Rolling waves smashed against the ship, as they shattered millions of tiny droplets against the invincible steel.
The radar and missile launchers on the guided missile cruisers were active and ready, waiting for the command to fire...
"Sir." The young soldier looked at the officer. He was unsettled, as it was difficult to distinguish whether it was firm or panic in his green pupils. "What should we do?"
What should we do?
No one could answer the young soldier who had just left the military academy; even the seasoned veteran couldn't. Since they were standing there, they were soldiers—just negligible screws in the massive war machine. They couldn't make the decision?
Instead of thinking about this question without an answer, it would be better to think about a more realistic question...
What will we do?
