The malevolent mass, lying for decades deep within the silted bed, as above the landscape transforms beyond recognition. The original target, long since replaced with a combination of business and leisure. Discovered, like a dormant manatee, and lifted into the 21st century, before being sent back along some of the original nocturnal route into the capital. From a safe distance, a blast that closes another page, if not a chapter. A war that keeps on (involuntarily) giving.