Hydrogen Bomb

On the fiery red horizon, closing down this wretched day, Captain Cedric now surmising who should be the one to stay when the missiles started flying. World War Three had just begun. Soon there would be no one crying, not one mother for her son. And no preacher full of frust utter words like 'dust to dust'. All the living would be ending for the godforsaken reason, that a thunder of heart-rending mass destruction follow treason. Limp old men were sitting pretty in their bunkers and debated how they could improve their shitty life on earth, which, as they stated 'd been corrupted by their foes. And swift punishment would follow, killing blacks and whites and those who were hiding in the hollow. First lieutenant peeked his head in, 'I'll take over on the bridge', 'Aye, Aye' sounded, he was getting one last beer out of the fridge. At that moment something louder, unfamiliar to his ears, from the ceiling fell like powder chunks of gyp-rock, several beers now exploded on the rug. Captain Cedric now was worried and he scratched and with a shrug pushed a button as he hurried to the cabinet of liquor. 'Yes, my Captain', said a voice, through the porthole came a flicker, mushroom clouds, 'I want the boys come up here, NOW, on the double, all the rations of our Bundy * break it open, 'cause this trouble is the final. It is Sunday and the last day of our lives.' All the crew had now assembled, some with photos of their wives, held in hands that shook and trembled as they sat down on the floor. And the party now got gowing, they all guzzled, then some more, awesome fears were surely growing and the missiles getting close. lucky only would be those who succeeded on this mission which would beat the bloody Reaper. That meant drinking, a decision now permitted by their keeper. When the Flash of Hiroshima was repeated for their ship, they were anchored close to Lima, at the leg of their last trip. When the heat of fifty thou' had engulfed them no one cared. Not a single one would now after they had truly shared precious minutes with their mates, fret or worry, no, indeed there would be no new debates, for this crew had no more need.