Ever since signing up with the European Alliance, they had been at the forefront of the conflict, which until recently had not erupted into total war. Many had been pondering over the frightening thought of nuclear powers facing off against each other once again. All knew from their schooling that such an event could be as potentially cataclysmic as the alien invasion they had lived through. But nobody would ask it openly, not until Acosta and his big mouth was sitting opposite the Colonel. "Sir, why are we sitting by while we got nukes ready to use?" Several others shook their heads but still listened in intently. They wanted answers as much as the inquisitive Private did. "Because we're fighting a nuclear power, and using them only assures mutual destruction." "Not if we hit their silos first, go tactical on their asses." "And their allies? Subs? Satellite silos?" "Well, hell yeah, hit 'em all." "You're a simple son of a bitch," Silva said. "Several laughed, and it made him more than a little embarrassed, but he tried to brush it off.
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