Chapter 3: The farm
We arrived at the farm around eleven thirty. The trip had not been hard but was tiring nonetheless. The four of us had a walk around the property, thanks to camp lights Josh and I had bought at the camping store.
We witnessed the most fantastic site while standing there. The night was pitch black. The stars lit up the sky unobstructed by city lights, until, a missile could be seen high in the air traveling south. All that was visible of the rocket was the fire coming from the rocket engine. We stood there in shock knowing that when the missile landed at its destination hundreds of people, maybe thousands would meet their fate.
A thousand questions raced through my mind. Everything we had, every one we knew in Boston, were gone. The world would never be the same. The four of us stood silently looking up at the sky. We counted three more missiles heading south on their murderous mission. I had watched a program on TV some time ago, where they were discussing the possibility of a missile strike. They said that if China ever sent missiles to bomb the U.S.A. the most probable route would be from the north over Canada. The reasoning was that the U.S.A. had placed most of its anti-missile detection armament on the two coasts of the country. They expected at the time that missile strikes would come directly over the oceans to hit the country near its borders. As we watched these missiles, we could see the countermeasures that the U.S.A. had taken. An attack was expected. Other weapons could be seen coming toward the nukes. Then there were massive explosions. Not an atomic blast but a regular bomb blast, which took out the missile from China. One by one we could watch as the foreign rockets were destroyed. The falling debris would be radioactive. If you came into contact with it, you would receive radiation burns along with radiation poisoning. Your fate would be sealed the minute you got too close to the fallout material. None of this information had been disseminated to the general public by the ministry of defense. I was well versed on the after effects having investigated it on the Internet.
After what seemed hours of staring at the night sky. The four of us retired to our vans, and tried to get a station on the radio. An English radio station in Montreal came through loud and clear. Of course, they were only reporting on the war.
The USA had taken direct hits at many of the major cities. New York was gone. Los Angeles was gone. Philadelphia was gone. The list went on and on. Millions of people were assumed dead. The anti-missile defense system employed by the United States had undoubtedly saved millions of lives. It was estimated that seven out of every ten missiles sent by China had been destroyed, before reaching their intended targets. There was little or no information coming from China as to the damage inflicted by USA missiles.
Great Britain and Canada had joined the USA. North Korea had joined with China. The rest of the world’s countries remained uncommitted for now.
There were reports of Chinese troops landing on the west coast of the USA, and from the north through Canada. At last report, the U.S. and Canadian forces liquidated these soldiers.
The Hamiltons decided to stay in their van. They said they needed to be alone. Rhonda was distraught, concerned about the baby, and their future.
Trudy and I stayed up listening to the radio. Finally, just before dawn, we fell into an uneasy sleep. We were safe here at the farm, at least for now.
In the morning the four of us decided we needed to get the house ready for occupancy. It was in better condition than I expected. It had two roomy bedrooms, a large kitchen. It had its well and septic. I could see us living here comfortably unless something forced us to leave. We moved all of our belongings into the house. Josh and I made sure there was enough firewood on hand. If the hydro went out Josh and I had bought a relatively large generator as a backup source of electricity.
It only took a few hours of work to move into the house. Then we sat listening to the radio that Josh had in the kitchen. We had to keep up to date, just in case.
Due to the proliferation of the American war machine, the nuclear war was short. With all the nukes that the Americans sent to decimate China, it wasn’t long before it was over.
The damage was done. Millions of people on both sides were dead. According to reports, more Chinese died than Americans due to the number of warheads sent to China. America was in surprisingly good shape, thanks to the missile defense system employed by the USA.
The government had planned long ago for this sort of event. Underground bunkers were created secretly, so when the war started all of the top Federal agencies were being commanded from various shelters around the USA.
The Montreal radio station reported that Canada had not sustained any damage as a result of the war. The air quality was monitored on an hourly basis. So far only shallow radiation levels from the nuclear fallout were detected. Canadian drinking water was still safe. However, they would be distributing water-testing kits for those who were on wells. There was a concern however that the Chinese may enter Canada from the north and make its way south to try and surprise the Americans.
Disturbing reports were coming from cities that were near the larger towns that had been wiped out. People, who had been affected by the chemical that was in the food supply, were reacting strangely. People started dying as soon as hostilities broke out between the two nations. The government was determined to find the method used by the Chinese to corrupt the food supply. Tests were on going.
A week went by; we were settling into a very nice lifestyle. We were able to buy our groceries at the local grocery store in Maniwaki. There was very little in the way of fresh vegetables and fruit for sale. We stalked up on canned goods, but the store’s supplies were getting low. We had enough on hand to last through the summer.
Josh and I would have to find out how to hunt and fish for fresh meat. We would also have to plant an extensive garden for vegetables. Josh owned one hundred acres of good farmland. There was a decent tractor and some implements.
At night, after dinner, the four of us would talk about our new life together as farmers. When the initial shock of the war wore off, we found ourselves in a utopia, a virtual paradise. Living so far was simple with lots of hard work that was very rewarding.
There was a significant three hundred gallon tank for diesel fuel on the property. We were able to get it filled. It would give us fuel for the two vans and the tractor.
By the time six months had gone by, it was October. All of the garden crops that we had planted were ready to be harvested. From the looks of our garden, our cold cellar would be full of vegetables.
Ronda was getting big. She was still worried about the baby. They had announced on the radio that even if the mother showed no outward signs of having ingested the Chinese chemical. It was still possible that they had swallowed it and the baby was infected.
“They wanted to turn us into zombies!” exclaimed Josh.
Rhonda broke down in tears when she heard that.
“We can’t panic until they find out how they introduced the chemical into the food chain, besides I don’t think you ate anything with the poison in it. You’re in excellent health.” I told Rhonda.
I voiced the opinion with Josh and Rhonda that both of our families exercised caution when planning our meals. I knew from what Trudy had told me in the past that both families only ate fresh produce and meats grown locally. It was because of this attitude of healthy eating that I doubted that any of us had ingested the poison sent compliments of China.