"What is this place?"
The long, eerie room gave off a glow above them as they entered what seemed to be the Orbo production plant. Slitted windows up above seemed to be tanks of the stuff, more than Yurika had ever seen anywhere before.
(
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. -- Douglas MacArthur )