My boss was on the phone on one side of her head to New Delhi, on the other side of her head to Islamabad. She kept saying, “Gentlemen, please, calm down, let's talk for a few minutes. What can a few minutes of your time mean to all your people? The course you are headed down could potentially destroy both your countries.” Then she would sit and listen for a moment and then again she would begin, “Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, talk with me for a moment. Talk with me, not each other just for a moment.” Then she would listen again and then she would start all over again. This went on and on and on for what seemed like an interminable time. And then wonderfully we got word from satellite photography over India and Pakistan the silo doors had closed. Thank God, I kept thinking. What in the hel
