Mark Mansfield: The Journalist, Artilleryman
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George Herbert, The Journalist : The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt.
The Artilleryman : Anyone here?
The Journalist : Come in. Here - drink this.
The Artilleryman : Thank you.
The Journalist : What's happened?
The Artilleryman : They wiped us out. Hundreds dead - maybe thousands.
The Journalist : The Heat Ray?
The Artilleryman : The Martians! They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made - massive metal things on legs! Giant machines that walked - they attacked us! They wiped us out!
The Journalist : Machines?
The Artilleryman : Fighting Machines! Picking up men and bashing 'em against trees. Just hunks of metal, but they knew exactly what they were doing.
The Journalist : Mmm. There was another cylinder came last night.
The Artilleryman : Yes. It looked bound for London.
The Journalist : London! Carrie! I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and her father, so many miles away. I must go to London at once.
The Artilleryman : And me. Got to report to Headquarters - if there's anything left of it.
