I know what’s about to happen. All the switches are flicked. I just have to turn the key. The destruction. The utter annihilation and devastation. One turn of the key and the missiles go. The world goes nuclear. Nothing will ever be the same again. The future is divided into before this moment and after it.
I feel the responsibility. I feel the duty. I don’t want to do this. But I have to. There is too much riding on it.
My body shakes. I’m drenched in sweat.
Tomorrow I turn the key.
Joaquin out.
