An American and Soviet missile

 Nuclear war breaks out, and an American and Soviet ICBM meet one another high up in the atmosphere.

"Comrade missile," says the Soviet missile, "we're about to kill millions of people. Let us stop for a moment and have a drink."

The Soviet missile pulls out a bottle of the vodka, and they both put back a couple shots of it.

"Comrade missile," continues the Soviet missile, "from destruction comes new beginnings. Let's drink to that as well."

So, the two missiles throw back a few more shots.

"You know," points out the Soviet missile, "neither of us will make it in the end either. Let's have another drink, to us."

After finishing the bottle, the American missile says "I don't feel so good..."

"Don't worry, comrade missile, I'll walk you home."