Arctic Wind

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A special thanks to Father James Danner, (Captain, USN, Retired). Shipmate, friend and Chaplain aboard USS Iowa, who helped with my research and wrote the prayer used in the story.

The view was breathtaking. The large picture window overlooked the heart of the old city, and the lights highlighted each of the old structures creating a tapestry of color against a starry night sky. The cigar and cigarette smoke inside the room only partially dulled the overall sparkling vista as the eight men inside sat back in their rich leather seats to both admire the view and to discuss the weighty matters that only very high ranking executives and political leaders addressed. The curling smoke was only diminished when one of the men took a sip from the crystal glasses each held.

The men in the room savored both the drinks and the moment. Each had worked very hard to be included into this august group, although none of them had what many would consider a spotless career. In fact, several would be what many would be considered a felon by any standard. None the less, here they were, controlling a huge sector of power of their country, and ready to expand their empire at any cost.

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