safely. Even if he did, he’ll not be able to come to the farm with the rest of them. His duties in the military will keep him away now more than ever. The military will have to be deployed or the country will fall to chaos just like so much of the rest of the world as Dr. Krue had confidently predicted.
She looks at the dashboard clock; it is already 1:30 a.m., so she is left to assume that the reporting is on some sort of repetitive loop.
“So much for the President’s speech,” Reagan remarks sardonically. He isn’t really such a bad guy. He’s done some good since taking office, bringing America back into super-power status. It had been years since anyone had thought of the United States as a super-power, but he’d changed all of that with strengthening the military might of the U.S. and drastically reducing trade with China and Mexico. They hadn’t taken well to it, but manufacturing had increased ten-fold and the country slowly started coming out of its debt-ridden status. People felt optimistic for the first time in a long time, they looked up to their president and the government in general. With having so many members of the government killed during the Syrian terrorist attack on the capitol years ago, there was a huge turnover of senators and congressmen. It wasn’t such a bad thing, and it was something that had needed done for many generations. Perhaps not in the exact manner that it had happened, though. Term limits had immediately been enacted while positive progress had sent the country in the right direction. And now, in the year of our Lord 2031, when we were finally getting our shit together the world as everyone knows it is ending.
All she wants is to be in the safety of her family’s arms. Reagan’s thoughts drift down memory lane and the clench in her stomach is from the heartache of missing her family and not from the stab wounds. She can almost hear the musical laughter of her sister Hannah. She is simply angelic. Everything about her is soft, light, feminine. Her flaxen blonde hair always hangs poker straight almost to her waist and her skin is always pale. She is very nearly the exact opposite of Reagan in every way. The girl is insufferably graceful where Reagan can and does trip over her own two feet all the time. And Hannah is two years younger to boot. Hannah is the right hand of their Grams. That girl follows Grams all around the large kitchen at the farm and had from the minute their father had dropped them there. She loves cooking, and her one chore on the farm outdoors is taking care of the chickens. Those stupid chickens love her, too. Wherever she goes, they follow her around as if she were the mother hen. Unfortunately, she also got her fashion sense from Grams. On most days she wears long house-dresses of just plain white with her hair in a simple braid. Very rarely does she ever wear shoes or socks, unless there is a foot of snow on the ground. The kitchen is where she could always be found anyway, so it was a shoes optional area. She and Hannah do share one passion other than their family and that is music. Hannah plays the piano as well as any concert pianist, and Reagan would play along on her battered, old guitar or on the piano with her. Their love of music and each other is so powerful that Reagan pines for her sister and her comforting presence.
Voices on the radio come in clear again, prompting Reagan to turn it back up. “...there aren’t going to be UN troops to even be deployed. This just confirms what a haphazard decision that was to have them stationed in upstate New York. Those were supposed to be our peacekeepers in times like this. Wow, this could be bad. This could get really bad. We’ve all been witnesses to what a mess Europe has become with the rioting, mass looting, military rule and everything else that’s been going on over there. Thankfully, the last of our deployed military in Syria have been brought home, just last week. That war is no longer
She looks at the dashboard clock; it is already 1:30 a.m., so she is left to assume that the reporting is on some sort of repetitive loop.
“So much for the President’s speech,” Reagan remarks sardonically. He isn’t really such a bad guy. He’s done some good since taking office, bringing America back into super-power status. It had been years since anyone had thought of the United States as a super-power, but he’d changed all of that with strengthening the military might of the U.S. and drastically reducing trade with China and Mexico. They hadn’t taken well to it, but manufacturing had increased ten-fold and the country slowly started coming out of its debt-ridden status. People felt optimistic for the first time in a long time, they looked up to their president and the government in general. With having so many members of the government killed during the Syrian terrorist attack on the capitol years ago, there was a huge turnover of senators and congressmen. It wasn’t such a bad thing, and it was something that had needed done for many generations. Perhaps not in the exact manner that it had happened, though. Term limits had immediately been enacted while positive progress had sent the country in the right direction. And now, in the year of our Lord 2031, when we were finally getting our shit together the world as everyone knows it is ending.
All she wants is to be in the safety of her family’s arms. Reagan’s thoughts drift down memory lane and the clench in her stomach is from the heartache of missing her family and not from the stab wounds. She can almost hear the musical laughter of her sister Hannah. She is simply angelic. Everything about her is soft, light, feminine. Her flaxen blonde hair always hangs poker straight almost to her waist and her skin is always pale. She is very nearly the exact opposite of Reagan in every way. The girl is insufferably graceful where Reagan can and does trip over her own two feet all the time. And Hannah is two years younger to boot. Hannah is the right hand of their Grams. That girl follows Grams all around the large kitchen at the farm and had from the minute their father had dropped them there. She loves cooking, and her one chore on the farm outdoors is taking care of the chickens. Those stupid chickens love her, too. Wherever she goes, they follow her around as if she were the mother hen. Unfortunately, she also got her fashion sense from Grams. On most days she wears long house-dresses of just plain white with her hair in a simple braid. Very rarely does she ever wear shoes or socks, unless there is a foot of snow on the ground. The kitchen is where she could always be found anyway, so it was a shoes optional area. She and Hannah do share one passion other than their family and that is music. Hannah plays the piano as well as any concert pianist, and Reagan would play along on her battered, old guitar or on the piano with her. Their love of music and each other is so powerful that Reagan pines for her sister and her comforting presence.
Voices on the radio come in clear again, prompting Reagan to turn it back up. “...there aren’t going to be UN troops to even be deployed. This just confirms what a haphazard decision that was to have them stationed in upstate New York. Those were supposed to be our peacekeepers in times like this. Wow, this could be bad. This could get really bad. We’ve all been witnesses to what a mess Europe has become with the rioting, mass looting, military rule and everything else that’s been going on over there. Thankfully, the last of our deployed military in Syria have been brought home, just last week. That war is no longer
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