[ WP ] Guns have been outlawed Worldwide because they are viewed as a cowardice form of war . Only short range weapons ( Swords , arrows , spears , etc ) are legal for countries to possess .

His ears filled with the sound of the engine, he looked up as Lieutenant Godfrey stood and bellowed over the noise: 
 
 `` Right, you lot, you know what we're doing. You'll be safe on the way down, but mind arrows from about a hundred feet, we do n't know if there's anyone in the area but they'll have seen us and are on their way. Once down there we regroup at the Hockdow bridge at oh-three-hundred hours, anyone who's late, try to follow us to the town. Good luck.'' 
 
 Rogers and the others nodded, and continued their private thoughts. This was the first time he'd gone into battle without a gun, he felt oddly naked, even the sword by his side lacked a reassuring weight, having been designed for paradrops. He, and the others, were all equipped with such swords, and small compound bows which might be useful, not enough action had occurred in the new modern era where guns were banned and swords and bows were the norm. This was an experiment as much as it was an operation. 
 
 The red light above them blinked on, Rogers got up with his squadmates and hooked themselves onto the rail overhead. At Godfrey's order he checked the parachute of the man in front and yelled it was OK. A minute later, the rear ramp descended and the light blinked to green. 
 
 `` Go! Go! Go!'' 
 
 One after the other, like some rollercoaster, they leaped out of the back of the aeroplane, any shouts masked by the sound of the engine. They descended through the air, Rogers pulled his cord and FLOOM, he had a parachute. Well, that's a relief, he thought. 
 
 As he slowly wafted through the air towards the dark, forbidding countryside below him, he thought of what it must have been like for those who did the same on D-Day, a hundred years ago. Much the same as this, probably, though the sky would have been alight with gunfire and explosions and all sorts. Nowadays aeroplanes flew with impunity everywhere ( apart from North and South Korea ) with no risk of being shot down. The night was silent now, the aeroplane had rumbled off into the distance. 
 
 The ground reached up to meet his feet, he hit the ground hard, but got up immediately, nothing had broken. He unhitched his parachute, readjusted his helmet, pulled it's visor down, and went off through the cornfields, checking his compass by the nifty nightvision goggles. He was accompanied by nothing but the rustle of the crops and the trees in the forest to one side, a few sounds that might be his squadmates in that direction. 
 
 Orders were to meet at a small farm half a mile away, where they'd then all move off to the nearby town to blow the bridge. While guns were banned, explosives definitely were n't. He decided to go straight east to the village, if those noises were those of his squadmates then he'll meet up with them soon enough. No point in diverting. 
 
 Some minutes later, skirting around a field, he heard a scream in the distance. A clash of metal. Another scream, then, silence. While looking around, he was suddenly blinded by a flare that shot up from over a rise in the ground, illuminating the countryside for miles around. Dull thunks told him he was being shot at by arrows. Thinking on the spot, he dived into a ditch and drew his sword. He had cover here, he could creep forward to the cover of some trees and hopefully do some damage there. 
 
 This plan was put on hold by shouts and cheers, a group of people were running towards him across the field from beyond where the goggles could see, brandishing their own, heavier, swords and a few axes. 
 
 There was no way he could handle all of them. 
 
 Shouting, he stood up with his hands raised, trying to make it clear he was surrendering. But the men did n't seem to have heard, as they reached him, they swung their weapons. He parried and deflected as best he could, but there were too many. An axe in his side, he collapsed, unbearable agony coursing through him, and his last thought before eternal peace was that is was easier to surrender when everyone had guns and were n't rushing at each other...
