Chapter 24
I Am Become Death...
General Alexander Dunkeld relaxed into his deckchair; a huge, satisfied smile playing on his face. He snapped his fingers and held out a fat cigar to a nearby orderly who lit the end of it before stepping back behind the general's chair. With a slow, deliberate movement Alexander placed the monstrous cigar to his lips, dragged on it a couple of times before blowing out a massive waft of blueish smoke high into the air. He swirled a glass of whisky around in his other hand, the ice cubes clanking together cheerily, and grinned at the other Scottish officers sitting around him; all perched on similar deckchairs and looking decidedly uncomfortable in the sweltering heat of the Anatolian summer. Alexander clapped Air Marshal Perry Keane on the back.
"Well, that was a bloody good laugh, wasn't it?"
He chewed the end of his cigar before belching out another foul smelling burst of smoke.
"Who'd have thought the rotton old Ottoman Empire would have collapsed so quickly?"
There was a chorus of murmmered approval from all around. Alexander smiled again and offered round the box of cigars.
"Lot of chaps died of course, but these cigars - ding, dong - they're bloody good! Worth a few grunts dying for, eh? And what about that view? Surely that's worth spilling some blood for!"
He cast an arm over his head taking in the vast expanse of the Aegean coastline. As the sun set, sections of it could still be seen glowing a friendly green colour - the by-product of a recent unfortunate collision with a Scottish ICBM. Alexander jabbed the cigar pointedly.
"You know, the boffins tell me that the old green blobs will probably clear up in the next millenia or so."
He shrugged.
"Shame really - I think it's rather pretty, don't you?"
There was a series of non-committal grunts from the rest of the officers. Silence reigned for a few moments as all those assembled gazed at the setting sun, their palid skin being bathed in the soft green glow of the Aegean peninsula. Perry Keane broke the calm with a gentle cough.
"General Dunkeld?"
Alexander twitched in his chair.
"Uh huh."
"Er...something's just come to mind, old chap."
"Uh huh."
"Well, we're sitting here on the still-warm corpse of our mortal foe the Ottoman Empire, right?"
"Uh huh."
"And the Ottoman Empire was the only power in the world we believed could stand against us?"
"Uh huh."
"And...well...we've just beaten them utterly without so much as breaking a sweat..."
"Get to the point man!"
Perry flinched slightly and looked nervously at his feet.
"Well...er...with all opposition gone...what do we do now sir?"
There was a crushing silence that lasted for several moments. Nobody dared speak. A seabird let out a soft, lonely cry that cut cleanly through the night air. A gentle breeze brought with it the smell of salt water, ozone, charred meat and leaking oil from a wrecked Turkish battle fleet. Minutes passed. Eventually there was a creak from General Dunkeld's chair and he raised a hand.
"Ok - anyone can answer this. Do we still have nukes?"
There was a series of negative mutterings from the assembled officers and, although nobody could see his face in the darkness, they all knew Alexander was smiling. As the last of the light faded, the tip of the general's cigar flared briefly before it was stubbed out in the sand. He stood up and folded his arms.
"Well, I'm sure I'll come up with something to keep you lot busy. Until then, just relax and enjoy the view - I think we've earned it."
As they sat in silence, staring at the waves and listened to them lapping against the shoreline, all the officers were thinking the same thing - that Alexander's words were equally applicable to Scotland herself.
That, and that it was good to be at peace at last.
~ THE END ~