Government MeetingsInside the closed room, the atmosphere was grim. The various ministers sat around the large, oval-shaped table, none of them able to look at one another, all of them torn apart by the stress dominating every waking moment. When Wilson burst in, a stash of papers under his arm, no one so much as glanced up. Surveying the gathering of so many important individuals, Wilson stood for a moment, and gauged their mood. He shook his head, went to his chair at the head of the table and sat down, spreading out his papers before him.
“Initial reports, gentlemen.” He surveyed the faces. Gloom. Despair. “No doubt you've guessed the worst. It's all true,” his voice was even, business like. No clues to how he might have felt inside. “The past few days of fighting have laid waste huge
