In the real scope of things, we knew there would be an attack, but there were varying opinions as to when it would come. Almost one year before we had repelled a similar surprise attack. Our forces had overwhelmingly defeated the invaders. The enemy had been so badly defeated we really didn’t think they could rebuild their forces so quickly.
We retreated a short distance to regroup; there was nothing else we could do. The number of enemy casualties was beyond comprehension. They had mounted an all out, Kamikaze style, assault. The effect on us was, to say the least, demoralizing. Much to the credit of our forces, they fought like hell. That’s the only reason the enemy lost so many and we didn’t suffer any killed: only wounded.
We were out numbered by at least 1000 to 1. Some of us wanted to cut and run; but to where? The fact was there was nowhere to go; we were surrounded. So we fought.
It took all of our courage to mount a counter attack at the time when we thought all was lost. In this fight there is no surrender; neither side takes prisoners. With the lights finally off we launched our counter-attack. We blasted them out of the air and we smashed them on the ground. The battle lasted for almost three hours and in the end, it was only our spirit that drove us on against their massive army and air force. In spite of overwhelming odds we came through victorious; the enemy was again defeated.
There was one negative aspect to this victory; my wife and I had to clean up floors that were covered with thousands of these damn flying ants.