[ WP ] A chief executive of a modern , wealthy nation leads a military action from the front .

`` Mr. President Sir, this is highly unorthodox! ``, Special Agent Christenson said. 
 
 Well if that was the understatement of the fucking century. Electing a Military Veteran as President seemed a safe bet in this increasingly destabelising times. Christenson voted for the young, charismatic ex-fighter pilot himself, even crossing usual Party lines. 
 
 He could see that this man was different. His parents even said that he was JFK come again. But noone could have seen what was to come then. 
 
 `` Christenson, I'm the Commander in Chief, and dang it, unless I can get myself into a Jet, I'll command.'' 
 
 `` Sir, with all due respect, I do n't think this is quite what Commander in Chief means.'' 
 
 `` This is EXACTLY what the framers of the constitution meant! Washington himself lead his troops personally into battle. Even after he became president he...'' 
 
 The Presidents Point about constitutional history was interrupted by an Artillery Shell landing precariously close. 
 
 `` Mr. President, all due respect, but I will not allow this!'' 
 
 `` For the last time, I will do this, and none of you can stop this. I do not require you to stay with me if you do n't want to. This is not what you trained for.'' 
 
 Christensen gulped. 
 
 `` Sir, I was trained to take a bullet for you. And I sure as hell wo n't leave you now that some will finally come your way.'' 
 
 He was n't trained to take Artillery Shells or Grenades though, Christensen thought gloomily. 
 
 The other Agents nodded in Agreement. 
 
 `` But before we go, I have to know one thing Mr. President. Why? Why are you doing this? Commander in Chief this or that, you could at least hang out back with the high brass in relative saftey. Why?'' 
 
 `` How many Soldiers have we lost in this War already?'' 
 
 `` The latest figure I heard was one hundred ninety two, Mr. President Sir. ``, another Agent chimed in. 
 
 `` One hundred ninety two. ``, the President repeated sadly. `` If I ask the soldiers around me to offer their lives, how could I sleep at night if I was n't here with them.'' 
 
 `` Bullshit! ``, Christenson screamed. That was the straw that broke the camels back. `` You did n't even want this War! It was Congress that declared the War behind your back! If anything, it should be them, not you!'' 
 
 `` It is still my responsability. ``, he said calmly, looking at his wristwatch. 
 
 `` One Minute to go. Give out the Signal. ``, he said to some Soldier. ``, and if you want to go with me, prepare.'' 
 
 They did so. Then the Signal came. Christenson saw the President charge out of cover. He tried to catch up, but suddenly blood splattered at his face. The President was shot, and there was nothing Christenson could do. 
 
 Just two meters away from where they covered down together, he lay with a bullet wound square in his neck. He must have died immediatly. 
 
 `` Are you fucking kidding me?! ``, an Agent screamed. 
 
 `` Why? Why always the good? Why? ``, Christonson stammered, as he kneeled beside the corpse of the Person he should have protected with his life. Another Agent looked at him in confusion. 
 
 `` Why is it always the good that die young?'' 
 
 
 
 

