Generations

"You managed to grow up without a war," Thea observed. "I keep forgetting."

Veronica stubbed out her cigarette. "Almost."

"Shit." She went over to the television, turned it a few degrees experimentally, saw still more of the same, turned it back.

"Does anything ever change?" Veronica wanted to know.

"Not if they can help it."

"That's what I thought you'd say."