Semi-OT: Red Dawn fan fic

[Matt Wiser]

And the day goes on....


1435 Hours: 4th Guards Tank Army Headquarters, Harlingen, Texas.

General Suraykin stared at his operations map. So far, the 105th Guards Airborne had made use of the 41st Tank Regiment, and so far, they had done their job well. The Americans had been pushed back, and that gave the 105th time to regroup, absorb its new supplies-such as they were-and evacuate the division's wounded. The 52nd Tanks was also holding, along with the 6th Guards Motor-Rifle, but they, too would soon be in need of help, and Suraykin knew full well they wouldn't get any. On the right, 24th Tanks was in the same condition, but was still hanging on, if only just. And much to his disgust, he'd had to commit 38th Tanks to plug the gap at the Rio Grande Valley airport, and so far, they'd held off the 7th Armored Division's efforts-though the neighboring 28th Army wasn't faring so well. He turned to General Golikov, his chief of staff. oeIf 28th Army's left flank goes, we'll have to order 38th Tanks to pull back, otherwise...

oeOtherwise, Golikov finished for his general, oethey'll have an open flank, and we could be rolled up.

Suraykin nodded. oeExactly. All of our reserves are committed, and this is what I was afraid of.

Golikov looked at the map again. oeAs was I, Comrade General.

oeI know. And now, if someone goes, there's not much we can do about it, except fall back everywhere. And that means as we do pull back, we'll be exposed to American aircraft and attack helicopters. And they can turn an orderly withdrawal into a massacre. Suraykin reminded his chief of staff.

oeYes, Comrade General, agreed Golikov. oeWe've had several of those since 1987,

oeToo many, Suraykin said. oeNow, get all of our remaining nonessential rear-services troops. They've got small arms, but find whatever antitank weapons you can, and deploy them not just along the freeway, but behind 38th Tanks as well. It's not much, but there's little else left.

Golikov nodded. He knew full well that if it came to it, those rear-services troops would face American armor. And in all likelihood, they'd be brushed aside like so many flies. oeComrade General, if it comes to it, those men don't stand a chance.

oeI know, Golikov. I know. But we have no choice. Issue the order. Suraykin told the chief of staff.

oeImmediately, Comrade General.


1450 Hours: K-236, The Gulf of Mexico.


Captain Padorin checked the plot. Yes, the Americans were still there, and blocking the way to the coast. His sonarmen had counted not just one ASW group, but there appeared to be another, not to mention the escorts for the amphibious force that was keeping him from any rendezvous with whoever Moscow wanted evacuated. Padorn looked at Shelpin, who was serving as officer of the watch. oeI'm headed to sick bay to see about our guest. You have the con,

oeAye, Comrade Captain, Shelpin replied. As he left, Padorin thought, he may be KGB, but he's a born submariner. Padorin went to sick bay, not far from the CCP, and found the boat's medical officer coming out of his small treatment room (a cubicle would have been a more apt description). oeDoctor

oeHe's going to be fine. A dislocated shoulder from his ejection, and some facial lacerations, but other than that, he's in good shape. Captain 3rd Rank Pavel Noskov said.

oeCan I visit him Padorin asked. oeI'd like to know what happened.

oeOf course, Comrade Captain. Noskov said. He took the captain into the small treatment room, where a corpsman was cleaning up. The pilot was still sitting on the examination table. oeMajor.

oeDoctor. Major Volkov said. Then he noticed the other officer. oeAnd you are

oeI'm Captain Padorin. Welcome aboard K-236. he said, putting out his hand. oeMajor...

oeVolkov, 159th IAP. Thank you, Comrade Captain, Volkov said. oeGlad you were here. I thought I was shark bait for sure.

oeAnything to help our Air Force comrades, Padorin said. oeWhat happened

oeI was escorting transports into Brownsville. American carrier-based fighters jumped us. All four fighters-and six of eight transports, went down. Volkov recounted.

oeDid any others bail out Padorin asked.

oeNo, Comrade Captain. I was the only one, Volkov said.

Padorin nodded sympathetically. oeI wish we could go after the carriers, but we have another mission.

oeWe all have our missions, Comrade Captain. replied Volkov. oeIs there any way to report on that massacre I saw

oeLater tonight, we'll be able to listen for messages again, and send any out. I'll appreciate anything you have.

oeThank you, Comrade Captain. Hope you don't mind having a passenger for a while.


1500 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.


Marshal Alekseyev went to the phone. It was time for another conference call with the Defense Council in Moscow. And he knew that this time, it might just be the last. Malinsky had informed him of the need to put all nonessential rear-services troops in as ad hoc infantry, and Alekseyev had agreed. He'd ordered the same thing for those under his own command to be prepared on one hours' notice to be sent to the front. But there had been a little bit of good news, as the Air Force had increased its activity: not only were there more ground-attack aircraft, but also fighters from Mexican fields to assist in covering the airlift. So far, they'd helped out, but it wasn't enough. His own Air Force commander had told Alekseyev that he was running low on serviceable aircraft, and though there were pilots available, there weren't enough. And General Dudorov had even benefited: several MiG-25R missions had been flown over the front, and he'd had his first aerial photographs in days-though they had been air-dropped in. Now, the Defense Council was waiting on his report. oeComrade Marshal, the call has gone through: the Defense Council is on the line, his communications man said.

oeMarshal, are you there General Secretary Chibrikov asked.

oeI am, Comrade General Secretary, Alekseyev replied.

oeGood. How goes it today

oeSo far, Comrade General Secretary, we're holding. Though we've had an enemy penetration to the east-at the Rio Grande Valley Airport in Harlingen, it's been contained. For the moment, that is. Alekseyev reported.

oeHow bad was the penetration Marshal Akhromayev asked. He already knew from a call that General Chibisov had taken, briefing him on the day's developments.

oeSo far, it's manageable, Comrade Minister. However, the losses were serious: both the 120th Guards Motor-Rifles and 20th Tank Divisions were destroyed, for all intents and purposes. The 28th Army has taken a beating, as has 4th Guards Tank Army. Alekseyev said.

