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|Peace At Last (standard:drama, 1526 words)|
|Author: Wax||Added: Mar 10 2005||Views/Reads: 2039/1264||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The year is 2044. George bush entertains his grandson Josh in his home at the Bush Houston compound. Josh appears certain to win the Republican nomination for the 2044 presidential election, and his grandfather wants to enlighten him on some aspects of be|
Peace At Last The black of night is seen as a misty greenish haze when wearing night-vision goggles. This is one of the technological advantages that U.S. forces use to surprise their adversaries, the Al Qaeda militants that inhabit the cliffs and crevices of the Afghanistan mountains. On the night September 11th 2007, an operation had been mounted to root out a major cell that had successfully evaded detection for months. Each marine knew his role in the mission. He was to move swiftly, to obey unquestionably, and to inflict maximum damage. On the order to advance, the U.S. forces swarmed down a moonlit ravine and encompassed the terrorist camp. Within fifteen minutes the mission was successful and there were few casualties to either side. In twenty-four hours the world knew of the operation and its participants. The elderly statesman and former president of the United States, George W. Bush, now ninety-four, dozed contentedly in his favourite lounge chair in the study of his expansive ranch bungalow, the Bush Houston Compound. Following the passing of his wife Laura he retired here, partly to escape the spotlight, but mostly for his own solitary lifestyle. A knock on the study door roused him from pleasant dreams. “Come on in,” he managed distantly. He spoke in a sagebrush twang. A tall Texan swaggered through the door. The man's entrance delighted George; his chest swelled with Bush pride. “Josh,” was all he could say. Spoken words could not convey the emotions that the elder Bush was feeling. His grandson was cut as sharp as a recruit poster, the image of the total professional. Josh sat opposite his grandfather. A moment passed and the grandfather finally found his voice, “Just look at you.” “You look well yourself, granddad,” Josh replied. “Well, I still have it here,” George pointed a finger to his temple. “That's what I've been hearing,” Josh commented. “Heh. Heh. The fools still take me seriously. And why shouldn't they?” “Thanks for the kind words. They'll really help in the California primary.” George reached to his grandson and patted a shoulder. The two men were at ease with each other. “There's something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time, my boy.” Josh raised an eyebrow, “What would that be?” “This country is going to elect you, Josh. You'll have a good majority.” Josh nodded. “You're Republican. You'll win the 2044 presidential election in a landslide, and you'll be the seventh straight Republican in White House II. Do you know why?” “Why?” Josh answered. “Everyone thinks you know all the answers. Do you know all the answers, Josh?” “If you mean the party line, of course I do.” “That's what I would have said too, my boy.” George smiled, “There may be something else you should know.” Josh eased back in his chair, eyeing the old man. This would be the reason his grandfather had asked him to visit. Josh had torn himself away from the hectic schedule of campaigning the moment he'd been summoned. It couldn't be a campaign strategy, the election was all but guaranteed. Click here to read the rest of this story (125 more lines)
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