I figured that it it were to happen, I would take my family outside and tell each one of them how much they mean to me and how much I love them.
I'd tell them that I'm not a religious man, but that if the stories are true...if they could save a seat for me and wait at the pearly gates.
I'd tell my son J that I was sorry that I couldn't keep my promise to protect him. I'd tell my son E that I was sorry that he would never see the sunlight again. I'd tell my wife that I always have and always will love her.
Then, I'd look up at the sky at the missle and whisper "Dad, I'm coming home."
Then, my wife would say, "That's C...a melodramatic fucker till the end."