The Prime Minister felt he might not live to see the end of the war!
Lately, he had clearly felt his physical strength and energy rapidly declining.
Yesterday afternoon, while listening to a staff report, he had merely felt that his eyes were a little dry. He closed them, intending to rest for a moment, but ended up falling asleep! That had absolutely never happened before!
He often felt physical exhaustion, mental fatigue, and all sorts of other things that made him acutely aware that he was "growing old."
His irregular lifestyle might have been one of the more important factors.
Just like tonight: after finishing all his work at ten, he had lain in bed and leaned back to read some documents, only to fall asleep.
Then, less than two hours later, the ringing telephone woke him, and he had to throw himself back into work.
He could sense that his body was extremely uncomfortable. His heart, or perhaps something else, was undergoing changes he could feel but did not understand! The doctors said there was nothing wrong with his heart, but he could feel that it no longer seemed as strong as it had been before!
Being woken just after falling asleep—especially after falling asleep while utterly exhausted—was bound to leave a person feeling awful all over.
He had to overcome all this because he was Gefra's Prime Minister. At the same time, he was deeply pessimistic. He felt his life rapidly slipping away.
When he picked up the phone, he forced himself to perk up again. He had to let people see his composure. Only then would they not panic.
"Mr. Truman, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late at night. I apologize for my actions!" His voice was gentle, and the remorse in his words