Pāhonoa te oro

The smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air... Explosions. Screams. Fire. He couldn’t breathe... Something heavy crushed his chest... Pain shot through his leg... He pushed the rubble aside. and stood... The world was burning. The sky, red like blood. Men in white armor moved like ghosts, their weapons roaring like thunder. “...What is happening…?” He staggered forward. Then— He saw it. A piece of yellow cloth… buried in rubble. His heart stopped. He rushed forward, tearing through wood and