Home Run in Oct

Lonely house on the top of the hill, men resting among the shades of the trees. enjoying the cool and dry wind. catching up on the lack of sleep for the past few days. the weather is sunny and the skies are blue. inside the lonely house are a few men. not taking a rest but instead in deep discussion. the topic? the direction. after the discussion, the men awakes. gets prepared. loaded up and ready to move. all equipment good to go. line up and moves away from the lonely house on the hill. the skies are still blue, and its still sunny.

the men moves into the realms of the forrested. the men are quiet. faces are expressionless. thoughts are running wild in their minds. the branches, roots and everything else gets in their way. but the men presses on. they don;t stop. they look around, then move, then refer, then move again. the wind blows stronger now. the wind is more chilly. the sun is moving down but not that low. clouds are coming in. the men still moves. then something familiar looms in. one halts the rest, takes out his optics and looks. passes the optics around and say, 'they are there' he moves up and dispatch a team of 3. 'wait for my call'.' send in the shells' loud sounds were heard and others felt very very disturbed. the rests moves on. the sky grows darker, the wind blows stronger, the air is cooler now. the men still moves on. avoiding the eyes at all time.

the sun goes down, the area is dark. the silhouette becomes more obvious over the hills. the grasses sways in the direction of the strong wind, but the men stay upright. the men are tired. but still presses on. time slips on and on without any signs of stopping. they reached the bottom, someone said is on the top. everyone gathers. the plan is reconfirmed. 'ok lets go!'

one group starts to rush up. 'its there! its there!' the wind blows like it has never blown before. the sun has gone completely down. move up! follow me! form the line! watch me! stay low! the wind still blows, and it blows cold and chilly wind.'back up needed!' follow me! everything was shouted, the throats sores. confusion. chaos. mess. excitment. loss of team mates. the main part was overan in a matter of minutes. less shouting was needed. it was over. the mission was completed. the strong wind was still blowing chilly air. thats it. the best ever.