And So To Battle, by Maxine Taylor
The soldiers were all lined up. A medley of colours, their uniforms worn proudly as they waited for their orders. Here was a force to reckon with, touting an arsenal of guns, cannon and laser beams, all at their disposal. How sure though could they be of victory this time? Strategically placing his archers on the high ground was a good move. The commander rapped out his order to charge and fire. The whistling of munitions was heard followed by the sound of loud explosion noises. Infantrymen were hurled into the air and scattered from their positions. From the side came the Indians their horses at the gallop. Whoosh went the arrows and the men in red fell to their doom. The cries of fallen men prompted the response from Buzz Lightyear and his Roman legion. Onward they came zapping their way through the lines, dealing with the enemy hand to hand. The carnage continued for at least fifteen minutes. These soldiers were not strangers to the battlefield, for they had fought many enemies and on many occasions.
Suddenly the General arrived, ‘It’s time for tea,’ she said.
The battle for these soldiers was over, at least for today anyway.