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429 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 1, 2011
Many genuinely blamed the Chinese in every respect; to them, America was righteous; if America was in a war, it must be a just war.
“I programmed the firing pattern, sent the kinetics into their hull. One hundred and fifty people on the Paltus, right?”
“About that,” Neil nodded.
“They all had mothers and fathers, and my God, Neil, some of them probably had kids! I might have made orphans, just like I was.”
“I helped make them, too.”
“I know,” she said, staring off into space. “We all did. You solved the problem. I fired the weapons. All we can do is fall back on the idea that it’s our duty. We have to trust our officers and commanders, all the way up to the president. All I can tell myself is that it was a necessary act to defend the Constitution and protect the people of the United States. But … I didn’t ever see the people we killed. I suppose that’s different from your experience.”
“Missile flechettes ripped into the Hangzhou’s CIC, cutting into the weapons consoles and the men and women at them.
When the San Jacinto was thrusting – which was most of the time – “down” was toward the drive, giving the ship’s interior a layout like a tower, with multiple, narrow decks. From the crew’s perspective, the ship was perpetually headed up, toward a location above their heads. San Jacinto’s usual cruise thrust was ten milligees and change, enough so something dropped would eventually hit the floor, but below the threshold of providing any sensation of weight?