The Last Day

When Obama punched Davutoglu, his guards reached for their weapons.  Before they could draw, the Secret Service already had their weapons to the heads of the Turkish guards.  President Obama stood over the downed Prime Minister like Muhammad Ali standing over George Foreman in Manila.

“You fucking assholes got us into this and I don’t give a damn if they were in your airspace!” he shouted.

Russia bombed four sites in Ankara as retaliation for their downed plane and Russian tanks were now rolling into Western Ukraine with Putin feeling emboldened by the lack of response from NATO.  A tactical nuclear weapon had been detonated in a desolate area of Syria to show they would not back down.

President Obama wanted Turkey kicked out of NATO.  He knew he did not have the power to do so, and knew that Article V meant NATO was obligated to respond.  With Russia now feeling it had free reign, it was key for NATO to stop the Russian onslaught.

“All you wanted to do was kill the Kurds anyway, you genocidal fuck!” the President shouted to nobody in particular as his detail ushered him from the room.

When he took his seat on Air Force One, he called for the football.

He approved the command.

SAC relayed the order to the USS Alaska, which reached launch depth in the Black Sea and fired one of its twenty-four Trident II missiles, with 8 warheads at the advancing Russian tanks in Ukraine.  The damage was catastrophic.

Vladimir Putin was in his office when he got the call from his generals.  He did not hesitate.

The Sonar net on the Eastern seaboard caught a Russian Typhoon class off of New York.  SAC sent attack subs and planes in an attempt to destroy it before it could launch.  Simultaneously the order was given to the silos and to all of the submarines in strategic position.  The birds were flying in both directions and there was only minutes remaining for mankind.

He woke up with a horrible sinus headache.  He was concerned over a personal situation.  He was just in a bad mood and didn’t feel like doing much of anything.  He stayed relatively quiet all day with the exception of a few posts on Facebook, and didn’t go out except to get a jug of water.

When he read the Emergency Alert Notification that came through on his cell phone, he started to wonder if he shouldn’t have tried to spend the day doing more.  He didn’t have long to think before he was vaporized.

 

 

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Author: Josh Wrenn

Cancer survivor, wanna-be artist, musician, author, and all around good guy.

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