“I tell you, the world is different. There was a major cosmic shift on or around September 29, 1959, as if the very atoms were scrambled. We are not in the same place as we were, and we’re not where we are supposed to be. It’s like we phased into a different Universe, one where we don’t belong.”
Our elite polar unit was taking a short break on our trek. I was with Stan Petrosky, as always, and he was spouting his oddball philosophy, as always.
Stan had started at some fancy university as a philosophy major, but his parents had died in an accident, so he joined the army to make ends meet and to take advantage of the GI Bill. I guess he never figured we’d be at war so soon. But nobody had.
“You say the world changed on September 29 last year?” I asked. “It doesn’t take a genius to know that, Stan. It was only the biggest day in history since the 28th of June in 1914. Hell, I’d say even bigger than December 7, 1941.”
“Yeah, what we did in September was like the killing of the Archduke, except that it was worse. But it is more than that, beyond politics and war, it’s the Universe itself that is messed up; we are off track; we’re…”
“Petrosky and Dobbs, quit your yapping and get ready to move out. The walls have ears. We’re at war, you know.” Sargent Smith was always all business, and was even worse on this mission. Continue reading