There was silence on the other end. The members of the council were digesting the news that one of the Soviet Army's premier divisions had been destroyed. oeAre you sure, Comrade MarshalChibrikov asked.

oeComrade General Secretary, so far, there's nothing from any sub-unit of the 120th. The Rogachev Guards has given everything they had in their duty to the Rodina. Alekseyev said gravely.

oeI see. Their sacrifices will be long remembered, Chibrikov said.

Then another and familiar voice came on the line. oeMarshal, this is Chairman Kosov.

oeYes, Comrade Chairman

oeI would like to know when the Hall government will be leaving. They want to get to Moscow eventually, even if their first stop is Havana. the KGB Chairman reminded Alekseyev.

oeComrade Chairman, Alekseyev said, choosing his words carefully. oePresident Hall and his cabinet have not left, but their advance echelon has. About half of their staff has left this afternoon, and should be arriving in Cuba later today or this evening.

oeGood, Marshal. That's very good news indeed. When will the rest leave Kosov asked.

oeComrade Chairman, as you know, the airlift stops at dusk, Alekseyev reminded his listeners. oeThey'll likely leave in the morning.

oeThank you, Marshal. Foreign Minister Tumansky will be pleased as well to hear this. Kosov said.

Marshal Akhromayev spoke up next. oeWhat about the American amphibious threat The GRU says there's a strong amphibious force in the Gulf.

oeComrade Marshal, they've already shown themselves. There has been shore bombardment, even by battleship guns, and a U.S. Marine helicopter assault has seized Brazos Island, Alekseyev reported. oeThey probably won't land today, but if they do, it'll be tomorrow sometime.

oeAnd your plans if they do land Akhromayev asked.

oeI've positioned the last reserves available: 76th Guards Air Assault Division and 47th Tank Brigade. They're waiting outside the range of naval gunfire, and will meet the enemy in a meeting engagement when they do land. Any landing can be contained in that case, Alekseyev said.

oeGood, Marshal, the Defense Minister replied.

oeThere's one thing, however, that can finish us, and quickly. Alekseyev said.

Chibrikov cut in. oeAnd that is, Marshal

oeIf, and I do mean if, the Americans coordinate an airborne or heliborne assault in coordination with the Marine landing or landings. If they do that, no matter what happens elsewhere, we're finished. And Comrade General Secretary, there's no way around that. Alekseyev said.

Pugo, the MVD chief, chimed in. oeAnd why haven't they done that

oeComrade Minister, it could be that they're saving the 82nd Airborne and 101st Air Assault Divisions for urban combat-here in Brownsville, and across the border in cities like Matamoros or Reynosa, Alekseyev said. oeHowever, it could be that General Powell is reluctant to risk the lives of two elite U.S. Army divisions in a risky operation. If Schwartzkopf was in command, he'd be more willing to do so.

oeYou mean Powell may be saving those divisions for an invasion of Mexico Kosov asked.

oeThat is correct. Alekseyev commented.

oeMarshal, you will continue to fight, and fight. When enough ships are assembled in Cuba, the Navy will mount one supreme effort to supply you fully. And they will do so over the winter as well. In the spring, our armies in Canada will push south, and they will, I am sure, bring about final victory. We won't bother you any further today. You have a battle to fight and win. Good luck, and with that, and without waiting for a response from Alekseyev, the connection was ended.

oeFinal victory...More useless blather. Alekseyev commented.

oeWhy do I feel like it's 1945 Chibisov asked. oeOnly this time, we're the Germans with a leader who refuses to see what's happening.

oeNot just the General Secretary, Colonel Sergetov commented. oeFrom what my father has said, it's the bulk of the Defense Council and most of the full Politburo members. Only the Defense Minister and the Minister of Agriculture-who sits on the full Politburo, see reason.

Alekseyev thought for a moment. oeAnd these are the people who got us into this mess! Sorokin will have his hands full when he gets to Moscow.


1520 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, along U.S. 281.


oeComrade Colonel, Herrera's chief of staff said, oeThey're coming.

Herrera nodded, and put his head out the top hatch of his command BTR. He scanned the horizon with binoculars, looking north along the highway, and he could see the lead American vehicles coming. Scout versions of the Bradley in front, with armor and more Bradleys behind. And there were helicopters up as well. So far, they were the OH-58 scouts, not the dreaded Cobras or Apaches. And it had been Cobras that had knocked out over two dozen vehicles from the Regiment earlier in the day.

He'd deployed his forces the best he could, and the Mexicans had eagerly set up their part of the defense. Herrera had also sent a platoon of T-55s to assist one of the Mexican battalions, though they were not under the Mexicans' command. The two Soviet air-assault battalion groups were also dug in, but they were ready to withdraw quickly should the need arise. oeNo heroics, Herrera had told their commanders, and they understood. He'd also said the same thing to his own regiment's officers, and he hoped they understood.

In the American force, Captain Kozak watched from her Bradley as the battalion's scouts moved along the road. Highway 281 was a mess, and she'd heard that engineers from the division were coming to at least get the road somewhat serviceable; if it was going to support heavy traffic in the drive south, the road had better be in somewhat decent shape. Now, she was traversing her Bradley turret right and left, searching for targets. This close to the river, there was enough brush to give any ambushers cover. And this time, she'd put her company team into a Tanks lead formation: tanks in front, Bradleys behind. But her Bradley was just behind the tanks, along with the Company XO's Bradley. Then she saw it. One of the scout tracks sprayed 25-mm fire into some brush, and a vehicle exploded. Then a scout helicopter fired a missile into another bush, and another vehicle blew up. oeContact right! the scouts called. And heavy, but inaccurate, fire came from the direction of the river. She called for artillery, and also for some air support, and the artillery fired promptly, dumping HE, WP, and ICM rounds on the enemy position. And a pair of Air Force A-7s responded to the call for air support, dumping 500-pound bombs and strafing. Only after the fire lifted and the A-7s pulled away did she move her force on ahead.

