Dear Commander,
If you are reading this letter, it must be assumed that the government and senior command are no more. Indeed, the very nation-state that was the United Kingdom has ceased to exist. These grand labels hide the human cost of the past few days. Millions are probably dead and in the weeks to come, further millions of our compatriots are destined to a slower death.
The logic of the nuclear deterrent would demand that your vessel must counter-strike to maximum effect. For else how else will the enemy be punished and our people avenged? Your crew is professional, highly trained and I have total confidence that you are all ready to perform whatever duties you are called to attend.
Forgive me Commander if I cannot advocate such a path. The cold logic of real politick must be set aside when we are dealing with the very viability of the human species.
It is possible that what has happened is but a small part in a greater conflagration that has already doomed all the peoples of the world to extinction. You must decide this on the evidence that is currently available. But in any case, I would not have you and your crew add fuel to the funeral pyre that humanity has created for itself.
My final request to you is thus: find a way of putting your nuclear weapons beyond any possible use. After this is done and if it comes to light that events are not as bleak as they seem to be now at home, then I call upon you to perform whatever service you still can for what is left of the United Kingdom. If all is lost there then seek safe haven for you and your crew, wherever that may be on the planet.
All prophesy is now vain but I will make one prediction nonetheless. If this be not the end of humanity then I foresee that future civilisation will recoil in horror at very thought of nuclear weapons. They shall never been built or used again.
I hope you and your crew will be among the first of that new civilisation.
Farewell and God speed,
Martin Veart.
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