The End - a Post Apocalyptic Novel

by G. Michael Hopf

  Barone had not wished for this incident, but was happy with its outcome.

  “You’re goddamn right, sir. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the first torpedo struck the New Orleans, just incredible,” Sgt. Major Simpson said.

  “Sir, we also lost one Harrier today,” Ashley said with apprehension as he interrupted the joyful mood in the room.

  “I saw, who was it?”

  All the men looked around at one another and no one said a word.

  “Gentlemen, what’s going on?”

  “Sir, the pilot on board was 1st Lt. William Barone.”

  “That’s impossible; his jet was not called up. I know this.”

  “Sir, he was called up after Lt. Holland was injured on his way to the flight deck. Lt. Barone took his place and jumped in Holland’s aircraft,” said Lt. Colonel Pelton.

  Barone sat stunned; he could not believe what he was hearing. You could hear a pin drop it was so quiet in the room. Barone started to shake his head in disbelief.

  “Are you sure of this?” Barone asked, his voice now subdued.

  “Sir, we were just as shocked as you are now. I personally went down to confirm,” Pelton said.

  “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me,” Barone stood up quickly. A feeling of sickness overcame him. He needed to leave the room immediately. Without saying another word, he left and walked as fast as his legs would take him back to his stateroom.

  The entire walk back was torture; he kept picturing his son’s young handsome face. His mind wanted to deny what he just heard.

  Finally making it to his room, he stumbled inside and headed for the toilet. He fell to his knees and threw up. He had been in the Marines Corps a long time. He had witnessed death many times and had even taken life, but now this was too personal for him, this was too close to home. His son was now dead. How would he explain this to his wife?

  After minutes of dry heaving and exhaustion, he sat down on the floor. Seeing the bottle of whiskey, he stood up and grabbed it and poured the entire contents down his throat. He looked at the empty bottle, then smashed it against the bulkhead. Looking at the thousands of tiny fragments of glass thoughts came of Billy. That was all he was now, he had been blown into a thousand unrecognizable fragments like this bottle.

  “Goddamn you Newsom, goddamn you!”

  Barone wanted to blame Capt. Newsom, but deep down he blamed himself. The emotional pain was now too much; he could not resist and finally gave in and started to sob.

  ****

  Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado

  President Conner sat alone and motionless in the cold briefing room. The solitude felt appropriate in the current circumstances. Christmas morning had started out perfect. He and Julia had spent the early hours feeling like teenagers, laying in bed and making love. This bliss was shattered with the news from New York.

  The fears he had about another attack had come true. At 9:23 a.m. Eastern Standard Time a low-grade nuclear bomb was detonated in Manhattan along the east side, destroying most of the city. Feelings of inadequacy and failure competed with the strong feelings of anger and revenge.

  Griswald, senior staff, Dylan and Cruz came into the room and immediately took seats around the long table. Conner looked around and noticed that General Houston was absent. He was tempted to ask about his whereabouts but didn’t want to waste any more time and began the meeting.

  “By now you all have heard what’s happened in New York,”

  Everyone looked somber and acknowledged Conner by nodding.

  “First let me begin by saying that because we have failed to act our country has been attacked again. This new attack wasn’t coincidental; this was a planned attack on a national holiday-,” Conner said then paused. “General, it has been three weeks since we were initially attacked and still you have nothing but excuses. If we had done something we might have prevented this. We have sat in this mountain for weeks and all we do is talk and talk. I know you oppose my plan. I listened and gave your counsel great respect and deep consideration. Retaliating against our known enemies with the use of our nuclear arsenal is something that should not be taken lightly, I understand that. However, it’s not as if we haven’t been attacked with the same type of weapon. There are those out there that want to exterminate us. We know who they are; we have been dealing with them for over a generation. Many of my predecessors have had to deal with them. We have taken action before by putting troops on the ground and slogging it out slowly over years and years. Have we had some success? Yes; but we can never win this unless we do to them what they want to do to us. We must wipe them off the map! We must completely and utterly destroy them. Like Lincoln over 150 years ago realized that he could not win the war against the Confederacy unless he decimated them; that is what we must do now to our enemies. We can no longer waste time talking; we can no longer waste time attempting to find out who did this. We know who did it,” Conner stood up and started to slowly walk around the room. “General, you have been a trusted counsel during these trying times but I have given you enough time. I do not wish to hear your objections,” Conner was looking at Griswald the entire time he spoke. He then began to address the rest in the room, “I brought you all in here today not to talk but to inform you of what we will do today. Today we strike back! Today we once and for all destroy our enemies! We eradicate them from this planet. I am not concerned about what the world thinks. Today, we take real action and begin the reconstruction of our country,” Conner made his way back to his seat but did not sit. He again turned his attention to Griswald. “General Griswald, I hereby order our nuclear forces to strike the following cities, Tehran, Baghdad, Islamabad, Kabul, Mogadishu, Pyongyang, Damascus, Tripoli, Aden; I also want all military installations in the countries of Iran, Iraq, Syria, Libya, North Korea, Afghanistan, Yemen, Somalia and Pakistan destroyed with nuclear weapons. If that means dropping a hundred bombs on each country, I don’t care. I don’t want them to have the means to come back; I want whoever survives to be sent straight to the Stone Age. You have my orders and I expect them to be carried out immediately,”

  The room was quiet, no one said a word; they all stared at Conner. They knew the gravity of the situation and what was about to happen.

