the president was embarrassed

A flicker.
The light dimmed, flashed, and blew out.
The words that had been scrolling down the screen disapeared. The script had died.
"...and this war-..." the president cut off, "...this war..."
Blood rushed to his head. He started breathing deeper, his body longing for oxygen and longing to disapear. His face turned red, red as the blood he was spilling. He had sent thousands to their bloody death and now, sitting in front of all his people, as he tried to explain his blunder, his guiding teleprompter died.