I want to tell you a story.
About a sweet middle aged couple and how little they matter to people at large. The couple, survived the England blitiz, and for a time, had peace. Soon, over the radio, they hear about how the cold war shifted into a nuclear war.
There were bombs coming.
The husband put his faith in to government; the wife didn't believe such a thing was coming. But but it was cleared up as soon as the sirens went off.
The couple managed to get to a bomb shelter in time of the blast, it was over in a few minutes. The couple, rather dim, misunderstood the governmental leaflets and they stood in for two weeks instead of two they also drunk the rain water and gotten fresh air, exposing themselves to severe radiation poisoning.
Soon, the effects took place, the wife started to loose her hair, her gums bled and severe sores were forming on her legs, the husband suffered the same effects saved for the hair loss, he already lost his hair long ago.
The couple decided to follow one, last instruction. Put a bag over their heads, it will surely stop the radiation. The husband wanted to say a prayer and so he did, but he forgot the rest, he stumbles and stammers till the wife said;
"No more love; no more."
