Eric Flint: Grantville Gazette .Volume XXIII

Fischer strode forward and raised his mike to his lips, "I have seen a vision! I have seen seven hills of iron and wood cross the sea and circle a tower of blue flame. At the sight of this flame, armies of evil fled back to the far corners of the earth from whenst they had sprung."

Feeling the eyes of the congregation glued to him, and knowing that all over the coverage area of the Voice Of America broadcast, listeners were also hanging on to his every word, Fischer took a deep breath and punched out the rest of his message. "Brothers and sisters, the war is soon to be over! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!"

Bedlam broke out throughout the revival tent. Sister Jennifer seized the attention of the choir and started leading them in "Come Down, Angels."

"Come down, angels, trouble the waters

Come down, angels, trouble the waters

Come down, angels, trouble the waters

Let God's saints come in!"

"Well, I'll give it to the man. He sure knows how to lay it on the line." Martin got up to turn off the radio. "Now I understand why his following is what it is."

"Wasn't he wonderful?" Constanzia replied. She had been so worried that something would go wrong. That the wireless relay from Magdeburg would break down or something. "Do you think it's true? That the war will be over soon?"

"He's certainly positive, isn't he, Constanzia?" Laura smiled uncomfortably.

Martin paused, and then answered, "I don't know, little sister. But as my up-timer kids at school would say, he's got a fifty percent chance of having hit a home run. On the other hand, he's also got a fifty percent chance of having struck out in the bottom of the ninth."

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