Colonel Herrera watched it all. The Mexicans, instead of waiting for the American main force to enter the kill zone, had fired on the scouts. And the Americans responded promptly. He watched as M-60A4 tanks blasted Mexican positions, while Bradley fighting vehicles covered them. The lead Mexican battalion made its stand, and even tried to counterattack, as several T-54s came out, but they were soon dealt with. The other Mexican battalion, positioned further along the road, but on the east side of the highway, was content to wait. They would not have long, Herrera knew.

oeGood Lord, Captain! Kozak's gunner said. oeThose were antiques.

oeThose T-54s and old BTRs you mean Kozak replied.

oeYeah, L-T. But those guys charged us like they was on somethin', if you know what I mean, Ma'am.

Kozak nodded. oeRemember this, Sergeant: If it can still kill you, it ain't obsolete. Just as she said that, a crash-boom sounded. A antitank shell hit one of her tanks, and the explosion simply scratched the paint on the turret. The tank traversed right, found the offending gun, and snuffed it out with a single fiery blast from its 105-mm gun. oeThat, though, was obsolete. she remarked, referring to the antitank gun. And she traversed the turret again, surveying the battlefield. Burning Mexican vehicles, T-54s, BTRs, and trucks, along with knocked-out guns and dead Mexican bodies, littered the scene. And something in her said that there was another such fight coming. oeAll units, continue the attack. Be careful, though: there's more of 'em up ahead.

[Matt Wiser]

Some more:


1540 Hours: 105th Guards Air Assault Division, Harlingen, Texas.

Major Sefrim Butakov crouched down, below a window. He'd taken command of the regiment defending the actual highway junction after Colonel Romanenko had been critically wounded. The desantniki had fought hard, and had given ground only when necessary. They'd been forced back, no matter how hard they tried, and at times, the fighting had been room to room, and even hand-to-hand. Only the appearance of Soviet tanks from the south had decided the issue for the time being. But American snipers were still active, and one of them not only had wounded the Colonel, but had shot dead the Zampolit, the regiment's chief of staff, and had also killed two radio operators.

Now, the 41st Tank Regiment had arrived, and had brought some supplies-oh, not all they needed, but enough to last the rest of the day, and maybe a little longer. And they'd enabled the wounded to be evacuated, and as the wounded were loaded aboard the trucks, little groups of desantniki bade their Colonel farewell. The Regiment's surgeon had come to Butakov and told him that the wound was more than likely fatal, and it was only a matter of time. He'd said goodbye himself, and the colonel, unconscious due to his head wound, was then taken south. More than enough good Russians had died in this war, and now their colonel-who had led the regiment through thick and thin, was gone.

Butakov's new deputy, who'd been commanding the First Battalion, crawled up to him. oeComrade Major, the tankers need to talk to you.

oeAll right, let's go. Butakov said. And the two airborne officers crawled out of the rubble that had been a drive-through restaurant before the war, and made their way to where Colonel Chesnikov had parked his own regimental command group. oeYes, Comrade Colonel Butakov asked.

oeI've sent my regiment's reconnaissance company out just now. What are we facing Chesnikov asked.

oeSo far, it's the 29th Light Infantry Division. Though there's some armor-and we don't know who they're from, replied Butakov.

oeAll right. I've got my tanks deployed to give your paratroopers the most support they can, and regiment's artillery is set up to give direct fire if they have to. Chesnikov said. oeAnd my motor-rifle troops are set just to the south of the junction.

Butakov digested the news. Good, he thought. But that means something else. oeComrade Colonel, there's likely going to be American helicopter gunships before too long: and not just Cobras. Those Apaches have been giving us trouble since we got here.

oeI've got regimental air defense setting up now, Chesnikov replied. oeThat should make them sit up and take notice.

For now, Butakov thought. oeThank you, Comrade Colonel. Now we'll give it to them. They won't get this junction if we have anything to say about it.

oeGood. And my Second battalion is set up to be a counterattack force: we're likely going to need one. Chesnikov said.

The two officers looked to the north. It was quiet for now, but they knew it wouldn't last. oeThey'll be back. And if they don't know about the armor, they will shortly. Then we're in for a long night, Butakov commented.


1605 Hours: 4th Guards Tank Army Headquarters, Harlingen, Texas.

General Suraykin stepped outside for some air. It had been the first time since his headquarters had set up in these warehouses that he'd actually gotten some fresh air-a trip to the front notwithstanding. And the view of the freeway in front of him was not a good one, though. Wrecked Soviet vehicles, from tanks to trucks, littered the road, victims of American aircraft or helicopter gunships. It wasn't just wrecked vehicles littering the road, but bodies as well; the medics hadn't had time to collect the dead, only those whom they had a chance of saving, and he could smell it, even from this distance away. If only those Party bosses who'd started this war could see this, they'd call it a day and end this madness, he thought. Then his chief of staff, Golikov, came up. And he knew his brief sojurn outside was likely over. oeWhat is it, Golikov

oeComrade General, some good news for a change. The 105th Guards Airborne reports that the Americans have halted. It appears they've paused to regroup. Golikov reported.

oeDid they Suraykin asked. oeIf so, it won't be for long.

oeThat's probably true, Comrade General, Golikov said. He took a look at the scene on the highway and shook his head. oeA first-class mess we're in, Comrade General.

oeAt least, Golikov. At least, Suraykin said. oeI'd love to have some of those who thought this war was a great idea to have a look at this. We've made so many mistakes in this, and the last one is not finding a way out.

oeYes, Comrade General, Golikov said. oeIt's easy to start a war, but hard to stop one-unless you win outright.

