Submitted by Russ Towne
The war dragged on for years, becoming a stalemate. Everyone hoped it might lead to a truce, and, perhaps, elusive peace.
When a fog appeared out of nowhere on a sunny day, Sgt. Joe Turner, had just enough time to yell “Poison Gas! Put on your gear” before it enveloped him.
He came to a moment later and could see fifty times further and hear a twig snap or smell a cigarette burning a mile away. When he focused on the enemy, he seemed to have a sixth sense about what their leaders were thinking.
These attributes came in handy on the battlefield. It was as if the fog of war had been permanently lifted from his mind. His squad began winning every battle. He got promoted again and again and soon commanded whole armies. The tide of war turned strongly in their favor. It wouldn’t be long before they would demand unconditional surrender.
Without warning, 5-Star General Joe Turner collapsed into a coma. At the same moment, behind the enemy lines, a fog suddenly appeared and enveloped Unteroffizier Hans Schmidt.
Three months later, Forward Observer Ryrtle reported to his home planet. “It’s working! These foolish Earthlings are doing all our work for us. We’ll soon be able to take their planet without firing a shot!”