Final Mission: Zion - A World War 2 Thriller

by Chuck Driskell

The horse carriages were now replaced by loud, intrusive automobiles. On the outside of the building, the gas lamps had been traded for electric lights, probably operated from the convenience of a single switch. Power and phone lines ran to the building, snaking in from all directions to create an unsightly tangle. From an open window upstairs, he could hear music, courtesy of one of those radios everyone now seemed to own and worship. The world’s modernization had all happened so fast.