Suraykin nodded. oeAnything from 38th Tanks

oeThey've reported in: so far, the Americans are not following up on the destruction of 20th Tanks and the Rogachev Guards, Golikov reported.

Suraykin turned. oeLet's look at the map, and see what's happening.

Golikov nodded, and both officers went back inside. They went to the operations map, and found 38th Tanks' positions south of the Rio Grande Valley airport. oePerhaps 7th Armored has to regroup, Comrade General.

oeThat's very likely, Golikov. Suraykin said. oeLook at it from his perspective: he's just eaten two of our divisions for breakfast and lunch, and spat out what he couldn't. Now he has to resupply his division's main force, and then get moving again.

Golikov looked at the map. oeAnd when he does....

oeHe'll meet 38th Tanks. Tell the Air Force: half of all sorties to the area around the airport. The rest go in support of the 105th Guards Airborne and 52nd Tanks: they'll have to split what's left. Suraykin told Golikov.

oeRight away, Comrade General.


1615 Hours: 175th Naval Infantry Brigade, South Padre Island, Texas.

Major Lazarev watched in amazement, along with many of his officers and men. Here was something they'd only seen in history books-when the Soviets had taught the Pacific War in their academies.. Four battleships, steaming up and down the coastline, in full view of the defenses, and knowing full well there was nothing left on shore that could so much as scratch the paint on any of them. One of them looked like it mounted cruise missiles along with its guns, but the other three looked like they'd stepped out of a book, with plenty of guns besides their heavy forty-centimeter weapons. He went to find Captain Lieutenant Kamarov, and found him at his observation point on the fifth floor of the headquarters building. oeFor what it's worth, Kamarov, what are those ships

Kamarov was checking his recognition manual, then occasionally glancing through his spotting glasses. oeDo you really want to know he asked.

oeOne could say that, yes, Lazarev said.

oeRight. The lead battleship is Iowa. She's the one mounting the cruise missiles-if you'll take a look, Comrade Major, you can see the armored box launchers for Tomahawk missiles amidships.

oeI'll take your word for it. What are the other three Lazarev demanded.

oeThe second one is her sister ship Wisconsin. She hasn't yet had the full modernization work done to her, otherwise she'd have the same missile armament as her sister ships-which are not here: Missouri and New Jersey. Next is Massachusetts, a former museum ship, and last in line is North Carolina, also a former museum ship. The Americans must have put a lot of effort into reactivating those ships-and so far, they've proven deadly in shore bombardment, Kamarov replied.

oeThat must have been the gunfire we heard and saw last night asked Lazarev.

Kamarov checked his glasses again, and answered as he did so. oeNo doubt, it was, Major. Someone caught hell from those ships, and I'm glad it wasn't us.

Lazarev peered through his binoculars. oeI'm not arguing that, but what are they doing

oeProbably proving an old adage: 'showing the flag'. And by doing that, they are telling us those ships can go anywhere along the coast they want, at anytime, and do whatever they wish to do. This time, they don't want to fire a shot. That will come later. But somewhere, they will announce their presence. And someone will find out what those heavy-caliber shells can do, Kamarov said.

Lazarev took another look. oeAnd where's that cruiser The one that shelled us

oeProbably on a bombardment mission elsewhere, or if the fools back in Cuba sent another convoy, she might be ripping that up, said the destroyer officer. oeMaybe she had to break off and refuel.

Lazarev sighed. If those ships decided to open up, his brigade and its attached units didn't stand a chance. He left and went down to his command post. There, he called Admiral Gordikov. And the Admiral didn't like what Lazarev told him.


1640 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, along U.S. 281, West of Rangerville, Texas.

The sound of artillery fire resonated along the east side of U.S. 281. Colonel Herrera and his staff watched as American shells ripped a path along where Herrera had deployed his other Mexican battalion group, and everyone knew the Mexicans were in for it. He also knew that the American commander, whoever he or she-he'd heard there were women commanding units of battalion size now-was, wasn't taking any chances. Again, HE, WP, and the dreaded ICM rounds were falling in quantity on the Mexican position, and there wasn't much he could do about it. He had no counter-battery radar of his own, and thus had no way to silence the American guns. oeAll right. Tell the Soviets to take their anti-armor shots when they can, and once they've fired one or two rounds, they're to fall back as previously directed.

His operations officer nodded, and relayed the order. oeMajor Murayev acknowledges the order, Comrade Colonel,

oeGood, Herrera said just as the fire lifted. oeNow watch, Comrades.

The staff watched as two flights of American aircraft, what looked like A-4 Skyhawks and A-7 Corsairs, bombed and strafed the Mexican position. Once the aircraft had expended their ordnance, only then did the Americans advance. oeJust as we did, back in 1985, Comrade Colonel, the Chief of Staff commented.

Herrera nodded. oeYes, just as in those days. Only we weren't that concerned about our own casualties. The Americans, though, unless necessary, never regard their soldiers as expendable. They've adopted the adage, 'Ammunition is cheaper than human life.' And they've done it often enough-to our sorrow.

The chief nodded. Then he got a message. oeComrade Colonel, First Battalion reports: M-60A4 tanks and Bradley fighting vehicles approaching the Mexican line. Company strength at least.

Herrera nodded again. He turned to his regimental artillery officer. oeWhen the Americans get in contact with the Mexicans, get a fire mission on them. Fire, then move. Fire, then move. Do it for ten minutes. Then fall back; we'll cover you.

