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WAR!
It is said that during major forest fires or other natural disasters, bears, lions, deer, rabbits, and other animals will run away side by side and may even share a cave or other protected place until the danger is past. When the harvest began, it was all life forms for themselves at first. But it soon became apparent that this was not only a war of survival against the elements; it was also a war against an enemy that was hell-bent on the complete destruction of all other life forms. An observer would have been amazed to see groups of wildly different animals banding together to defend a location against the ants. Part of this was because there was no time to fight among themselves, and part of it was the fact that the ants had herded them into a dead end, and there was nothing remaining to do but for every species to fight together against this greater menace.
An even more impressive sight was to see flocks of birds exhausted from trying to stay in the air above the fray begin to join forces with pinned down herds of animals in a wild fight to the death. But in almost every case, the sheer numbers of the ants, who were replenishing their losses faster than they could be killed by the defenders, would eventually win out. It would have almost been comical for an alien species looking down on the situation if it were not so terrible and gruesome. Humans fought beside bears and wild cats together with dogs, foxes, mice, and squirrels. But the waves of soldier ants of all sizes just kept coming, their stingers paralyzing their prey and their mandibles slicing them into manageable pieces for the worker ants coming to clean up the carnage.
The insect world was not spared either; nothing was safe from the ants, no food source was rejected. Instead, the word was passed along to the workers from the ant scouts via special chemicals and touching of antennas together pointing out the directions to find every type of available food. Each different kind of ant eventually received the information so that their workers could rush to the scene and put the newfound source of nutrition and energy to good use building the hive and continuing the harvest.
Some of the world's militaries also put up a courageous fight. Others disbanded from their ranks and fled to their homes and families, where they would each put up their last stand. But the earth was still mostly in darkness. The sun did not give its light except dim outbursts here and there. When the moon could be seen at all, it was a dark reddish-brown color, giving little light. Power grids were down everywhere, and most vehicles could not be started, but some EMP-hardened military vehicles, aircraft, and ships remained in service. The problem was finding the crews to service and operate them. The world had been on a war footing against the threat of an alien invasion that never existed, at least not of the extraterrestrial type. But even with that, it was not like every tank, artillery unit, bomber, or fighter aircraft was kept fueled, armed, and ready to go. The ships at sea were all loaded out, but that was little consolation for the troops on the ground. Amidst all of the initial confusion and the amount of time that it took to figure out who the enemy really was, many military bases and entire armies were simply overrun by the ants before they could get prepared to defend themselves.
Hill Air Force base in Ogden, Utah, was not one of the bases to get caught off guard. Major General Jimmy (Fish) Sturgeon was in charge, and no one had any doubts about that fact. A National Guard tank company out of Louisiana had arrived last week along with a quick reaction force made up of members of the 10th Army Division and a company of rangers out of Fort Hood. In addition, three Apache Helicopters and their support crew had shown up three days ago just ahead of a trainload of supplies and ammunition from Fort Rucker, Alabama. Fish didn't know what to make of the whole alien story, but in his mind, something was wrong, and all of his three-plus percent Seminole Indian blood was telling him that something big was in play.
The Air Base, which was usually only lightly secured, was put on high alert, and the security at every entrance was beefed up, including the concrete barriers used to prevent someone with a car bomb from crashing through the gate. Next, he ordered heavily sandbagged forward machine gun hardpoints built with overlapping fire. Behind them, mortar pits were dug, and live rounds were pre-stacked and protected by sandbags. A permanent fighter air cap was established using an Apache for close in recognizance and ground support and two F-35's from the base's own squadron for long-range reconnaissance and ready for any surprise threats from the air. All bombers and fighter bombers were loaded out with various weapons packages to cover all of the potential threats, some were kept on ready alert, and the rest were kept fueled but undercover.
Fish left the deployment of the Tank Company up to their Commander, Skip Johns. They were to be ready to meet any enemy armor head-on if the need arose but barring an enemy armored attack, they were prepared to defend the base against direct enemy attack. The tanks would have to serve as an augmentation to the mortar artillery as the last line of heavy gun defense. The Rangers were provided living quarters but were also told to set up a perimeter between the machine gun nests and dig in and be ready for anything.
There was a lot of grumbling from the men who were expecting more of a vacation than actual maneuvers and what looked like the beginning of a fight. Other units had been dispersed to different bases, and strategic locations and cell phone conversions with friends revealed that almost everyone else had just arrived on site, stored their gear, and were left on their own. Many who when off duty at other similar air bases were allowed to leave the base and enjoy the local flavor. But it seems that General Sturgeon, the Fish, was a bit of a hard ass and the nervous type, so nobody but scouts in Humvees, pickup trucks, and vans were allowed to leave the base. So instead, continuous but unarmed scout patrols were sent along the main roads into town and down the backroads and trails around the base up to five miles out. They were to report by radio any unusual activity no matter how trivial it seemed.
Just before the blast from the sun hit Hill Air Base, General Sturgeon was in his office going over the latest intel on the alien objects that had entered the solar system. He flinched reflexively when his cell phoned dinged loudly and buzzed to alert him of a new private, secure message from his best friend at the Pentagon. It was encrypted with their own code so that only he could decipher it and read the statement. Jack had obviously been in a hurry, and the message was short. "Forget aliens, natural disaster imminent, unknown internal enemy, we are under attack."
Sturgeon was just picking up his phone to order the launch of the ready fighter bombers when the first earthquake hit and the lights went out. He looked out his window and observed the flashing daylight. It seemed impossible! The sun was turning on and off like God was flipping a switch. Then everything went black, and the base shook again from another earthquake. Emergency backup lighting powered on as Fish hurriedly made his way to communications. One of the F-35's had flamed out and had lost all instrumentation; the pilot had ejected. The Apache was on the way to provide air support to the pilot until one of the base transport helicopters could get there to pick him up. All off-base power had been lost, and engineers had trouble getting the backup diesel power to work. For some reason, the auto start and the ABT switches had failed to operate on the loss of normal AC power. Eventually, they were able to bypass the electronic switches and start the diesel generator.
