The Battle

Here is a rather poetical story that I wrote concerning current events. Do try to guess what the situation is (if you don't already know) before you look at the answer!

 

The Battle                By Jason Albertson

The day set for the battle was capital; the defending host stood hushed, solemn, and resplendent in their emerald uniforms. Thousands upon ten thousands awaited the arrival of the cruel foe. A jalopy pulled to a stop in front of the field, and the two opposing agents disembarked, faces grim in preparation of the forthcoming struggle. Withdrawing their weapons from the hold of the vessel, they began their savage attack. Thousands watched in horror as the two began slaughtering the multitude. Defenseless they stood, as if rooted by the majestic brutality of the advancing few. Slowly the horde was driven back, cut down, until the last soldier of the once gargantuan legion had been mowed down. The eyes of the victors roamed over the field to be certain that not a warrior was left standing. Finally, when satisfied that the defenders had been utterly vanquished, the offenders cleared the pathways of the slain and retired from sight, leaving only the inanimate figures of the deceased as the sun’s last rays glinted from the bent and broken blades of the conquered.

I will leave the answer in the commentary.
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Not a drop of blood was spilt within the time period of this story;
at least not in the location in which this story takes place.
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