[The First Nuclear War] A Third World War Kiss

By Christian Kiss

UPDATED EDITION 3
In WW3, which one would YOU be?

It's short, a bit cruel, but it's a book for peace.

Will it scare you enough?
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Usually people count world wars, but from a bit from now on, there are wars, there are world wars, and there are nuclear wars.

This one is about the first nuclear war.

In the first nuclear war of man, which one would YOU be?
It is short, a bit cruel, but it is a book for peace.

Will it scare you enough?

And the civilians? Mostly vast grapes of people in front of the bunkers, distress, anger, impatience, chaos, apocalyptic calming calm music, eager propaganda slogans through the night, as they sit and stand and wait and noisy background echo themselves like a full sports arena. Some quarrel with the guards, some are pushed away, others cuddle crying babies, someone hunts someone in the crowd, waste and dirt everywhere. They want into the bunker and the door is only open that one and one only can fit through with a single-out cage where only one can get through, one by one. Shitty cheap wire fence with NATO fence around. All were anxious waiting, pushing, angry, trying, rushing, arguing, gestures, noise, cries, desperation, covered with proud propaganda slogans echoing through the night and calming music. The moment it started to rain, all started to scream out in a sudden loud effort and cried like it’s their last moments in this life, as soldiers rushed in panic towards the bunker door but they closed it shooting some automatic fire muzzle flashes rushing towards the door. All cried screamed whistled on the rain in a sudden and pushed towards the bunker door, some bleeding on the NATO fence, then the first started to vomit and bleed out of the eyes, the kids eyes became black looking upwards to reach for the hand of their god. They all did. In their vomit, in their blood, on their possessions.

It got calm after an hour or three. This happened with many civilians and many bunkers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Kiss
• Release date: Jun 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310186608

Christian Kiss

[Not For Spies] What Is A Human Being?-truth IS stranger than fiction.Deeply Humane Books On A Level U Get Or Don't Get.principally to help human beings, worry sometimes i overfreight themChristian.Kiss at gmx.com

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[THE FIRST NUCLEAR WAR]

A third world war kiss

©by Christian Kiss, 3rd Edition, 12.03.2016

Chapter 1 The generals

Chapter 2 You’re a child

Chapter 3 Nuclear fire is such a matchbox

Chapter 4 What have they done

Chapter 5 The GI packs away his gun

Chapter 6 Fate of a dictator enabler

Chapter 7 Whicklesburg, no one nukes Whicklesburg

Chapter 8 The next morning

Chapter 9 Two years limited nuclear war

Chapter 10 You are on duty

Chapter 11 WHEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Final Chapter

Think and care for one.second.one.

Chapter 1 The generals

They always plan for wars. For yesterdays wars.

There’s glory, there’s the mild light looking back.

Brains are association machines, so new conflicts are associated with old ones, which leads to phony mistakes, so obsolete doctrines. Panzer units over the field, admiring operative geniuses of the Wehrmacht, mixing in personal heroes, admiral this, general that, Feldmarschallbbbbbbengel that. Goering orders to shoot metal planes till they burn (like wood birds from WW1), generals in WW1 order to keep useless mountains at all costs, French relying on Maginot lines in early WW2, history is full of these.

Usually people count world wars, but from abit from now on, there are wars, there are world wars, and there are nuclear wars. This one is about the first nuclear war. Mankind doesn’t learn. It’s the biggest mistake. Mankind.doesn’t.learn. It’s doomed to repeat its mistakes, and man snaps in war. All just get totally crazy. When anything goes, all do what they want as long it’s the foe, nothing they do has consequences, all just go crazy. It’s the insanity of war. The loot pillage rape murder, steal, abuse, burn, kill, torture, genocide, all in an orgy of violence, blood hell and shit tells anything about the insanity of mankind when the civilization fails, and it fails often. Over and over and over again. It’s understandable that nothing good happens in wars. It breaks men, even in the so-called good wars. And you cannot stop them, as you like. All the toys, the generals rub themselves when they think of it, all the toys and guns and high-tech weapons they get a boner from, -the foe has as well. If not imminently then with a bit delay. In the field, usually a tiny comparative advantage decides who has the upper hand for a short while, till the next update or toy turns the tide tactically. But strategically game changers and force multipliers are rare. 

Wars are not won by soldiers. It’s a common misconception. You pick every farmer and worker and poor man, black or not, stuff him into a uniform, give him the education of a 4 year old just for war, and make him obey obey obey to death and beyond obey. Then you send them out doing shit. To the enemy preferably. It’s a common misconception. Wars are not won by these. Wars are won by INDUSTRIAL PRODUCTION, by ESPIONAGE/ Intel/ Communication and by TECHNOLOGICAL SUPREMACY up to force multipliers, which means SCIENTISTS.

What tends to shorten wars and end wars is, if it’s not a force multiplier, game changer like the nuke, usually nothing less and nothing more but a second.front.

Einstein said I do not know, which weapons will be used in the third world war, I just know the 4th will be fought with sticks and stones. Let’s see if he’s right about it. Even atomics may think it’s a mushroom in a sunny beautiful landscape, or many mushrooms in the distance, where do you run to next?

Chapter 2 You’re a child

You play in the sun, mommy calls you for lunch, you play with your friends. The wheat in the fields moves with the wind, you like how the rain sounds on the roof. You like how the drops jump up again from the concrete, when you visit your cousin in the city. It smells sour, it’s different, the concrete burns your feet sometimes when you walk it barefoot. You can draw things on it nicely though. Your brother taught you how to ride the bike, that was kind of him. You soooooo want to learn to read.

You want to. Soooooooooooooooo???????????????????????????????????????????????uuuuu??????MUCH! But no one wants to teach you. School starts only in a year and then it takes another year or two till they teach you. Damn. You read CCCP on the rockets in the book, you can’t believe they let Skylab burn in the atmosphere. Why? These idddddiots.! It’s so a w e s o m e  and they just let it burn. Idiots.

You step on a balcony breathe in look into the distance. Your sleigh hangs on the side, it’s metal and broken from a silly jump over the snow from last year. Someone’s gotta weld it but no one has a welding machine. You try it yourself someday. With the sparks fireworks. I mean. It’s extremely hot, it makes sparks as well. It must be possible it must work. Why wouldn’t that work as well?

You visit your grandparents again in countryside. You have a box of matches. You know you gotta be careful with them. They taught you all the time not to run with sharp objects, not to play with fire, not to turn on the gas oven, not to stuff things into the plug. Oh just stop annoying me, I’m not stupid dad. But here there are some matches. You gotta try em out, but, they’re dangerous so you gotta be careful. They’re unusually big, that’s unusual. Like made in Japan on the small grey thingies in the radio.