Coastal Defender

My dearest Kay, They arrived this morning in a line of ships that broke the horizon and blotted out the sunrise. Their machines set fire to the Silver Plains, and now a thick smoke crawls through the summer air. We can stand by no longer. Rake or shovel, scythe or sword, today we must go to meet our destiny. Know that I love you and our home more than I have words to write. - Charred letter