The Great War broke out. Not another one.
They planned for cemeteries in stadiums in the days to come, dust clouds and Hollywood movies. They would call the Saints and each of them would choose a flag to wave. It was senseless. Half the world would wake up in Hell and the other half would grieve. You don't think you'll grieve for your enemies? You will, because injustice reaches both ways and they will cry out from the ground. Even the guilty are heard by God.
"I have to protect us," the king insisted.
If he didn't pull the trigger the enemy would and he would lose.
"You'll lose anyway," his advisor said. "We will all lose."
"What do I do?"
"God's method of intervention is prayer, not war," the advisor quoted.
"What if God doesn't hear me?"
"He will."
So the king bowed his head, half certain the advisor would take it off. That didn't happen. Instead, the next Great War fizzled out before it began.
