Starry Night Sky
The general leaned in close to the white-haired man perched on the edge of a bed and said quietly, “The first wave of missiles will reach the East Coast in thirteen minutes. Our response is ready, Sir.” After taking a deep breath, he added, “Code Delta Echo.”
“Delta Echo” came the reply. The General nodded and walked towards the door.
The President lay down beside his sleeping wife and closed his eyes. Instantly, he was a small boy again looking out of a bedroom window, hoping to see Father Christmas in his reindeer-drawn sleigh flying across the starry night sky.