(A fictional account. So far.)
He could have saved the world today. But he didn’t. He could have reached over and grabbed the hand of that officer sitting next to him, before he made the fatal move. But that’s not the kind of guy he was.
No, in fact he was just like that officer. A nice guy. He made no waves. He respected authority and did what he was told. He complied with the established order. He lived his life trying to be as normal and humdrum as possible, in his every thought and action.
He was very nice.
So when the order came down to launch the preemptive nuclear strike, and he saw that the officer sitting next to him was going to comply with that order, he froze. In his mind, just for a split-desperate-second, he grabbed the officer by the arm and wrestled him to the floor. And saved the world. And his family. And himself.
But he quickly rejected that thought and braced himself for inevitable annihilation. Because he was just too nice a guy to do anything else.
Just like all the other nice guys who responded to orders today without question, but instead with a “Yes sir” or “Yes ma’am”.
And that is how the world came to an end today. Not at the hands of bad guys.
But at the hands of nice guys.