Waiting for Gouda

My Friends in Arms,

The war rages on. I wish that I could tell you that we are finally winning the war against the invading feline horde. Sadly, this is not yet the case. They continue to run rampant across our lands, having their way with our people and destroying much of what we hold dear.

However, there is a ray of hope. As many of you know, the horde has unleashed a series of horrifying early morning attacks against our basecamp fortress. The dastardly cats’ psychological warfare against our soldiers when they were most vulnerable had been quite devastating, as they attacked the perimeter of one of our last bastions of security in the dark of the morn. But our generals assembled the finest military minds, and these heroes attacked the problem by asking a simple question: “What are our enemies most afraid of?”

And thus was born The Sentinel:

We placed the repelling machine directly outside our main gates. Of course, it was far too dangerous to put a human operator outside the walls of our bunker, so our engineers rigged a simple switch allowing the watchmen to trigger the Sentinel from inside. At the first sound of the invading horde, the Sentinel is triggered, and…

Oh, my people, the glorious, horrible sound it makes cannot be described. The feline horde cannot stand it, and they retreat in a fury. If only we could see them frantically scramble from inside our bunker - how wonderful that would be. But we have yet to devise a camera system that the horde cannot eat through.

Perhaps, now, with a good night’s sleep.

Stay strong, my people. There is hope yet.