Uncertainty; Ch. 19

Ten hours after the failed invasion of New York two bombers landed back at their base in Europe. One other would have, but the airframe was badly damaged and crshed by the airfield. The pilots both had blank stares and went directly to their quarters. They knew someone had to be punished for the failure and they were the only ones alive. The next day Moscow could have shook apart from the screems of the president.
"What do you mean they nuked themselves?!"
"They blew the bridges, trapped us, and nuked New York."
"Nuke them back!!!"
"Sir, you know what will happen if we do that! They'll nuke us!"
"Tell me, Sasha, to whom did those men and tanks belong to?"
"Well us, but..."
"They belong to the Russian Federation! They are the property of the Russian Federation! They are made from the Russian Federation's land resources! Therefore the American pukes across the ocean have committed an atomic action against the RUSSIAN FEDERATION!!!"
"...well sir just think about it for a second!"
"...you are right Sasha...I suppose I was a bit hasteful. So, will we be able to attack and take America?"
"We don't know...and to be truthful it probably isn't possible..."
"I see so do we give up?"
"I don't see them signing any treaties anytime soon."
"I suggest we prepare defences...damn good ones too"
"If we hold off long enough we can push back. We've got the resources, just not the time."
"So, really what you are saying, is that it is a lost cause...I'm going to need some time to think clear out the Kremlin, including maidsand some security...we should have stayed friendly with the Americans..."



Back in the US there were mixed feelings. The people were happy to see that their military turned the invasion around, but the act of nuking one's self doesn't exaclty raise morale. There was still a Russian navy snooping about with possible troops for invasion. The question was, "will we nuke ourselves then, too?". It was all the more insentive to attack europe, just so they didn't have to get nuked everytime the Russians invaded. Once was enough.

For the military the attitude grew to, "Kill 'em all let God sort 'em out!". Anger filled in for morale. No one would sleep until "every last Russian son-of-a-bitch was dead". Daniel however almost felt bad for the Russians for he felt an uncertainty they surely had to of felt.
"Well shit Paul!"
"What now, you mad that we nuked ourselves, or what?"
"No, I feel bad for the poor bastards?"
"Why? Just because you got some Russian girl over there?"
"No, I have similar situation...They tried there damndest to attack us and we nuked them, or well ourselves, but yeah they don't know how to respond to that...ya know, as in, is it worth it?"
"Ok, but what's that got to do with you?"
"Well I've made my attack, goin' for the Russian girl, she responded, but I don't know what the hell it means for me?....I so I ask myself, is it worth it?"
"Well I'm going to tell you what I'm sure a general is telling his Russian president...you can only wait and see hold back see what's goin' on and try again...after that second attack you'll know."
"Since when did you become a fuckin' philosopher?"
"Dunno I was talkin' to this Major, that was a shrink, yesterday."
"You should talk to him more often...I'll try what you said...and it better work!"
"Since you're not the Russian president I'm not going to take that seriously."
"Who knows you might disappear!"
"Right, and accidentally fall on a knife ten times?"
"Yeah something like that...oh hey they're loading the ships...ready for war?"
"Sure, but are you ready for love?"



For Sgt Paul Europe meant war and revenge. For Lt Col Daniel Europe meant the possibility of love. They took note that they were going for the same thing and would be fighting just as hard as the other in both. Either way neither was certain of what was going to happen.