Chapter 12 - Requiem for an Unknown Soldier
Zermatt, Switzerland, 1 April 2052
On the day of General George Smythe’s official demise, his eyes fluttered open at 6:00 a.m. The flood of early morning daylight streamed through the bedroom windows. After donning his slippers and robe, he strolled to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea. He carried the teacup and a freshly baked croissant to the living room. He gazed out at the Matterhorn that towered majestically and ominously above the chalet like a granite sentinel of impending doom. The cloudless blue sky surrounding the majestic mountain peak imparted a pristine ambiance to the environ that crystallised his resolve to fulfil the task at hand. From this day forth he would be a dead man to the world at large.
An hour later, the gen
