A line in the sandlot

A Line in the Sandlot by J.B. Pravda

"Our weapons are better than theirs" boasted General Jimmy DeFalco to
his followers; "Besides, God is on our side, according to Father Delio"
was all the further assurance needed by his admiring troops. They were
known as the Defenders of Freedom, and vowed to never permit the
others, the enemy, to set foot on their territory or in any way impinge
upon their ways.
The Army of the People was not different in its pronouncements or
slogans: "We will bury them!" was their battle cry. "Remember, they are
soft, not nearly as tough as we are" bleated their Commander.
The decisive battle was at hand, set for that afternoon; both sides
were ready, ready to die, if necessary, to protect
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Suddenly, a high-pitched screamlike sound was heard clearly by both
factions: "Boys, time for dinner! Come on in now, it's getting dark and
you have homework."