  “Sir, I cannot do what you ask,” Griswald said, breaking the silence.

  “Excuse me, general?” Conner asked.

  “I cannot follow an order that allows for the murdering of millions of innocent people.”

  “General, enough of the innocent people talk. The days of innocent people are over. The people in these countries hate us. Look at what we have wasted over the past decade attempting to win their hearts and minds. They want us dead. They only use us for their benefit then discard us. If you will not carry this out, then I will find someone who will.”

  “Actually, sir, you will not be doing anything like that,” Griswald said defiantly. He stood up; he was at the opposite side of the table from the president.

  “What was that, general?”

  “Sir, we will not let you.”

  Looking around the room, Conner asked, “And exactly who will not let me?”

  “Sir, I have been working behind the scenes to prevent this type of holocaust from happening. I am sorry to say that there is a consensus amongst those here,” Griswald looked at a few around the table. No one would look at him. They all turned away.

  “Who exactly is willing to stop me, please stand,” Conner asked of the group around the table.

  No one responded, everyone looked at each other. No one would even look in Griswald’s direction.

  “General Griswald, I was briefed some time ago that you might be up to something so I planted the idea in others to make themselves available to your potential plan. As you can see, no one agrees with you and there is no consensus,” Conner said.

  “You cowards, do you not understand what’s at stake here?” Griswald screamed.

  Conner looked out the main window of the briefing room and nodded. Within seco
nds, Agents Davis and Jackson stormed into the room. Griswald turned and drew his pistol. Everyone sitting ducked under the table except for Conner, who stood his ground. Griswald aimed his pistol at Davis and shot him in the chest, Davis fell to the ground, dead. Jackson entered the room just behind Davis, but Griswald was able to shoot him, too. The bullet hit Jackson in the head; Jackson’s lifeless body fell to the floor with a loud thud. Griswald then turned and faced Conner.

  “General, put the gun down.”

  “I’m sorry Mr. President but I cannot allow this to happen,” Griswald said raising the pistol and taking aim at Conner.

  “General Griswald, I am the President of the United States! What are you doing? Your name will go down in history as a traitor, as the man who killed a president. Do you want that?” Conner kept looking toward the door and the main window. With the gunfire he was wondering where the Air Force security forces or the command post personnel were.

  Noticing Conner’s glance toward the door, Griswald said, “Mr. President, no one is coming. I gave them all orders to vacate the CP upon our coming into this meeting. I knew what orders you would be giving so I made sure that no one would interrupt us. It appears we were both planning for this confrontation,” Griswald said grinning, “I know what I am doing; by killing you I can save millions.”

  “You don’t honestly think that killing me will stop us from acting?”

  Griswald didn’t answer. He began to apply pressure to the trigger.

  A gunshot rang out in the room. Conner flinched and looked down at his chest, expecting to see blood but found nothing. Looking back at Griswald he saw him waver then fall onto the table. His pistol fell from his dying grasp and slid across the table toward Conner, who grabbed it. Conner took aim at Griswald, who lay gasping. Cruz then appeared from behind his chair holding a pistol. He, too, was aiming at Griswald squirming on the table. When Griswald attempted to speak, blood poured out of his mouth. He grasped the table in an attempt to pull himself up, but Cruz stopped him with one more shot to the head. Griswald shook briefly and then lay motionless, his eyes wide open, with blood pouring out of his mouth.

  Conner looked at Cruz.

  “I have to admit, I never expected that from you.”

  Cruz, still holding the pistol, turned toward Conner and pointed the pistol at him.

  Conner looked stunned as he took a step back.

  Dropping the gun, Cruz said, “Sorry, I’m a bit in shock. I didn’t mean to point it at you.”

  Conner smiled awkwardly. “Mr. Vice President, you scared me for a second.”

  “Mr. President we have a job to do, let’s go do it.”

  Conner and Cruz left the briefing room and walked into the command center.

  “Dylan, follow me,” Conner said on the way out of the briefing room.

  Dylan crawled out from underneath the table and cautiously walked around the table, avoiding the bodies.

  “Yes sir,” Dylan said, clearing his throat.

  “Two things. First, find General Houston, and second, set me up to go on a live broadcast across all frequencies in 45 minutes.”

  “Okay, Mr. President,” Dylan answered and hurried off.

  Conner turned to Cruz, “Here’s what going to happen just in case something happens to me. Once I am able, I will order a full-scale nuclear attack against those countries I mentioned. Once the attack has started, I will brief the American people the only way we can, and that is via radio.”

  ****

  The search for Houston was successful; they found his body in Griswald’s closet. While Conner prepared for his speech to the country, the Cheyenne Mountain base commander communicated all the launch coordinates to the nuclear subs around the world.

