far, but like many intellectuals, they feel the need to suggest improvements to a situation that at best only appears to be under control. Behind the thin veil of order, now blown away by the bombing, stands the naked truth that they were trapped in a chaotic situation, and with this realisation, panic began to set in.
The colonel watches out through the window, aware that they were making a lot of noise but unconcerned as the Russian jets continue to pound the city from the sky. He turns back towards the room and looking around at the despondent faces for a moment, walks towards the door where he bumps into one of the students in the corridor. It’s a girl in her early twenties and she looks nervously up at him.
Colonel: Samantha right? How is he?