The Mysterious Fog

Tsssst....tsssst. The tank crew tries it again. Tsssst...tsssst..... nothing. One of the radioman even unhook his cables and tries to establish communication by setting up a sattelite dish, hooking it up to the main box.

" Try it one more time." Lieutenant Glorin said, breathing heavily against the thick fog. He glares at the nearest bush with his watchful eye, his senses on high alert from any threat.

Captain Dewey scans the horizon and realizing that staying here will give them no more advantage than pushing forward, he orders his unit to push until they can get out of this thick, hazy fog that even the brightest, noon day sunlight can't get through.

" Stay frosty." He said, gripping the handle of his M4 carbine, his pointing finger curled at the trigger ready to fire at any given moment.

While pushing forward, a sudden light flashes from the distance. One of the tanks advances through it and since the visibility is poor, it just disappear as soon as it gains some distance from them. They're all cautious as to the human senses that a human could ever muster. The thought of going through seems to liberate a thought of relief. A light from the shrouding clouds, trying to distract for whatever distraction it was made off, offers that possibility.

He looks at his wrist clock. It seems to be stuck to 1330 hours. Captain Dewey thought at one moment that his clock is broken but he can see that the two dots from the right side of the clock screen is still blinking. Odd. He felt a nudge. The icy breeze suddenly shrieks to his nerves. The sweaty shirt he has earlier is now dry. His clammy hands grips the handle tighter. His dry throat seems to distract him from his current predicament.

One by one the soldiers and the tanks disappear from his sight as they pass through the veil that is unknown. Visibility is now getting better as the soldiers approach the light.

Captain Dewey looks on the light with a sense of lightness. A warm feeling from the stark surroundings contrasting it highly from what he felt earlier. It gives him possibility. A future. Well any humans like light better than darkness, proven human psychology that even a baby knows. We'll this is promising. He thought while he approaches the light. It gets brighter and brighter.

He lowers his gun and covers his eyes with the back of his hand screening the sunlight that trying to get through to his face. He can hear the humming of the engine of a tank on his back but this didn't distract him. Finally, a visibility. The only thought he can think about.

He steps forward.

A blue, velvet sky emerges. Not the hot, summer day sky that he had experience earlier. The wind breezes through his face. It's a little bit warm but not much as to make his armpit sweat again. It is feeling of warmth inside.

He lowers his rifle and just stands there gazing on the vast prairie before him. The full view of the mountain with the snow summit make him realize that nature is really outstanding. Wait.

He squinted his eyes. Snow summit? There's no snow peak mountains here when they arrived. They even flew above the whole area and he can't even recall having one. He looks around. This is not familiar. The ocean should be seen from here at the right side but he can only see the grassland and after that a blue, hazy shadows of what seems to be a clump of trees.

"Sir." Lieutenant Glorin walks towards him, distracting his day dreaming. "Smoke on the horizon."