The Great Martian War 1913 - 1917 Page #2

The call is answered -

Britain and its

colonies lead the way.

Among the recruits from afar

is bombardier Hughie Logan,

of Calgary, Canada.

For Hughie,

going to war will mean

parting from his new bride,

Clara.

We started going together

when we were 15.

We got married at 18 -

the same year they came.

And I shipped out for Europe.

The troops shipped from Halifax.

I made her two promises

before I left.

First promise -

two girls, one boy.

That's what we were gonna have.

And the second promise wa

I'd write to her as

often as I could.

So that's what I did.

For Hughie and the thousands

of volunteers like him,

there is hope and determination.

But for those left behind

it's a different story.

He was my dad,

and I didn't want him to go.

I was hanging onto

his leg 'cause I knew,

I absolutely knew,

that the monster would

come for him, too.

They had to pull me

off him in the end,

one finger at a time.

And now I can't even

remember his face.

It's a month since impact

and humanity is mobilizing.

Little is known of the origins

of the alien invaders,

but as the speck of light

that signalled their approach

was first seen beside

the red planet,

the enemy gets a name...

The Great War against th

"Martians" has begun.

It is four weeks since

impact in the Bohemian Forest.

An alien invasion force has

annihilated much of Germany

and is pushing across Europe.

Halting the Martian advance

is the Allies' immediate goal.

In London,

50 feet below the

Palace of Westminster,

a command centre is established

and plans swiftly laid.

The chief curator of

the Martian War Museum

and these preserved war rooms

is Alexandra Banham.

As the alien force

crossed the German border

into France,

it was right here

in front of this map

that the joint chiefs of staff

ordered the tiny British

Expeditionary Force

and the French

standing army forwards

to hold the line here

along the western banks

of the Moselle River.

Among those awaiting

the terror of the alien attack

is a young English

stretcher bearer -

William Payne.

His diary contains some of

the earliest description

from the Martian battlefront.

It is a complete,

personal account

of the entire war,

and it is undoubtedly one of

the most important artifacts

in this museum's possession.

You can see that the dat

is August the 2nd, 1913.

Dawn.

Through the mist,

towering shapes emerged

not creatures, but machines.

I whispered to God for mercy,

and in response,

our artillery exploded to life.

Within moments of this

opening Allied barrage,

the alien army responds.

We cannot hold them.

Our lines are torn to pieces.

Our guns are useless.

Hell was not beneath us

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