All the soldiers were able to hear the load crack among them; it was a big bomb that smashed heavily on the ground and opened like if it was a ripe coconut falling from a palm tree. They all were expecting a nasty surprise, a cluster bomb, a huge explosion, a poisonous gas, something! some of them threw themselves to the floor, some others covered themselves following a natural and spontaneous reaction of self-protection, - Down!, down!- cried the general; but instead, after some silent minutes when the dust set back down, the bomb showed itself cracked by the half and… nothing happened. What a deception! Those assholes were so desperate that they were throwing fake bombs. A psychological threat just to earn some extra time? Fuckers! You never know what governments under war pressure can come up with; some soldiers even laughed released from the idea of a real danger. –C’mon boys- said the general. They put up with themselves and kept on walking through the silent ruins of a bombed city in the middle of the desert.
Of course they tried to keep this report top secret, but as we well know, information leaks are now a real military danger that governments must think of; but no matter what, whistleblowing became a whole profession, even accepted officially as a branch of journalism, and so much, a profitable activity as well; so, to be honest, there were few opportunities for that information to remain confidential; at the end, of course, it was all a massively known fact of that long war. “The soldiers kept on walking and suddenly some of them began to feel a little bit dizzy”; this is how the official report begins, then, as euphemistical as possible it continues: “It was not the type of dizziness you feel when you are sick, but the kind of dizziness that affects you when you are… well …in love”. In love? All the soldiers suddenly began to feel deeply attracted by their partners, against all their will, against all their logic and reason, even if by then, gay soldiers were still not well accepted in the army, they all had wives or girlfriends waiting for them back there in their country, but they began to hold hands, to look at each other in a too friendly way, the general began to give soft orders for his soldiers to stop, since he himself began to experience an inevitable need to go and join with his boys in all those hugs, caresses and kisses in which they were, to be technical, “engaged”.
The Minister of Defense tried so much to protect the president and the country from this shameful information in the core of his army, the whole honor of his nation was at risk… again. But the militia and the media already began to report that the soldiers ended up by throwing their backpacks to the ground, get undressed and celebrate, pretty much, the first military orgy in the story of human warfare. After the war ended, it was well known that this had happened not only in one company of the army, but in lots of them; and the war, until then as bloody and as conventional a war always is, became a massive demonstration of how chemicals react on human brains and therefore, on their perceptions and finally on their actions. The bombs that fell among all those squadrons were full with some synthesized form of pheromones, the feminine hormone that makes women so attractive for men. Really top tech! Our defeated government tried to complain and tag the use of these chemicals as a war crime, but that complaint was soon and easily overridden, obviously meaning that our enemies were the ones now to rule. Let’s just face it, their “love bombs” won the war, and they did it in a rather ingenious and pacific way.
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