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'The Longest Night' (Armageddon's Song Book 4)
Volume 4 of 5 in the series that goes even further than Tom Clancy's classic, in a truly global, world war.
The war in Europe has reached critical mass and it is a race between the Red Army and the newly arrived US and Canadian 4 Corps.
The winner owns Europe.
Just one last push by the New Warsaw Pact will clear away SACEUR's gambit and the last division standing between the Red Army and the Channel Ports. It is the Longest Night for everyone, and the last night for many.
'There was machine gun and tank fire with accompanying explosions from both the north and south.
A runner from 1 Section, along the canal tow path on the northern side of Autobahn 2, had arrived, his chinstrap for his helmet undone and hanging free. It was something many of the veterans of the Elbe were doing to distinguish themselves from the replacements from the UK. Baz was doing it too even though in hindsight it did seem a little childish. The runner informed him that there were enemy tanks on the airfield and the sapper’s section commander from 25 Regiment RE was preparing to blow the autobahn bridge. This titbit earned him a ‘it’s-news-to-me’ gesture to his questioning glance at the sappers sharing his GPMG gun pit. The two with him had wired up the pair of old narrow bridges that had once carried rail tracks, and 15 Platoon’s commander had the responsibility of ordering their destruction, but the decision to blow the autobahn bridge was solely for the OC of D Company to make.
“Has he got comms with Sunray 4?†Baz asked, using the OC’s generic callsign.
“Nope.â€
“Well remind him of four things; that firstly it’s not his call to make, secondly that as 4 Corps needs to cross here he may be doing the Reds a favour, and both thirdly and fourthly it’s not his call to make, so hang fire on that!â€
The runner started away but a thought occurred to Baz.
“Any infantry, or any sign of IFVs?â€
“No Corp’, just three tanks.â€
“How do they expect to take and hold a bridge with just tanks?â€
They both ducked instinctively as a tank’s main gun fired somewhere away to the south.
“Maybe they don’t think they need infantry, given as they seem to suddenly have a shit-load of tanks right on our doorstep, Corporal?†The runner then departed at a sprint back along the tow path, one hand on top of his helmet, holding it in place.
He had a point, Baz thought.
“Corporal Cotter!†a voice hailed from up on the 391’s elevated section, and Baz saw the speaker was one of the section commanders from 14 Platoon.â€
“What?†he shouted back.
“Company headquarters is on fire†the lance corporal shouted.
Well that about proves it, thought Baz, I'm dreaming that I am back at Brecon and if I just pinch myself this worst case scenario exercise will simply vanish. '
“Mister President, the Missile Defence Agency confirms a nuclear detonation in the ten megaton range, one minute ago.â€
The President was still looking at the speaker, hoping that this was some communications error and that Commander Willis would continue.
“My God, what do I do now? How do I respond to that?â€
The earlier heady feeling that all was going well following the report of the sinking of the Chinese ballistic missile submarine Xia, had evaporated.
“Henry?â€
The President looked for the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs but saw faces staring back at him, shocked and unbelieving despite the awful toll already racked up in the war, or they still stared at the wall speaker.
The incoming-call lights were still flashing on the telephones, and each of those calls was from an agency either with information for the people in the room, or they required information and instructions.
Terry Jones replaced the receiver he had been holding and clapped his hands, breaking the spell for some and having to raise his voice sharply to snap the others out of the unbelieving state they were in, back to the job at hand.
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