In honor of Father’s Day

Excerpt from Strike Three, a post-apocalyptic novel by Joy V. Smith: 
Lea first learns about her future when she reads her stepfather’s letter to her father:
“Duncan’s letter was to her father, with a postscript to her at the end.
“Sheridan, I promise to keep Francine safe, so far as I can. We’re headed for an underground shelter with government officials, some military, and their family members. We’ve learned terrorists—backed, we’re sure, with at least one country’s government, in combination with NKAAU—intend to attack the United States, including Washington, D. C., causing as much damage as possible with the intent of precipitating a war—for any country who wants to take advantage of our vulnerability, while we’re still reeling. The stupidity of this is apparent since any missile strikes will be followed back to their source. Unfortunately, there are intended to be multiple sources in different countries. Our military is ready for that. (God help the planet!) But it’s not just the missiles that are the problem. Assorted weapons, including the ‘hot virus,’ which I’ve learned more about than I wanted to, and which is the worst, I fear, include also a variety of nuclear bombs of various types, though it’s thought that it’ll be mostly “clean” bombs to preserve our infrastructure, which they lust after. ‘It’s not fair that they have so much!’ is one refrain; and they really love that United they tacked on to their name.
“Our military, by the way, are not so restrained. So, take shelter—I know you’re prepared for that. Possibly you know I made sure you were able to purchase the old airfield, along with the planes and that communications bunker, because I knew I’d rather have them in your hands than some homegrown militia, though I hope they’re prepared too. I know some have bought up a few of those missile sites in Kansas. We have no time table, but surely they know it’s not such a secret anymore, and they can’t afford to hesitate. I hope the damage will not be so bad, and other countries will stomp them flat too, but the commander-in-chief decided not to take any chances. Soon the papers will notice the absent officials and politicians, who are busy digging themselves holes wherever they can. The vice-president, bless her, intends to keep things stable as long as she can.
“Melody Lea, my beloved daughter, you can’t imagine how much I’m missing you, but I trust in your own father’s care. All my love to you and my best hopes for you both. Love, your [step] father, Duncan C. Blake.”
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