A shell dropped by one of the Marine airships landed nearby, scattering his men. Two were hit and wouldn’t be getting up. Furious, Wil signaled his men to regroup. They took refuge in a burning, bomb shattered building.

“Get me command,” he told the communications tech.

“Yes, sir!”

The tech worked his magic while an impatient colonel watched the landscape turn from a lush jungle to Armageddon. He heard a voice in his ear, faint above the screech of equipment and explosions.

“Head Quarters.”

“This is VanLipsig on the advance team.”

“Is there a problem, Colonel?”

“Little one, yeah. Your guys are dropping bombs on my men! Last time I looked, we wore the same uniform. Tell the birds if they can’t see who they’re dropping their eggs on, they shouldn’t drop them. I lost two men!”

“We don’t show anyone in your area, sir.”

A bomb exploded outside, blowing…