their makeshift trench.
Lieutenant Hatch shrugged. Difficult to do, head down in a ditch. “Oops.”
Before his sergeant, Stug, could snarl again, two more TRACE soldiers belly-crawled along the shallow ditch behind them, taking up position on their right.
“Hey guys,” said Bracer. The huge machine gun on his back weighed him down, but he managed to huddle up under the embankment they were pressed against. “Nice fireworks, huh?”
“Oh, delightful,” Stug groused in a fake high-society accent. It sounded particularly ludicrous coming from a soldier his size. “I seem to have forgotten the lounge chairs at home, wot? We’ll have to watch from down here. Sorry, guv’nor.”
Laser fire pop-pop-popped the earth on their left.
“Probably just as well,” said Hatch. “I hate getting sunburned.”
“Another spectacular intelligence failure?” Hawkeye, the unit’s spotter, said. “Why am I even surprised anymore?”
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