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The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine

Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt.
Artilleryman: Anyone here?
Journalist: Come in. Here – drink this.
Artilleryman: Thank you.
Journalist: What’s happened?
Artilleryman: They wiped us out. Hundreds dead – maybe thousands.
Journalist: The heat ray?
Artilleryman: The Martians! They were inside the hoods of machines they’d made – massive metal things on legs! Giant machines that walked – they attacked us! They wiped us out!
Journalist: Machines?
Artilleryman: Fighting machines! Picking up men and bashing ‘em against trees. Just hunks of metal, but they knew exactly what they were doing.
Journalist: Mmm. There was another cylinder came last night.
Artilleryman: Yes. It looked bound for London.
Journalist: London! Carrie! I hadn’t dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and her father, so many miles away. I must go to London at once.
Artilleryman: And me. Got to report to headquarters – if there’s anything left of it.
Journalist: At Byfleet we came upon an inn, but it was deserted.
Artilleryman: Is everybody dead?
Journalist: Not everybody. Look! Six cannons with gunners standing by.
Artilleryman: It’s bows and arrows against the lightning. They haven’t seen the heat ray yet.
Journalist: We hurried along the road to Weybridge. Suddenly, there was a heavy explosion. The ground heaved, windows shattered and gusts of smoke erupted into the air.
Artilleryman: Look! There they are! What did I tell you?
Journalist: Quickly, one after the other, four of the fighting machines appeared. Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple, striding over pine trees and smashing them. Walking engines of glistening metal. Each carried a huge funnel and I realised with horror that I’d seen this awful thing before.
A fifth machine appeared on the far bank. It raised itself to full height, flourished the funnel high in the air – and the ghostly terrible heat ray struck the town. As it struck, all five fighting machines exulted, emitting deafening howls that roared like thunder.

Ulla! Ulla!

Journalist: The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously, decapitating a fighting machine. The Martian inside the hood was slain, splashed to the four winds, and the body, nothing now but an intricate device of metal, went whirling to destruction. As the other monsters advanced, people ran away blindly, the artillery man among them, but I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to breathe. Now the guns spoke again, but this time the heat ray sent them to oblivion


Journalist: With a white flash, the heat ray swept across the river. Scalded, half-blinded and agonized, I staggered through leaping, hissing water towards the shore, I fell helplessly, in full view of the Martians, expecting nothing but death. The foot of a Martian came down close to my head, then lifted again, as the four Martians carried away the debris of their fallen comrade….and I realized that by a miracle I had escaped.

Letra Artilleryman And The Fighting Machine de Wayne Jeff en español (traducción)

El hombre de la artillería y la máquina de combate

Periodista: El martilleo de la fosa y los golpes de las armas se hizo más fuerte. Mi miedo aumentó en el sonido de alguien que se introducían en la casa. Entonces vi que era un artillero joven, cansado, manchado de sangre y suciedad.
Artillero: ¿Hay alguien aquí?
Periodista: Entre. Aquí - esta bebida.
Artillero: Gracias.
Periodista: ¿Qué ha pasado?
Artillero: Nos eliminados. Cientos de muertos - tal vez miles de personas.
Periodista: El rayo de calor?
Artillero: Los marcianos! Ellos estaban en el interior de las campanas de las máquinas que habían hecho - las cosas grandes de metal en las piernas! Máquinas gigantes que caminaban - nos atacaron! Nos eliminados!
Periodista: Las máquinas?
Artillero: lucha contra las máquinas! Recogiendo los hombres y golpear 'em contra los árboles. Sólo trozos de metal, pero sabía exactamente lo que estaban haciendo.
Periodista: Mmm. No había otro cilindro llegó ayer por la noche.
Artillero: Si. Se veía con destino a Londres.
Periodista: Londres! Carrie! Yo no había soñado que podría haber peligro para Carrie y su padre, por lo lejos muchos kilómetros. Tengo que ir a Londres a la vez.
Artillero: Y a mí. Tengo que informar a la sede - si th

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