The Little Prince in the Ossuary

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#After the rain, Fort Roberts (3)

The scenery back to Fort Roberts looked very different than it had in the past. On the vast land nearby, straight, dug-out lines drew thousands of strands in the dark soil, making it feel like entering a vast agricultural land.

The area of farmland was expanding in real-time. Dozens of U.S. military trucks towing the sowing machine drew lines at a slow speed of two miles an hour. Of course, it wasn’t really farming. They were planting mines, not seeds. As a large, thick plow cut through the ground, mines fell into a well-pulled furrow before a large chunk of iron pushed the soil back in to fill it.

An infantryman followed them on foot. His role was to check with the naked eye that the mines were buried properly.

“Death-planting farmers.”

Gyeo-ul found the metaphor he had come up with interesting. How many sparks had been waiting for germination in that vast land?

An automated landmine device (M57 ATMDS) could bury 2,300 mines in a single day. “Battle sense” brought in “Insight.” Estimates then entered Gyeo-ul’s mind in augmented reality UI. About 27,000 mines were buried in the area.

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