  The time came for Conner to give his speech. The attack was under way and now was the time to inform his fellow Americans. He wasn’t sure how many would hear his broadcast, but some would and hopefully the word of their country’s retaliation would spread. Conner felt nervous, not because he had just ordered the total annihilation of several countries but because he was speaking directly to the American people. He had only done this three other times, but this time it was to inform them that he had taken his first major step as President of the United States.

  Dylan smiled from the production booth and gave the president a smile and thumbs-up. Conner nodded and looked at the large microphone. A voice then boomed in the room telling him 30 seconds. He looked down at the quickly crafted speech, thinking that one day this sheet of paper would be in a museum. Drifting into such deep thought he missed his cue. Dylan’s tapping on the glass pulled Conner back to the present. Looking up he saw the red light meaning that the microphone was live.

  “My fellow Americans, this is President Conner. I am addressing you this Christmas night not to express holiday wishes but to inform you that another tragedy has befallen our great country. This morning, the enemies of the United States attacked New York City with a weapon of mass destruction. The information we have received so far is that many of our fellow citizens have paid the ultimate sacrifice and have perished in this heinous and cowardly attack. Today’s attack along with the initial attacks three weeks ago has prompted me to finally take action. This decision did not come lightly, but after much thought and prayer I decided that we must finally act. I gave the order an hour ago for a full-scale nuclear retaliation against those who are responsible for the attacks against us. I can now report that our nuclear forces successfully struck targets within the following countries; Iran, Iraq, Syria, Yemen, Somalia, North Korea, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Egypt, Tunisia and Libya. I believe this action was justified and will prevent these countries from conducting further attacks against us. Let me be clear to those who may be still out there who wish us harm. We will not just bring you to justice, we will destroy you. Do not tread on us! I know the past three weeks have been extremely difficult and your way of life is now different but I can assure you that we are working tirelessly to get our power grid and infrastructure back on line. In the meantime, we can help support you by food and medical shipments as we get them from our allies. Your government has not forgotten you. So, as this Christmas comes to a close, we must all come together and remember that life is difficult right now but we are Americans and we, like others before us, will persevere through these dark times. We must not lose hope and must not give in. We will make it and we will rebuild, that I promise you.”

  Conner paused for a few seconds then finished his short statement with the traditional ending of all presidential addresses.

  “May God bless you and may God bless the United States of America.”

  JANUARY 3, 2015

  “Once we have a war there is only one thing to do. It must be won. For defeat brings worse things than any that can ever happen in war.”

  –Ernest Hemingway

  USS Makin Island, Pacific Ocean

  Sebastian just stared at the ceiling of the berthing area. His conscience could not allow him to continue to support Barone and their mission. His patience was running thin with the pace they were taking to get home. It had been over a week since the battle with the USS New Orleans, and nothing new had been reported about conditions back home or their arrival. He was not idle with his time, though; he used it to craft a plan. All of those with family would be allowed to take a day to go find their families and return to the ships or go directly to Camp Pendleton. Barone was also allowing Marines who did not want to continue with them past California to go on their own. This is what Sebastian intended to do, but he wanted more than his rifle, water and a few MREs. He planned on taking a Hummer with enough food and ammunition to last him months. Sebastian did not know what he’d find upon landing back in California and hoped that Gordon was fine. Not wanting to go it alone, he needed to convince Tomlinson to come with him, but the past few conversations didn’t sound promising. Not one to give up, he thought he would try one last time. As if Tomlinson was reading his mind, he walked up to Sebastian’s bunk.

>   “Hey, corporal.”

  “Hey,” Sebastian said sitting up in his bunk. “I was just thinking about you.”

  “I hear that all the time, but mainly from the ladies. So what’s up?”

  “Let’s go find a quiet place to have a chat.”

  “A quiet place? Have you turned homo on me?

  “No I just don’t want to share what I have to tell you with 20 other jarheads!” Sebastian exclaimed.

  “Hey did you hear the latest?”

  “What?” Sebastian asked while putting on his boots.

  “Apparently we have been sailing around in circles. The coast is only a day out. The colonel has been sending SEALs and MARSOC to probe for landing sites and to make contact with Marine units back at Pendleton.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, man, we’re close now.”

  “What about the conditions? What’s going on?”

  “It sounds bad-”

  Interrupting Tomlinson, Sebastian asked with urgency in his voice, “How bad? What’s going on?”

  “The recon teams are saying that nothing is working at all except old cars. There’s dead bodies everywhere, wandering bands of starving people and a Mexican cartel has moved into San Diego with an army.”

  “Really?” Sebastian’s concern grew for Gordon and the family the more Tomlinson talked.

  “Yeah, the shit has really hit the fan back there.”

  When are we landing?”

  “I don’t know, days I hear.”

  “Days? Why aren’t we going in now?” Sebastian asked frustrated.

  “I hear ya, but I trust the Colonel.”

  Sebastian shook his head in frustration.

  “So where do you want to go?” Tomlinson asked.

  “Let’s go out to the forward deck.”

  On their way out, Sebastian noticed Gunny having an in-depth conversation with Sgt. Jennings. Gunny looked briefly at them as they left, but Sebastian did not maintain the eye contact. He could not help but to feel that Gunny knew something was going on.