The artillery chief nodded, and relayed the order to the gunners. oeReady at your command, Comrade Colonel.

In her Bradley, Captain Nancy Kozak watched as her platoons advanced. They had left the previous Mexican position for Delta Company to mop up-they were pure Bradley-and now, her Team was continuing the advance. The battalion commander had decided to mount a reconnaissance by fire, and had called in artillery and air strikes on any likely ambush position, and the fireballs set off by the shelling and the air strikes indicated some enemy up ahead. So she'd told her platoon leaders, oeDon't wait for my order. If you see enemy, fire first, report later. And sure enough, just as the Team was moving close to where the artillery and air had concentrated, one of her tank platoons opened fire. And a T-54 tank exploded right after. Then a hail of small-arms and heavy weapons fire erupted.

Colonel Herrera watched as the Americans opened fire first. He nodded to his artillery officer. oeNow.
And almost immediately, 122-mm shells were falling.

As the Cuban shells landed, Kozak yelled into the radio, oeKeep moving! Don't stop, just keep moving! And her platoons acknowledged, moving forward and firing as they did so. Mexican vehicles exploded, and infantry tried charging the American tanks and Bradley vehicles, trying to get shots with RPGs. The would-be RPG gunners died to a man, and tank fire also destroyed the B-11 recoilless rifle positions, and the battery of ZIS-3 guns. In a few minutes, they'd advanced past the artillery fire, and through the Mexican position. Most of the Mexicans died fighting, but a few came out of their holes to surrender. Kozak's people had no time for prisoners, so the Mexicans were simply pointed north, told to walk down the highway, and other Americans would collect them. To Kozak's surprise, a Mexican officer nodded, gathered the remaining Mexican soldiers, and marched them north. Her gunner commented, oeToo bad they're not all like that, L-T.

oeI know. Still, we've got a ways to go before Brownsville. We've got it easy: Harlingen's proving a tough nut to crack. Kozak said.

oeWho's fightin' us there asked the gunner.

oeSoviet airborne.

The gunner didn't respond. He didn't need to. Everyone knew how tough those Soviet airborne troopers were, and wherever one found them, a hard, tough fight was always expected. oeWell, L-T, looks like we've got...Missile! Missile at 11 O'Clock!

The Metis (AT-7 Saxhorn) missile missed her Bradley, and plowed into the FIST track, exploding it, and everyone inside, in a fireball. Then another missile came out, and hit the front drive sprocket of one of her tanks, blowing it off, and wrecking the track. The First Sergeant, who saw it, immediately called for an M-88 recovery vehicle, while other tanks sprayed machine-gun fire where the missiles had come from. oeWhere'd they come from The driver asked.

oeNo idea, Terri, Kozak replied. She got on the battalion net and asked for an ICM mission where the missiles had come from. It came almost immediately, but she had no way of knowing if any of the missile gunners had been taken out. She looked to the rear, and saw the burning FIST track; five good people gone, she knew. But she saw the Humvee with the Air Force ETAC (Enlisted Tactical Air Controller) following behind, and she knew that she could go through him if necessary to get air strikes.

Colonel Herrera noted things with satisfaction. The Mexicans had been shattered, true, but the Americans had paused, and they'd be busy for a few minutes-maybe even a half-hour, getting things back in order. It was enough. And Major Murayev had checked in. One of his missile teams had been caught by tank fire and wiped out, but the rest of his men had escaped. It had been a mixed day, but right now, though he knew things would end sooner or later, he'd been doing what the general had told him to do. Delay. And as long as he was able, he'd do just that. oeAll units. Fall back to position Echo.

[Matt Wiser]

And the campaign keeps going:


1700 Hours: Gulf Front Headquarters, San Benito Community College.


General Malinsky noted the updates on the map. Right now, the Americans were regrouping, and preparing for the next round. He'd just had an update from General Suraykin: the 105th Guards, though badly handled, was still holding, and the 41st Tank Regiment had reinforced the paratroopers. Though the real problem at the moment was the situation around the Rio Grande Valley Airport, where the 20th Tank Division's destruction-and that of 28th Army's 120th GMRD-had opened up a serious gap in both armies. So far, the Soviets were holding, though both 4th GTA and 28th Army had committed their final reserves, and if a new fire got started, there wouldn't be much around to put it out. Then Isakov came over. oeIsakov, you have something

oeYes, Comrade General. There's a developing situation on the left flank. Both 3rd Shock and 8th Guards are in the same position as 4th Guards Tank and 28th Armies: the Americans have hit at the boundary between both. Both VIII and XII Corps have mounted a joint attack, and right now, there's not much either army can do at the moment.

oeLet me guess: all reserves committed Malinsky asked.

oeThat is so, Comrade General, Isakov replied.

Malinsky checked the map again. oeBoth will have to fall back, and hopefully, by doing so, they can shorten their lines and pull units off the front, and thus reconstitute a reserve, he noted.

oeI'm afraid so, Comrade General. That has consequences for the Cuban 2nd Army on our extreme left, it should be noted, Isakov reminded his front commander.

oeThat's obvious: look at 49th Armored Division's attack down Highway 281. If the Cubans pull back, and do so without it becoming a rout, we still have the highway. If not....it may not be a motorway like the 77-83 is, but still...it'd be a straight run to Brownsville if the Cuban defense folds. Malinsky said, gesturing at the map.

oeThe Cubans are still giving ground grudgingly, Comrade General, and that's not likely to change, Isakov observed.

oeStill....we'll have to shorten out lines there and consolidate. With no Front level reserves, there's no other choice.

oeUnderstood, Comrade General. Isakov said.

oeNotify Marshal Alekseyev, and then get in touch with all army commanders. See if we can't get this done without the Americans noticing too much. If they do...they'll have so many aircraft and helicopters overhead and they'd turn an orderly withdrawal into a massacre. Malinsky reminded his chief of staff.

oeI'll notify the air force, Comrade General. Hopefully, they can cover the withdrawal.