They soon discovered that cell phone service and hard lines were down; only the EMP-hardened military radio system was working. The only orders they received were to take a defensive posture against an unknown enemy of unknown strength. All of the scout vehicles, except for the Humvee, were reported out of commission. The General ordered the scouts on foot to hump it back to base. The Humvee was to go to the outskirts of Ogden and check conditions in the city. Still, they were ordered to stay clear of the population and not get themselves tangled up in municipal matters.
It was the middle of the day, and the sun refused to shine; Fish stepped outside and looked up in wonder. He noted what sounded like large flocks of birds on the move. Outside the perimeter at the edges of the security light's range, he could also make out the dim silhouette of what looked like herds of deer or antelope racing across the open field. Stepping back inside, he told a junior officer to check the defensive perimeter and ensure that everyone had a full loadout of food, water, and ammunition. This could be a long day's night, he said!
The Humvee scout reported hearing gunfire in town and a line of civilian vehicles leaving. Most of this exodus seemed to be heading up the road toward the base's main gate. What the devil now thought, Fish! He turned and told the radio operator to order the Humvee crew to return to base immediately and use the back entrance. He then sent an armed squad to meet the civilians at the front gate, don't shoot anyone he ordered unless they shoot at you first. I need to know immediately what is going on in town and why they are at our gate.
The Scouts returning on foot made it through the front gate seconds before the first civilian vehicle from Ogden arrived. Unfortunately, the scouts had nothing to report besides the sounds of sirens and shooting in the city, followed closely by seeing the civilian cars racing towards them in the distance. After the long hike and hundred-yard sprint to get ahead of whatever was coming behind then, the scouts were exhausted.
The civilians were stopped by the barricade and armed soldiers just outside the gate. The scene was chaotic with armed civilian men, women, and loads of crying children who were obviously terrified. There were also panicked people screaming to enter the base for protection. General Sturgeon ordered them disarmed and sent to hanger 13 for a debriefing.
The stories from Ogden were horrifying, and Fish listened to them intently as they told of ants as large as a compact car. He had no skepticism at all. As crazy as the stories seemed, these people were genuinely terrified, and they could not all be experiencing a mental breakdown. Everyone able to fight was given back their weapons, and those unarmed were supplied with whatever was available. Fish ordered them to stay calm and keep their guns in "safe" position unless the building was breached. They were not to fire except in direct defense of hanger 13, which had now been designated to house civilians. Mothers and children were kept inside the building, and within a secondary sandbag barrier which had quickly been erected. Sargent Brad Simmons was ordered to stay and set up a defensive perimeter using the armed civilians. If the base was overrun, the secondary barrier would form their final fallback position. Hill Air Force Base was now over two hours into the beginning of the harvest and had yet to see the enemy.
All airmen were given their orders. They were to seek out the ants and try to drive them away from the base. They were to expend their ordinance and return to base for re-arming. The three Apaches and the base transport helicopters would supply the bulk of the close-in air support, but if the enemy came within 1000 yards from the fence, then all assets would concentrate on protecting the base perimeter. Within minutes the ready fighter bombers had already made first contact with a column of ants on the Outskirts of Ogden. The Humvee scouts entered the back gate to the sound of bombs exploding and strafing runs in the distance.
The first wave of ants arrived in a rush of rocket flashes, cannon fire, and machine-gun bursts from the helicopters. The sky was soon full of both jets and helicopters, with the jets circling wide and the helicopters circling just outside the fence. It was a chaotic scene with spent brass raining down from the sky and shining like glitter in the searchlights. The mortar crews and the tanks held their fire until the helicopters had to landed to reload, then they opened up with everything they had. The jets stayed out of mortar range, and only a small flying corridor was left open for those returning to refuel and re-arm.
The work was intense, as was the constant sound of explosions and gunfire. The bodies of ants piled up outside the fence and beyond, but they just kept coming in never-ending waves. Then, after ten hours of constant fighting, the men were wearing down, and they were running low on heavy ammunition and bombs. The tanks and machine-gun crews were now blasting ants off the fence, and each new wave brought them closer to breaching the perimeter. When the end was near, General Sturgeon ordered the jets fueled and loaded with ammunition for their final flight. The last Airbase in the vicinity they had communicated with had been Minot in North Dakota, so after unloading on the ants one more time, that would be the pilots new destination if it still existed. If not, they would have to seek shelter wherever they could. The helicopters would stay and fight until the last second, then the Apaches were on their own, and the transports would load as many civilians as possible and attempt to escape to safety.
But escape never happened because there was no time left for the helicopters to load and get airborne again once the fence was breached. Some of the tanks tried to break out, but when they ran out of fuel, they were just stuck in their iron coffins with ants outside waiting for them to exit. Fish went down in style, armed with a war hatchet in one hand, a gift from his WW II-era father, and a .45 in the other hand, he fought into a corner and was sliced in half by a giant red soldier ant who towered over his other attackers. Hanger 13, too, was overrun by the ants. They showed no mercy on the dead and dying as they were hauled away in the grasp of worker ants. The sounds of screaming echoed and then faded into the reddish-brown night. Lastly, a lone civilian hiding among the used ammunition boxes was discovered by a foraging ant, and he fired the last shots at Hill Air Force Base just before his head was removed from his shoulders.
Afterward, the only sounds were the scurrying and searching of worker ants and scout ants searching for edible remains or any life that might still exist among the rubble.
