The ground was burning with invisible fire as the noonday sun fixed it's gaze over the blue azure sky. 12:15 reads from the corner of my face shield. The flat land extended 150 clicks in all direction dotted with gutted structures that used to house living habitation. The shelters now in ruins from constant shelling and mortar fires. The tallest structure was recently reduced to half its original height when a cache of mercenary ammunition dump got hit by a Hollander sniper fire during a live training exercise from a trainee cadet. The shot was dubbed impossible. The blast detonated exactly midway top and bottom on the left wing of the tall tower. The half of the tower slowly came down bowing tilting slowly and crashed to an inverted V as the following strong cyclone wind made its annual retreat as it usually does in this part of the grid.