Me and my squadron were picked up on the outskirts of London, we had been given a prototype weapon, but im guessing you already knew that. We were told to get aboard HMS Thunderchild and await orders. We flew over the mass evacuation. It was a terrible sea of tiny dots. stampeding, without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and unprovisioned, driving headlon”

Each Dot its own human face of agony, terror and physical distress.

I looked back over the city......My Home........It was a wreck

We Landed on HMS Thunderchild....Some of the crew looked worried at seeing my squadron
....our reputation must have preceeded us......
Their were still thousands of refugees still to board the evacuation ships.

We got news the Tripods were approaching from the south. We had to prepare that weapon Fast if the refugees had any chance of escape.

I heard screeming. i turned round a saw those bastards towering over the village in the disatnce. they were here

The last evacuation boats were still leaving the harbour. We had to buy them some time. We reddied the gun and fired.......

We brought that bastard down with one hit!
But we were outnumbered three to one
The roar of the other two tripods cannons beagn as they prepeared to fre on us

The men knew that day,that hour was our last but it did not deter us from our goal

The captain had died from the blast, I took control of the wheel. Weapons were down, we were near defeat. I had One option...