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"Some say it was China, others North Korea, which by the way is now a glowing slag heap, others the terrorist cells, others Iran, a fair part of that glowing as well. Maybe it was all of them; maybe it was none of them. Maybe it doesn't matter now; they did it, and they won."
"What do you mean, won? Damn it, Voice of America kept saying we were winning."
"Sure, there's a lot of rubble heaps around the world where once there were cities, us lashing out, maybe rightly, maybe just blindly. But did that change things here?
"I was deployed back here, from Iraq. The entire navy is here as well on the East Coast at least. Nearly all our overseas military is now back here, trying to sort things out, rebuild, and defend what's left.
"John, I saw Baltimore and Washington burning in the night, the smoke a pillar visible a hundred miles away," and he spoke now in almost a monotone.
"My God, it was like something out of the Bible. It was medieval." Washington, and for the first time in months John thought of Bob Scales in the Pentagon.
"Remember General Scales? Commandant of the war college while you were there?"
Wright nodded his head. "The bastards lucky enough to be assigned the government emergency relocation sites, some of them got out, the rest... Well, Washington like I said turned medieval. I don't know what happened to your friend. I'm sorry, but he's most likely gone unless he was assigned to the bunkers out in Maryland and West Virginia."
Wright looked off again.
"There's a cult that has taken over parts of three states in the Rockies. Their leader claims he's the Messiah and when the world is saved all the lights will come back on, and tens of thousands now follow him.
"The Posse you faced ? There's one like it ten thousand strong that still rules Pittsburgh and raids a hundred miles out in every direction. We're getting set to stamp it out, but it will be as bad as anything we faced in Iraq several years back ... and my God, these were once our own people. I lost eight, killed wiping out a nest of them in the ruins of High Point three days ago.
"Oh, we might of gotten even, John, but America a world power? They won; we're finished. We've retreated from around the world, trying to save what's left, and for those that hated us that's victory even if we flattened their country in retaliation, and John, frankly, we might never know who really did it to start with.
"There were no red meatballs, swastikas, or red stars on planes dropping bombs this time. Just three missiles launched from freighters out in the ocean, which then were blown up.
"My God, there's maybe two hundred and fifty million dead in America alone, as bad, maybe worse than any Dr. Strangelove nightmares we talked about during the Cold War. We were so damn vulnerable, so damn vulnerable, and no one did the right things to prepare, or prevent it.
"We're back a hundred and fifty years."
"No, not a hundred and fifty years," John sighed. "Make it more like five hundred. People alive in 1860, they knew how to live in that time; they had the infrastructure. We don't. Turn off the lights, stop the toilets from getting water to flush, empty the pharmacy, turn off the television to tell us what to do."
He shook his head.
"We were like sheep for the slaughter then."
The general reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. They were English, Dunhills.
Wright offered the pack and John fought hard, then remembered the last one he had smoked. 1 quit.
"I haven't," and the general lit up.
He blew the smoke out, and though it smelled so good to John, he didn't ask. He thought of Jennifer, who always nagged him about it. No, don't think of that, he realized.
"I have to get this column moving, John. Will you come up to Asheville in a few days so we can talk more?"
"Sure. But will you be confiscating vehicles?"
Wright looked at him in confusion.
"Nothing, just a little problem I had a very long time ago. And by the way, once up there, fire the schmuck running the