I'll be starting some pages with characters and story lines I have been working (letting sit unfinished) for many years. I need to see where this goes and not just imagine the success and pride that would accompany an actual book (or even short story).
In the moment before everything ended I recall have a moment of crystal clarity. Everything was just .... perfect? That's not it. The scene wasn't frozen or even in slow motion, I remember seeing .... seeing .... well everything. Maybe it was more like an impression, something felt but was translated to be through my eyes. A feeling of perfection. Or maybe completion. Then everything (I keep using that word don't I?) went to hell.
Later it was speculated, and that is all we really have to go on, the forces we had bottled up in the river valley must have had a nuke. No release order was ever verified by the Pentagon, and even though the readings taken by our NBC guys were consistent with a US nuke there had been enough decades of mismanagement of materials and classified information the riffs could have had one of ours or used our own designs. Or .... well confusion was the only thing raining in that valley for the whole 8 months I was there, and it was torrential at times. We could have nuke ourselves. Who really cars now? Three countries deployed WMDs before order could be restored, and by order I me we kicked the ever loving shit out of North Korea and Pakistan until they stopped and Israel ran out pretty quick. They only had a few but they worked really well, even though a couple of them did stray into Iran and Saudi Arabia.
I was about 10 klicks from ground zero and actually had all my men and all my equipment. And, it had to be luck, our electronics were shielded.
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