1715 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport:


General Petrov scanned the sky with his binoculars, waiting for the next inbound transports. He'd heard from General Lukin, on the satellite phone from Monterrey, and things there were still in flux. A big problem on that end was similar to what had been happening in Cuba, namely, supplies being loaded willy-nilly aboard aircraft without anyone checking to see if the cargo was what the pocket needed. Lukin himself had ordered useless items removed, and more food, ammunition, and medical supplies loaded. And when a political officer tried to upbraid Lukin, Lukin had put Petrov on the phone-and Petrov gave the Zampolit a blast of invective that shut the man up. Now, Petrov had some second thoughts: maybe I should have sent Lukin to Monterrey or Havana, to take charge at the supply hubs. Too late now, he knew. He turned to his air-operations officer. oeWhat's the ETA on the latest transport stream

oeEight aircraft with escorts are due at 1740, Comrade General, the man replied. oeThere were twelve, but one turned back with engine trouble, and three were...intercepted en route.

oeShot down, you mean, Petrov said.

oeYes, Comrade General.

Well, Petrov thought. This afternoon was shaping up to be a decent one. The latest group had come up from Mexico, and to his surprise, even included two Libyan aircraft. One was an Il-76, belonging to Libyan airlines, the other was a Libyan Air Force C-130! He'd had a laugh at that: The Libyans had ordered sixteen of the Lockheed transports in the 1970s, and had paid $100 million for the aircraft. Eight had been delivered before an embargo had been slapped on the North African country, and the other eight impounded at the Lockheed factory in Georgia. Now, he'd bet, those eight had been seized and were now flying in USAF markings, no doubt. But he did appreciate the irony. But the transports coming in from Cuba, though, that was different: fifty percent weren't making it. oeAll right, just get everything ready. Get those planes unloaded fast, get their passengers aboard, and get them out. We've got an hour and a half of daylight left, so let's make full use of it.

The operations man nodded. oeYes, Comrade General. Passenger priority he asked.

oeWounded if at all possible, then specialists. If we're getting passenger aircraft, then it's the reverse. Petrov said.

The operations officer nodded and went off to relay the order. Petrov resumed scanning the sky, and, to his surprise, spotted two An-2s coming in. Whoever was flying them certainly had guts, he thought. Both biplanes came in and landed, and he saw that both had Cuban markings. He went over to see the pilots. oeWhere are you from

oeMonterrey, Comrade General, via Villa Hermosa, the lead pilot replied. oeWe've brought some supplies-not much, but it's things like medicine in my aircraft, and bottled water in the other.

Petrov nodded. One good load, and one...questionable. oeWhere did the water come from

oeCuba, Comrade General, the second pilot replied.

oeGood. At least we won't have to worry about Montezeuma's Revenge with that load, Petrov said, and everyone around laughed. He smiled at that: there hadn't been much of that. oeYou men, he motioned to some ground crew, oeGet these two unloaded immediately!

The ground crewmen went to work with a will, and soon, both biplanes were unloaded. oeHow many can you take out Petrov asked.

oeTwelve in each, the lead pilot said.

Petrov looked over at the passenger area. He went over to where an officer was checking passes. oeI want twelve on the specialist list, and twelve walking wounded to those An-2s, Now.

oeImmediately, Comrade General! the man said. And very quickly, both groups were in the aircraft. oeGet to Monterrey as quick as you can, and then get back in the morning. I know you won't make it back before dark. Petrov said to the Cuban pilots.

oeWe will, Comrade General. and both pilots went and mounted their aircraft. Both An-2s gunned their engines, and were in the air. Petrov watched as both headed southwest, and to safety. As they did so, he noticed an An-22 coming in from the east, with no escort. As the plane came in, he saw a pair of fighters approach it, then a missile launch. The An-22's pilot apparently never saw the missile, for it struck between the two port engines, and the explosion blew the wing off between the engines. The big plane spun to the left, with the port wing shredded and ablaze, and then crashed to the east of the field. A huge fireball erupted on impact, and the two American fighters orbited briefly to check their kill, then flew off.


1725 Hours: Cuban 2nd Army Headquarters


General Perez looked at the message form. About time, he thought. Front Headquarters had ordered a gradual withdrawal, and his forces would pull back. He turned to his chief of staff, wondering how they'd be able to do this with all the American air activity overhead. oeLuis, we're to pull back. Send an advance party to the Rangerville area, and find a suitable location for Army Headquarters.

oeRight away, Comrade General, the chief replied. oeAnd where will the main body of the Army fall back to

oeOur left flank is the Rio Grande. The right flank-where 3rd Shock Army will be, is the Arroyo Colorado. Take a straight line from the F.M. 3067-F.M. 800 junction: that's where our line will be. Perez said.

The chief did so. oeNot much in the way of roads there, Comrade General, and most of what there is not in good shape, the man pointed out.

oeI know. The Americans aren't giving us any choice, Perez said. oeNow, how is the 214th doing along Highway 281

oeSo far, they're delaying the Americans, a minor skirmish here, an ambush there, though they did lose the ribbon bridge at the end of F.M. 506, the chief replied.

oeThat was to be expected. Did the engineers save the bridge segments, or did they have to destroy the bridge Perez asked.

oeThat, Comrade General, I have no information. Other than that the enemy did not get the bridge intact.

oeGood. Not the place I'd put a bridgehead into Mexico if I was on the other side, but if the chance came up.... Perez' voice trailed off.

