Kaukolastan
25-12-2003, 02:07
The snow drifted down as the clock rolled to midnight, and the guns of the MADAE lowered back flush, their coils cooling. The great weapon was sheathed, and the ICBM silos across the country sealed. At sea, the Fleets were moored in port, their guns lowered, their lights on. Music rang, and the cities glowed. Back at the MADAE, lights had been strung from cannon to cannon, and they lit the night... a weapon now a temporary monument. Peace on earth, good will to men.