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Operation Blue Steel
Topic Started: Aug 15 2009, 07:23 PM (5,559 Views)
Neilyboy92
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The russians had ben rounded up they numbered 146. Sunray just got throught on the radio

"Bravo-One-Zero I need you to find me the highest ranked officer there to bring to HQ, Over"

"Ok who speaks Russian here lads!" Nick shouted Wilkes stood up "You have many uses dont you Wilkes, Get me their Highest officer"

Wilkes stood up "Кто удят ваш командующего офицер?" the russians let out a little laught

A man stood up and removed his helmet "You errr just aked who fish your Commanding Officer, I am майо́р sorry errr I am the Major you seek yes?"

The man had taken a bullet to the leg and was suffering for it

"Ok sit down" Nick said as he got on the raido "Sunray we have a Major here requiring medical attention over"


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"Bravo, this is Sunray. I'll have a chinook fly out and pick him up, stabilise him in the meantime. Over."
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"Roger that Sunray, Bravo-One-Zero out" Nick walked over to one of the field medics "Get him stable find an LZ for the Chinook get our wounded and dead ready to move" Nick sighed
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The chinook landed at Bravo's position and retrieved the Major who's situation was deteriorating rapidly and luckily they got him to the field hospital in time to remove the bullet from his leg and stop the bleeding completely. He was fed and given some linen hospital clothes, before being taken to a bed at the local civilian hospital which although heavily damaged, had space for him and better facilities for those in a stable condition. Colonel English arrived at the hospital later and found him asleep, with two armed guards watching over him.

"Is he alright?" English asked the first guard.

"Yes sir," he replied. "He's a little worse for wear but with a little more sleep and food he should be back to about normal health soon enough."

"Personal belongings?"

The guard handed the Colonel a plastic re-sealable bag.

"What we got here?"

"Family photo, silver cross, revolver but with strangely no ammunition in it, a sheet of paper with numbers on it and another piece of paper with an address in russian on it. Seems pretty strange that his superiors let him keep all this stuff with him," commented the guard thoughtfully.

"Yes, well thank you Corporal. You keep an eye on him and err make sure you let HQ know when he's back to health."

"Will do sir."

"Very good, carry on," said English and with that he headed back to base wondering about the strange belongings of the Russian major.


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Andersen watched the fires to the north.
It seemed like the russians hadnt only made an attack on Alfeld, but also Hannover to the north.
The big city would have been a nightmare for any commander, and the danish captain was glad to be in more open terrain.
Søren came up from the drivers hatch and looked at the orange glowing horizon with him.
"So. We have been in combat for a couple of days. And how long is the average war today?"
Karste, the gunner, looked from the top hatch
"Couple of months. Thats if you survive that long".
The last comment made everyone less comfortable and they didnt speak much.

The silence worried Andersen and he decided to go check up on 2nd Platoon at the bridge.
He left 1st Platoon on the outskirts of town, holding a perimeter. His second battle had been a large mess.
Poor communication between the Armour and Infantry, ment that Andersen had advanced with less support than hoped for, and he would probably also hear from his disobeyment of orders. Unless he was lucky enough that the colonel believed his "bad connection" comment.

2nd Platoon wasnt in all that bad a state.
All of their vehicles were more or less damaged, and they had suffered 2 casulties. But they could at least defend the bridge, from now until the war ended. That made the captain think again. How would this war end. Did he really believe that one side would surrender?
Did the Politicians? He just hoped that the end of the war would be a stalemate, and not a mushroom cloud.
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English stood on the roof, surveying Alfeld through his binoculars and as he beheld the site of destruction and carnage in the town below, he only wondered if this was how the war was to continue, a series of small battles, none of them really affecting the war, except the loss of life. He hoped his company commanders had not lost too many men in the defence of Alfeld. His men had fought well and he was proud of them, but he knew that it would require a much larger battlegroup to defend the town from any larger assault.

Suddenly, Captain Thompson appeared at his side.

"Sir, we have the casualty reports on the prisoners."

"Go on," said the Colonel, putting the binoculars away.

"37 of them have died overnight from their injuries and 24 more are requiring constant medical attention in our field hospitals. The other 85 are either not wounded or only small injuries which are not life threatening. The Major is fine and is recovering well, they say he'll be ready for you to visit later today and that he'll be able to walk soon."

"All seems to be fine then."

"Sir, can i ask a question?"

"Of course Captain.

"Why are we treating him so well?"

The Colonel sighed, he had been expecting the question.

"If you torture a man, deprive him of his basic needs, make him feel like death would be the best thing for him. He won't tell you anything, he'll resent you and your men, and it'll increase his resiliance to co-operating with you. However, if you talk to a man like a human being, try to understand what it is that drives him and what he wants from the future then you have a man willing to talk. Willing to say things so that he'll see his family again one day. You can torture a man all you want, but it doesn't mean he'll say something to make it stop. Its one of the greatest mysteries of the human mind, Captain. You can break a man's body, but its very difficult to break a man's mind."

Captain Thompson stood there for a minute, just staring into the distance as if he was considering what is CO had said and pondering its implications.

"Well I'm sure time will tell, sir. Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"Yes. Tell all the company commanders to get me their casualty lists with their comments on the operation as soon as possible, and tell them to include any equipment shortages or vehicle repairs. Ok?"

"Ok I'll get on it now," he replied and walked to the door that led downstairs, leaving English alone.

I'm surrounded by a war involving millions of people... Yet I feel so alone.
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"We've managed to get some basic details from our initial questioning but nothing more than you could probably find out by a background check of his credentials. We've got his name, unit and from that his family history. Unfortunately nothing more, sir" said Lieutenant Nicholls, who was part of the Army Intelligence Corps. He handed Colonel English the piece of paper with the relevant information.

