The somber music swelled as a single satellite passed over India then Africa, picking out shots of dead Mumbai, Cairo, Casablanca then paused and seemed to shift, zooming in and in and in… On a single point of light that on further zoom was a hundred ships and boats crowded into a harbor.
In all the world, there was a single point of light.
Wolf Squadron.
“Mind if I borrow this, General?” Steve asked, his eyes misty.
“Of course,” Brice said. “Pass it around. Your people need to see it. They need to understand.”
“It’s easy to curse the dark, ma’am,” Steve said. “We’ll light a candle instead.”
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