1918. The war in Europe is
dragging on into its fourth bloody year. A double line of
trenches stretches from the North Sea to the Swiss border. In
between is a no-man's land of churned mud
and barbed wire fences where the flower of a generation had
Suddenly, there is a powerful
electric whine and over the horizon rolls an electric Ferris wheel of
death. Or the napkin ring of poor planning, depending on how you
look at it. From its axle hang milk pails of destruction, inside
the great wheel is the bread box of vengeance
all dangling like targets at a turkey shoot.
It also must be a
bit confusing, as one chap in the right-hand pail is shooting his
-is back at the Allied lines! As it rolls along, what
will the Germans do? Flee in terror? Fight a valiant last-ditch
effort to stop the invading machine? Or just step aside and let the unsteerable contraption roll on until it bangs into a wall somewhere.