"Thankyou Lieutenant, and you say he's fit for further questioning?"

"That is correct, sir. However, I would reccomend that we do some further questioning before you visit him."

The Colonel shook his head.

"No, I will see him now. Is that understood?"

"Understood perfectly sir," agreed the Lieutenant and he pushed open the door to the Major's hospital room and allowed the Colonel to go inside alone, shutting the door behind him. The Major sat up in his bed and watched the new arrival to his room with immense curiosity, his cobalt blue eyes fixed on the Colonel who sat down on a chair near the end of the bed. English studied the Major in return, a man in his late 30's he assumed although the thinning black hair would suggest an older man.

"Hello Major Makeyev, I am Colonel English," he said, offering a hand which the Major shook warily.

"You are commander who defends this town, no?"

"Yes that was me," the Colonel replied, knowing that his opposite was trying to get an idea of who he was dealing with.

"Ah. Your men fought well Colonel, we did not expect much defence but you managed to defeat three times the number of your own men. You are very brave commander not to have retreated."

"It was not an easy fight Major, your men fought to the death. Well except for when your men surrendered, but that was understandable... You were surrounded and had nowhere to go."

The Major laughed, but the laugh turned into a horrific cough.

"I do not think my commander would have said the same. Infact he would have had me shot," the Major grimaced. "I do not think that will happen now. One of your.. how do you say... yes artillery attacks destroyed the vehicle he was in. So were all the other high officers."

The Colonel saw that the Major held no remorse for his higher officers and was intrigued.

"Who was the commander who lead the assault?"

"Major General Bolgavek. A good man, but a terrible commander, only in his position because of his political friends. He led us into your trap with no proper aerial support and your forces out-manouvered us. We fell for your fake retreat and walked into the jaws of the wolf. I told the commander of our Battalion we should not follow and gain more reinforcements before launching our attack, but he was a stubborn man. He lost his life because of it."

The Colonel realised that he had this man talking freely now and all he had to do was keep asking questions.

"Tell me Major. How is it that only your company and another company survived our counter-attack?"

"Well There were five companies in our Battalion. My Colonel led 1st Company and was with 5th Company, which were both destroyed at the Northern bridge by your artillery and tanks. 2nd company was led by his.... errr deputy, Lieutenant Colonel Povarech and I led 3rd Company. 4th Company was destroyed by your attack helicopters and so we were the last of our force when you counter-attacked. Povarech was a great believer in the Motherland and he ordered that we do not retreat and hold our ground. The patriotic bastard would have killed us all!"

Makeyev was practically foaming at the mouth, his anger was so great.

"So what did you do?" Colonel English asked, although he had a feeling he already knew.

"I took out my revolver and I killed him. Then I killed his deputy, his political officer, his two intelligence officers and his signal officer. I assumed command of both the units, and ordered our retreat so that we may yet live. Unfortunately, you once again outsmarted us. Your helicopter infantry had blocked our escape and we were trapped, I knew I had no option but to surrender."

"You mean you killed your commanding officer and then tried to escape to your base?"

"Yes I did. You westerners would probably call me a coward and I say I was afraid to fight. Do not be afraid of saying so, I know what I did."

The Colonel just smiled.

"No Major, actually I think it was rather brave of you to disobey your command to save your men. I would have done the same to save my men."

"Thankyou Comrade. It appears you and I are not so different Commander English. It appears all the Party propaganda was not true," said the despairing Russian.

"Propaganda? About what?"

"They told us if we surrendered to your men that we would be shot or tortured. Is that not your... policy?"

"No Major, it certainly isn't. Though I imagine there may be a time in the future where other commanders may have no choice, but to do just that. I hope we never reach that point."

"I would drink to that, if I did not think the vodka would make me retch. I think though that we will be safe here as prisoners of your men."

English gasped inside. He knew the Major had just slipped up but he was too nostalgic to realise.

"Why will we be safe here?"

"I should not me telling you this but it does not matter now, I do not care who wins this war. Only that I one day return to see my dear son Dimitri. The Red Army is not concentrating on the South of Germany, our commanders are aiming to make a breakthrough in the North and then push on to invade Denmark from the South, so that they can gain naval superiority in the region. They know that NATO will not advance into the South leaving its Northern front exposed, and so the plan is for major advances in the North. These attacks on towns like here, are merely diversions, and yet my commanders told me I would help win the war. All I was doing was help fill holes in the ground with the bodies of young men."

"I understand Major. As someone once said, 'There are no winners in war. Only sides that suffer less than the others'. I'm afraid this war may be the same, but please carry on with what you were saying."

"Yes, as I was saying these attacks are not meant to cause any real damage, just to punish NATO resources. Even where we attacked from at Adenstedt is not as well defended as it should be and the only real town where we have a proper base is Lamspringe, if we lost Lamspringe then there would be a hole in our defences. It amazes me how our commanders can not see the bigger picture. Is that not their job? What is this madness called War."

English could have jumped for joy. Unknowingly, the Major had just divulged one of the greatest tactical secrets of the war and with abit of luck the Colonel could exploit this. If he got a few more details, he could possibly even do it without too many casualties. He pressed on.

"That is interesting. Lamspringe you say? How many men are stationed there?"

Just as the Major was about to start talking, Captain Thompson burst through the door, his brow furrowed with sweat as though he had been running.

"Sir, there is something I really need to speak to you about," he urged.

"Is it that important?"

He nodded franticly.

"Oh all right then," he said, turning to the Major. "I'm sorry Major, we will have to continue this later."

"Do not worry Colonel. I am not going anywhere," he joked.

Colonel English walked out the door and waited outside for the Captain.

"What is it?"

"He's here. General Rinehof is here."

"Oh shit."


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