One Second After (A John Matherson Novel)
William R. Forstchen
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New York Times best selling author William R. Forstchen now brings us a story which can be all too terrifyingly real...a story in which one man struggles to save his family and his small North Carolina town after America loses a war, in one second, a war that will send America back to the Dark Ages...A war based upon a weapon, an Electro Magnetic Pulse (EMP). A weapon that may already be in the hands of our enemies.
Months before publication, One Second After has already been cited on the floor of Congress as a book all Americans should read, a book already being discussed in the corridors of the Pentagon as a truly realistic look at a weapon and its awesome power to destroy the entire United States, literally within one second. It is a weapon that the Wall Street Journal warns could shatter America. In the tradition of On the Beach, Fail Safe and Testament, this book, set in a typical American town, is a dire warning of what might be our future...and our end.
to start climbing the fence. "Girls, into the car," John snapped, and there was no hesitation. The doors slammed behind them. John backed up to the car, the drunk had a hard time negotiating his footing. John slipped into the driver's seat, slammed into reverse, and floored it. "Son of a bitch, all we want is a lift," and as the drunk half-dangled from the fence he flipped John off. Flooring the gas, John continued to back up all the way to the turnoff to their road, threw the gear into
shock. He could now see that. The poor girl was numbed, hollow eyed. "When did you last sleep?" She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was frozen at 4:50. Feeble cries echoed down the corridor: "help me, help me, help me ..." "A few hours last night, I guess." "Are any other staff here?" "There's Janice down on the other wing. I think Waldo is still here." "And that's it?" She nodded. "I'll be right back." He braced himself and started down the corridor. All
barrier. Charlie leaned out of the car and a couple of the cops recognized him, asked for news, and he had confirmed the rumor that had already reached them that more refugees were coming out of Asheville. John pulled back onto the interstate there, and once past the sign marking the town limits of Black Mountain he breathed a sigh of relief and he felt the others in the car relax as well, Washington finally lowering the AR-15. It was if they had gone to an alien land and were now safely back
Died from complacent self-centeredness. Suppose America died that day." "For heaven's sake, Dan, don't talk like that," John sighed. "Well, I think it did die, John. I think our enemies caught us with total surprise. We should have seen it. I'm willing to bet there were a hundred reports floating around Congress warning of this, experts who truly did know their stuff screaming that we were wide open. It happens to all nations, all empires in history. Hell, you're the historian; you know that.
shot, though, got him in the leg, thank God, didn't have to kill him." John couldn't reply. There was a bit of tightness in Brett's voice but already the sort of casualness John had heard so often in debriefings after Desert Storm. Good young kids trained to be killers and trying to be hardened to it, though it was still a shock. "I guess, though, with a 30/30 through the leg he's a goner anyhow." "You did what you had to do," John offered reassuringly. "Still, sir. Reminded me of my