The chief nodded. oeQuite so, Comrade General. We've also gotten this: the latest weather report.

oeAnd

oeNo change, Comrade General. No storms in the Caribbean or the Gulf of Mexico-nothing that could grow into something major.

oeAnd clear weather means enemy aircraft will be very active, Luis. Wonderful. Perez said. oeAll right, inform the divisional commanders, and let's do this.


1740 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.


Admiral Gordikov came into the operations room. He knew that things from a naval perspective were just about finished, and what he would be reporting would only add to that. With total naval supremacy in the Gulf, the Americans could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and to whomever they wanted. Though if he'd been in command on the other side, he would have had his battleships shell South Padre Island, even if it was just a demonstration shoot. It would have reminded the Soviets of the fury that could descend upon them at any time, and that there was nothing the Soviets could do about it. He found both Marshal Alekseyev and General Chibisov. oeComrade Marshal, General,

Alekseyev turned. oeYes, Admiral

oeComrade Marshal, I've just gotten this in from South Padre Island. Four battleships were spotted just offshore, out of range of our coastal defenses, not an hour and a half ago. Gordikov reported.

oeDid they bombard the island Alekseyev asked.

oeNo, Comrade Marshal, they did not.

oeWhy would they not shell the island Chibisov wondered.

oeI doubt it was for lack of ammunition, Comrades, Gordikov said. oeThough I believe it was simply a demonstration. They were saying, 'We're here, we're going to shell you whenever we please, and there's nothing you can do about it.'

Alekseyev noted the island. And the Boca Chica area east of Brownsville. That, too, was threatened with an amphibious landing. oeAnd nothing so far from here he said, pointing to Boca Chica on the map.

oeNothing so far, Comrade General. Gordikov admitted.

Chibisov asked, oeWhat about that submarine, the one you've previously mentioned

oeHe's under orders to wait for an extraction, Comrades. I've checked with Caribbean Squadron in Cienfuegos myself, Gordikov reported. oeWho they're to extract, I have no idea, and I was not told who.

oeProbably GRU or KGB assets, Alekseyev snorted.

oeThat's very likely, Comrade Marshal, Gordikov said.

The operations officer came in. oeComrades, there's been a new development on Malinsky's extreme right.

Alekseyev turned. oeWhat is it

oeComrade Marshal, there's been a heliborne assault at the Port Isabel-Cameron County Airport, just south of the Laguna Atascosa Wildlife Refuge. No word on who, though. It could be U.S. Marines, the man said.

oeOr they could be the 101st Air Assault Division, Chibisov said. oeAny other information

oeNo, Comrade General, none at all.

oeAll right, Alekseyev said. He turned to his senior air officer. oeGet some reconnaissance up there before daylight ends. I need to know who that enemy is.

The air force man nodded, and went to get a flight sent that direction. Alekseyev turned to Gordikov. oeYour Naval Infantry is all on South Padre Island, correct

oeNot all of them, There is a battalion responsible for security at the Port of Brownsville, and another at Laguna Vista, charged with coastal defense. Then there's base personnel at the South Padre Island Coast Guard Station.

oeThat battalion at Laguna Vista is now Malinsky's. Order them to move to the airport, and engage the enemy, Alekseyev ordered.

oeYes, Comrade Marshal. And there's one other thing: I've ordered the remaining ships at the Port of Brownsville scuttled. A couple of tugs, some barges, two freighters from a convoy that came here a month ago and were damaged by air attack, and a damaged Koltin-class destroyer in the same condition. Gordikov said.

oeAnd the missile craft and corvettes at South Padre Island Chibisov asked.

oeComrade General, they may have a chance at getting out: they may not be large enough to set off the mines the Americans have laid. Even so, it's a final death-and-glory ride into the waiting arms of the Americans. I've talked with the squadron commander: he'd rather do that than have his ships scuttled.

[Matt Wiser]

And more:


1805 Hours: Gulf Front Headquarters, San Benito Community College.


General Malinsky was talking on the phone with General Vega of the Cuban 1st Army, and he was not a happy man at the moment. The Americans had done another end-around, and had put heliborne troops into the Soviet/Cuban rear, and right now, there wasn't much that could be done about it. Vega did have some reserves available, and he was moving them, but it would take time, and those reserves were exposed to American air attack. Whoever had come up with this operation was a smart one, Malinsky knew, and when this was over, he actually wanted to have a talk with his opposite number. oeVega, move your reserve-fast. There's a naval infantry formation moving as well, and between the two, you should be able to contain the enemy. Do I make myself clear

oeComrade General, Vega was saying, oeYou do. However, there's been a lot of American air activity, and the weather isn't cooperating.

oeVega, you will contain, and if possible, eliminate that landing, Malinsky said in a very forceful tone of voice.

oeWe'll do our best, Comrade General, Vega said.

oeGood. Now get to it! Malinsky thundered, and then hung up. He looked at his chief of staff. oeAnything new, Isakov

oeWe've identified the American force. Though it's not exactly clear which unit, however. Isakov said.

oeAll right, then. Who are they

oeBased on their helicopters, CH-46s and CH-53s, they're U.S. Marines. Though we don't know if they came from II MAF, or from the amphibious force off the coast. Isakov reported.

Malinsky swore, and swore again. With that amphibious force, the Americans could launch such attacks, and conduct a major beach landing, and there was precious little the Soviets could do about it. oeLet's hope it's just II MAF: they've done these end-arounds before, correct

oeThat's true, Comrade General, Isakov confirmed. oeThey did it to the Nicaraguans when their offensive started, and did it to the Cubans as well.

