Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
For the whole world was flaring then into a monstrous phase of
destruction. Power after Power about the armed globe sought to
anticipate attack by aggression. They went to war in a delirium of
panic, in order to use their bombs first. China and Japan had assailed
Russia and destroyed Moscow, the United States had attacked Japan,
India was in anarchistic revolt with Delhi a pit of fire spouting death
and flame; the redoubtable King of the Balkans was mobilising. It must
have seemed plain at last to every one in those days that the world was
slipping headlong to anarchy. By the spring of 1959 from nearly two
hundred centres, and every week added to their number, roared the
unquenchable crimson conflagrations of the atomic bombs, the flimsy
fabric of the world’s credit had vanished, industry was completely
disorganised and every city, every thickly populated area was starving
or trembled on the verge of starvation. Most of the capital cities of
the world were burning; millions of people had already perished, and
over great areas government was at an end. Humanity has been compared
by one contemporary writer to a sleeper who handles matches in his
sleep and wakes to find himself in flames.
For many months it was an open question whether there was to be found
throughout all the race the will and intelligence to face these new
conditions and make even an attempt to arrest the downfall of the
social order. For a time the war spirit defeated every effort to rally
the forces of preservation and construction. Leblanc seemed to be
protesting against earthquakes, and as likely to find a spirit of
reason in the crater of Etna. Even though the shattered official
governments now clamoured for peace, bands of irreconcilables and
invincible patriots, usurpers, adventurers, and political desperadoes,
were everywhere in possession of the simple apparatus for the
disengagement of atomic energy and the initiation of new centres of
destruction. The stuff exercised an irresistible fascination upon a
certain type of mind. Why should any one give in while he can still
destroy his enemies? Surrender? While there is still a chance of
blowing them to dust? The power of destruction which had once been the
ultimate privilege of government was now the only power left in the
world—and it was everywhere. There were few thoughtful men during that
phase of blazing waste who did not pass through such moods of despair
as Barnet describes, and declare with him: ‘This is the end....’
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