“…well I’d rather be here than in Germany if that’s what your asking”
Would he?
“Then why are you calling? You’ve never been the chatty type, obviously I welcome the call but just tell me what’s wrong Peter”
Peter sighed and dropped his stern senior-NCO act, it was strange dropping the façade like that, he felt like a child speaking to his dad on the first day of school.
“I’m scared dad” his voice quivered “I suppose at least if I was in Germany when it all kicks off I might be able to make my way home, or hell maybe I’d be lucky and die instantly”
Better to die instantly than to literally fall apart due to the untold amount of radiation seeping into you.
“Son… I…”
“Down here I won’t ever see any of you again, stuck on this rock until we run out of supplies, or the fucking Argies take us over, maybe both”
He prays they are on the target list.
“Shit, the Captains coming, I should not be using the phone right now. I love you Dad, and send my love to Mum and Suzan as well will you? Look I shouldn’t be saying this at all, but not all is as Moscow has said with this new General taking over, he’s a hardliner, out for blood. The balloon is going to go up for real this time Dad, be safe”
Be safe? I hope it's quick.
“I…I love you too son”
Dead air.
The son was a Warrant Officer in the Intelligence Corps.
The father was damn scared.
Welcome to The Abyss