[ WP ] Becoming a god .

He controlled their lives. 
 He could place them along a dusty sand line to suffer under the merciless searing heat of the Sun above. 
 He could be the gust of wind that blew off their camouflage, exposing them to the 10 enemy soldiers they had been spying on. 
 He could march them into the deepest pits of the hottest hell, or force them to endure the bone-chilling frosty winds of the coldest tundras. 
 
 These men of black and brown and pink and green were mere pawns to him. 
 
 He was their *God*. 
 
 `` BILLY!!! DINNER TIME!'' a shrill voice cast itself over the backyard. 
 Billy jolted to his feet, wiping the sand off his pants back into his sandbox as he turned and rushed towards the open back door of his house. He stopped short halfway there, before turning back and grabbing one of the toy soldiers to bring with him to dinner. They had experienced the scorching desert sands, but now this one needed to feel the cold freeze of his mom's garage box freezer... after mom's chicken tuna casserole. 
 
 *He was a God to these men... but even Gods have to answer to their Mother. *
