§ ≡ A section of The Pilot's Saga { Genealogy « Chapter 0.1 » Chapter 0.2 }
As he entered the blue-green expanse, he looked back at the smoldering cities in the distance. He was leaving his home forever. The horrific sight jolted him into that single-minded zone of concentration he had trained for. The threshold of no return had been breached.
The others in his squadron were already within striking distance of their own targets. Judgment day in this part of the world had dawned as other days had done countless times before. Perhaps it would be recorded that it began as a bright sunny day. It was going to get brighter.
A while later, as his supersonic jet approached his destination, the numerology began to scroll through his inner browser. It wouldn't be perfect, but a few days from now, someone will observe that accounts were finally settled just 3 days before the 80th anniversary of the death camp's liberation by elements of Marshal Koniev's army.
His plane rebounded as he released the payload. His nation would be avenged in a matter of minutes. He cracked the capsule with his molars, and just before he joined his ancestors, his watchword flashed before him — Remembrance.
As he entered the blue-green expanse, he looked back at the smoldering cities in the distance. He was leaving his home forever. The horrific sight jolted him into that single-minded zone of concentration he had trained for. The threshold of no return had been breached.
The others in his squadron were already within striking distance of their own targets. Judgment day in this part of the world had dawned as other days had done countless times before. Perhaps it would be recorded that it began as a bright sunny day. It was going to get brighter.
A while later, as his supersonic jet approached his destination, the numerology began to scroll through his inner browser. It wouldn't be perfect, but a few days from now, someone will observe that accounts were finally settled just 3 days before the 80th anniversary of the death camp's liberation by elements of Marshal Koniev's army.
His plane rebounded as he released the payload. His nation would be avenged in a matter of minutes. He cracked the capsule with his molars, and just before he joined his ancestors, his watchword flashed before him — Remembrance.
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