Blood, Guts and Steel

Blood, Guts and Steel

Edouard, DETAILLE. THE LAST CHARGE OF GENERAL LASALLE. Digital image.Napoleon.org. Fondation Napoléon, n.d. Web. 23 Jan. 2015.

“Sir, the artillery is opening up on us,” yelled his favorite aide. The situation was getting really bad and fast. How did the situation became so disastrous, we are outflanked, outgunned and out manned. What would he do? What would his forefather have done in his place? Why had he followed in his father’s footsteps? There was no glory in this stupid war. The only advantage he had at this time was a bigger amount of cavalry who were much better at fighting than those damned Ottoman cavalry.

“Sir!! What do you want to do?”.

After hearing these words he thought to himself, there is no way that we can win, unless...

“Sir we need to do something now __”.

YES, why didn’t he think of this before he would … but before he couldn’t finish his thought his tent door was opened, letting the horrible smell of blood, guts and steel flow in. The door, fortunately, was quickly closed, blocking that putrid. However, this wasn’t the most shocking thing that had happened as both the general and his aide were surprised by the sudden appearance of a royal messenger who had just arrived. As he was panting, he managed to say the spurt out his message,

“30,000 men are on the way and will arrive in 2 hours”.

As soon as those words were said, the general yelled at his aide to go tell the core commanders to hold the line for another 2 hours until the reinforcements arrived to help turn the tide against their hated enemy.

As soon as the aide left, the messenger turned to the general and said,

“That was my good news and now I have some really bad news. Our Shah, in all his wisdom, has decided that after this battle you must march forward and take the city. Then you must turn back to help with a new war.”

“Wait, who have we declared war on?” the general asked in a half shocked face.

“Our Shah in his infinite wisdom has declared war on the Egyptians.”

“God how many more men must die in these pointless wars? They are so stupid, and what have we earned in these small wars? All these wars have made, are widows and orphans,”

responded the angry general to this unexpected news that he was going to fight another pointless war. At least this battle would be over soon  he thought to himself. However, before he could say another word, the aide came back in, bringing that putrid smell of guts and blood back into the tent, leaving the smell of death in the room.

“General, I have great news, we have crushed the cursed Ottomans, Horror-Hoora,” yelled the over excited aide.

“Good!” yelled the general trying to be excited.

“We will celebrate for the day and then we will march and take the city.”

Realizing how tired he was and how little his men would care if he wasn’t there to celebrate, he went to his bed and passed out.

The next day, he woke up and marched his men to the city. After several hours of`negotiating, the city was captured and left untouched. He then turned his men south and marched for several weeks, until on the banks of a great river. His army faced his enemy the cursed Mamlocks. That night, the general decided that he would surprise the enemy by attacking as soon as humanly possible. In two hours his army had manage to surprise the army and completely obliterate their force. Then, as he was reviewing the chaotic mess of the battlefield, hating the smell of the blood and guts, he was surprised to see the royal  messenger, running towards him.

“General, your great victory on this battle has made us able to reconquer our ancestral homeland. The great Shah has also been able to sign a peace treaty and wants to meet you personally.”

“Thank you,” the general said to the messenger,

“It’ll be an honor to meet our mighty Shah.”

“Unfortunately your meeting will have to wait as you are needed to help with our new war against the ___”?

“Johnny, how much longer are you going to play that stupid game? I need you to do some more chores,” yelled Johnny's mother.

“I’ll go do it in about 5 minutes, I have to go win another war, okay”.

“No Johnny, I am sick and tired of you making excuses to not work. You are grounded do you understand, Johnny, no more video games for a week. They rot your brain away and take away from your studying.”

“What ever you say, Great and Mighty Shahs, your wish is my command.”