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The Diplomat



By

Charles Holmes



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Cover by

Clint Sanders

















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The Diplomat



He left the doctor’s office mad. He wasn’t sure who he was mad at or why he was mad. He thought he knew why, but deep down he wasn’t sure. One thing he knew was that he was not going to quit smoking, drinking coffee and wine or eating certain foods. Why did it matter, he thought? If the damage was done, what good is change?

And now his wife would be certain to try and implement these changes. She was already concerned because of his high blood pressure. This news would make it impossible to have a decent meal, much less a decent day. How can you start your day without a good cup of French coffee or end it without a good glass of French wine? The little bit of home he could bring to all the places he traveled is what made it all worthwhile.

It was still morning. He had scheduled the doctor’s appointment as early as possible. He had hoped to go back to the United Nations building and get some work done. Now he didn’t care. He headed to Paname Restaurant to enjoy a decent lunch and a good cup of coffee. His wife had told him to call her once he left the doctor, but she wouldn’t know how long it was going to take. She had wanted to know how the visit went and she also had something she wanted to tell him. She mentioned it was important and that he needed to be with her when she told him. He figured the house back in France needed repairs. That was okay in his mind, it was his family’s house and it was old. Repairs were always going to be needed. It was probably going to be a bit expensive. He thought she wanted to be with him to keep him calm since she worried about his high blood pressure.



He finished his meal and started his second cup of coffee. He thought about work and all he had done over his life. He thought about the Russians and their ongoing hegemony. Sure the Soviet Union collapsed decades ago, yet nothing changed. Russia still wanted to be a major player in Europe and the world. Whoever came into power always tried to create a Russian empire, they may not call it such, but that was the end game. He thought about the peace agreement for Ukraine that never really held, the Baltic States always needing Western help to keep Russia at bay. Then there was an actual agreement with Russia, Iran, and the west about Iran’s nuclear energy program. No matter what he did though there was never any way to stop the growth of extremism in the Middle East. There was now the fourth or fifth new caliphate being declared and all of them warring against each other. The atrocities had become so common that no one in the West considered it news anymore. There was too much complacency in the West about what was going on. So, he feared no matter how hard he worked to find common ground for people so the human race could become civilized that there would never be an end. Life on this planet would cease to exist. He had dedicated his whole life to diplomacy and a better world. In his reverie he could not see any of his work moving life forward. It was all about getting through the latest catastrophe. And now his life was in jeopardy. He finished his coffee and thought again about going to work. Why he thought? His work and his family’s vineyard meant everything to him and in a flash he could lose both.


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