"General, the Germans' bombardment has stopped," the secretary reported to General Marshall.
General Marshall nodded. "Prepare the car. We're going to the White House immediately."
"Yes, General." The secretary immediately went to make the arrangements.
Five minutes later, General Marshall left the Army General Staff in a Jeep, heading for the White House under the protection of several Jeeps and Trucks.
The roads in downtown Washington had already become pitted and cratered, with shell holes everywhere and scattered wreckage from collapsed buildings. The once bustling, broad streets had been completely transformed. There was not a single civilian on the streets; only the occasional soldier hurried past. From their faces, General Marshall could clearly see their numbness and despair. Evidently, everyone had utterly lost hope in this war.
More than ten minutes later, the convoy arrived at the White House. By then, the White House had also been completely destroyed. The building was battered beyond recognition, with ruins and broken walls as far as the eye could see.
Seeing this, General Marshall felt profound sorrow. Had the former world power really been reduced to this?
After his identity was checked, General Marshall entered the White House basement under the guidance of a White House staff member. President Roosevelt was now working there. Though the conditions could not compare with before, it was safer. At the very least, even when the Germans used heavy bombs to dive-bomb the White House, they had failed to destroy this place or threaten President Roosevelt's safety.
"Mr. President!" General Marshall saluted President Roosevelt.
Although many believed that the United States had fallen into such a state entirely because President Roosevelt had taken the wrong path in the beginning, General Marshall had never thought so. He still held President Roosevelt in great respect and admiration. He had