Poor Fools by darrell1973day

I once met someone in California whose life’s ambition was to be the person that actually launches a nuclear missile in the silo. Wherever that is. These silos are pretty deep underground. They are cramped and boring. They are scattered across the United States. There are definitely alot in California. Anyway, these guys that sit in these silos do so 24-7.
They spend every second of every night and day there. They are waiting by a red telephone and a computer console. One day, the phone will ring. He will pick up and the U.S. President will say only “Order execute”. They hang up the receiver, turn to their computer keyboard and quickly type in some commands. Somewhere nearby but at surface level, a great steel door will open and a nuclear warhead will launch out. It will speed off to its predetermined destination and detonate two miles off the earth’s surface. This is to ensure greatest area of destruction.
Meanwhile, the poor fool’s back at the silos are left to their own devices. They are abandoned by their government for diplomatic reasons and completely alone in what would likely be the harshest of wildernesses. Now, why in the fuck would anyone actually WANT to do that?