It’s early evening, and the president gets a phone call.  A consulate is under attack.  The president takes command and calls together generals, intelligence officials, secretary of state, and various other advisers.  He convenes an emergency meeting in the Situation Room, somewhere underneath the White House.  The president cancels the next day’s fundraisers, even though it’s an election year.  That’s not an important consideration at this time, there is an emergency and the president knows it’s his responsibility to deal with it and saves lives if at all possible.

There are monitors on the walls and maps with little lights on them.  The president is like Captain Kirk when the Enterprise is being attacked by Klingons.  He’s clearly in charge, right there on the bridge giving commands.  He knows what to do.  The president asks questions, listens to the answers.  Some of the answers disagree with each other, which is all right.  The president can sort it all out and come to the right decision.  The buck stops with him, and he knows it.  He understands the heavy responsibility of the office, and that any decisions made there that night cannot be political, they have to be what’s right for the country.  He’s not so conceited to believe that what’s right for the country is defined by what’s best for him politically.

After receiving briefings and finding out what military options are available, he makes a decision he feels is best, best being based on saving as many lives as possible.  He gives the orders, and prays his decisions are the correct ones.

Hey, you can’t blame a guy for fantasizing a bit, now can you?