A missile is merely a firework…until it lands.
I’d watched it take off many times, tests, the seaside firing
range, a day out of the ministry.
The control room was an inverse pyramid, the deeper you went
underground, the more important the people felt. At the lowest level the highest-ranking
officer spoke:
‘Target, 3 minutes, Minister, point of no return. Your
decision.’
‘Are you 100% certain there is no collateral. Children,
civilians?’
The officer regarded me again. I’d always hated her tone, my
impersonation of their jargon changed nothing.
‘Nothing is 100%, Minister, except your decision.’
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