What do you do when you wake up to a text informing you of an incoming ballistic missile?
First of all, you surprise yourself.
It wasn’t so much panic or fear that gripped me, but a melancholic sort of clarity. The morning sky seemed all the bluer, and every joke that passed from the mouths of me and my friends seemed all the funnier.
My breakfast tasted far better than it ever had before.
It just so happened that I was with my closest friends, in a beautiful place, and so my mind didn’t provide much in the way of a plan of action. Rather, I seemed rooted to where I stood. Very little was in question; a missile might well be on its way, and well, there wasn’t much we could do about that.
“Keep Calm and Carry On” entered into my internal dialogue and stuck around there as…
View original post 236 more words