The Slow Zoom-In on One Life

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This story is fictional.

Lucas Morrald: The Mobbio-Dosian war in 1975 in a new perspective, OxBridge Press 2022,  Cambridge, p. 213:

His [General Mobbi’s] wit is especially visible with regard to the events of 21st November when the Mobbian troops finally withdrew from the centre of Dosiopolis. The Mobbian headquarters issued the withdrawal command in the early morning hours, only a few minutes after they received word of massive attack started by the Dosians. In this chapter I argue that this was a crucial step which eventually enabled the Mobbians to win the war.

Ibid., p. 215:

In the previous accounts of the war, one aspect of this crucial decision was regrettably overlooked. When general Mobbi issued the command, he added that the withdrawal of forces must be – no matter what happens – finished in under one hour. Even though this decision cost the Mobbians a few troops, it enabled the others to withdraw in time, regroup behind the borderlines of the city and, just a few days later, begin the decisive counter-offensive.

The 1st helicopter squad of the 2nd air division: 21st November 1975, 7:45 AM

“Captain, look! Number three is not taking off. What’s wrong?” The young soldier was leaning out of the ascending helicopter.

“Are you serious?” Captain peaked out of the window, the walkie-talkie already in his hand. “Number three? Do you copy? What’s wrong?”

WE ARE MISSING TWO MEN, SIR. THEY SHOULD BE HERE IN ABOUT TEN MINUTES. WE’LL CATCH UP WITH YOU.

“Are you kidding me? Haven’t you heard the orders? We must leave this fucking place! Now! That’s a fucking order!”

“Sir, we can’t leave them here.”

“I’ll ask the HQ to send someone in here to pick them up, ok? But now take off for God’s sake.”

“Copy, sir. Taking off.”

All five helicopters got the lowest needed altitude for a safe flight and speedily left the airport.

“Do you think they are really gonna send someone to get them, John?”

“I fucking hope so. Eric is there.”

John Wood’s diary: 21st November 1975

The worst day of my life. We’ve been up all night, waiting for the Dosians to attack. Nobody said anything, but we were sure they would attack that day. Don’t ask me how, we just knew it. And then the order came. You must leave under an hour. I was shocked. There was no way I was getting my squad back to the airport on time. Especially Eric and James, they were too far away. I called all of them immediately.

We took off. There was no other option. I hoped, I hoped they would send someone back for them. Captain promised he would call the HQ and I know he did. He did and they promised him. As we were leaving the airport, we called the two and explained the situation. They were heading back to the airport. They were frightened to death. We all knew the attack was coming. I tried to comfort them, but then the signal got lost. We were too far. By that time, I already knew that no one was coming back. HQ fucked with us. As always. These were the two first men I lost in this bloody war for no reason. Ten minutes. Ten minutes only and they were alive. How could they be that heartless?


Each life story is the most valuable one. Even though big decisions need to be taken without studying each and every one of them, we cannot give up the personal, emotional and empathic part of our lives, because that is what truly makes our lives meaningful.
Outside perspective is important, it can save lives, but it is never sufficient.

Krystof Selucky

Krystof Selucky

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