“Do you know the worst part of my job?” the hollow voice asked. Lukas dropped his hands. “What’s that, sir?” “Standing here, looking at a silo on this map, and drawing a red cross through it. Can you imagine what that feels like?” Lukas shook his head. “I can’t, sir.” “It feels like a parent losing thousands of children, all at once.” A pause. “You will have to be cruel to your children so as not to lose them.”