General Malinsky nodded. oeAnd now, they do it to us. Vega's got what to throw at them

Isakov pointed on the map. oeRight now, he's got a tank brigade and two independent regiments: one tank, one motor-rifle. The MRR is closest: and will be there in an hour or so, depending on the American air activity. He's reluctant to commit his other reserves-because we know full well he'll need them later tonight or tomorrow.

oeOne regiment, and one of our Naval Infantry battalions....Isakov, Malinsky said.

oeYes, Comrade General

oeLet's hope it's just a raid, nothing more. Because if it isn't, when II MAF comes down on the Cubans tomorrow, Vega's going to need all he's got. Malinsky remarked to his chief of staff, who simply nodded in agreement.


1820 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport:


The roar of jet engines briefly deafened General Petrov, but it was music to his ears. This was the final serial for the airlft today, and he'd been pleased at the results. Six Il-76s and four An-12s had made it in from Cuba, and had unloaded not only foodstuffs, ammunition, and medical supplies, but had also brought in some fuel bladders. Though the Soviets and Cubans were not that short on fuel for combat units, others weren't so fortunate, and any extra fuel delivered was welcome indeed. And those planes were now loading passengers: and this time, he was pleased to see, none of the KGB's American lackeys-as many Soviet officers referred to those who had collaborated with the KGB or the GRU.

This group had actually gotten in after another flight, which had made it nearly all the way from Cuba, only to run into American fighters just short of the coast. And he'd watched through binoculars, and he'd been totally helpless as fighters-believed to be F-14s or F-15s-it was hard to tell at that distance-got into the transports and wreaked havoc. Eight transports had been coming in on that flight, and six had fallen to the fighters' guns and missiles. Though the Su-27s flying escort had done their best, two of the four had also been shot down, leaving two Il-76s to make it in. They'd landed, quickly unloaded their cargoes, taken aboard a hundred passengers each, then took off again.

Now, Petrov watched as the Il-76s began to taxi. They'd done a rapid unloading, and taken aboard wounded and some specialists, and were now getting ready to leave. His operations officer came up. oeComrade General, telephone for you.

oeWho is it Petrov asked.

oeMarshal Alekseyev himself, Comrade General, the ops man replied.

Petrov went to the Air Operations Center, where a staffer was holding the phone. He handed it to the General. oeComrade Marshal

oePetrov, how much have we gotten today, Alekseyev asked.

oeI'll have to double-check my figures, but about half of what was promised, Comrade Marshal. Petrov reported.

oeHalf. It was not a question.

oeThat is so, Comrade Marshal. Petrov said. He, too, had hoped for more, but with those American carriers off the coast, and the Navy unable to do anything about them, even getting what they'd received so far had been a victory of sorts. Though a good deal of what they had received had been quite useless.

oeI take it you've gotten out the staff of the Hall government Im asking this because our Ambassador is here, and he wants to know if they made it onto a plane. Alekseyev said.

oeComrade Marshal, they did get out. Whether or not their planes-and they were on two-made it to Cuba, though...that's a wholly different issue entirely. Petrov reminded the Marshal.

oeUnderstood, Petrov. The airlift closes at dusk, correct

oeYes, Comrade Marshal. Six Il-76s have just departed, while the An-12s are finishing loading. They've got wounded in two of the Antonovs, while specialists and couriers are in the other two. Petrov reported. oeAfter that, we're finished for the day. Operations will resume at daybreak.

oeAll right, Petrov, Alekseyev said. oeIf we get a breakthrough from the Americans at any time tomorrow, you'll have some warning. I want you on a plane out of here in that eventuality. Do I make myself clear

oeComrade Marshal...there's still air force personnel here who'll never get out. I'd only be abandoning them to their fate. I'd rather stay with the men, Petrov said, tears mellowing in his eyes.

oeI understand, Petrov, but your talents will be useful to the Rodina elsewhere. If you get that warning, get on whatever aircraft is available, and get out. Even if it's to Mexico, the Marshal said. oeThat's an order.

Petrov sighed. He didn't want to leave his men in the lurch, but neither could he disobey his theater commander. oeYes, Comrade Marshal.


1845 Hours: 105th Guards Air Assault Division/41st Tank Regiment, Harlingen, Texas.

Major Butakov and the tankers looked around-especially up both Highways 77 and 83. They knew that the Americans were only regrouping, and would be resuming the attack when they felt ready to do so. But that didn't mean the danger was gone: far from it. American snipers were active, and Butakov knew that it was becoming worth a man's life to keep his head visible for any length of time. And the tankers from the 41st Tank Regiment were quickly learning the same thing, for several tank and motor-rifle troops had fallen victim to the snipers, and they were so well camouflaged that no one knew where the shots were coming from. Just like at Stalingrad, he mused, only this time, we're the Fascisti, and they've got a Vassili Zaitsev out there, or maybe a Ludmilla Pavlachenko, and they're making our lives miserable. And his paratroopers had given up trying to shoot back, for not only did they not know where the shots came from, but several of their own men with SVD sniper rifles had fallen victim to the Americans, often taking shots through their own scopes....

What should we have expected when we came here, Butakov wondered. A country where it seemed everyone had a gun and in this miserable state called Texas, it was everyone and their mother. And the locals knew how to use them: he'd been on several counter-guerrilla operations, and the insurgents rarely showed themselves-melting away, and leaving a sniper or two to entertain the Soviets. And in the confusion, the snipers themselves slipped away. They'd also been eager students-not only using captured weapons, but using them effectively and with deadly results. His thoughts were interrupted when a BRDM pulled up: its commander waved at the Major, and when he crawled to the vehicle, the commander informed him that Colonel Chesnikov wanted to see him. Butakov managed to get into the BRDM without drawing fire, and the vehicle took him to the 41st's command point. When it got there, Chesnikov was waiting next to his command tank. Butakov got out and asked, oeYes, Comrade Colonel

oeMajor, I'm glad you're here, Chesnikov said. oeI've got some information via my regiment's reconnaissance platoon: the survivors, anyway.

oeWhat do the reconnaissance people say, Comrade Colonel My own reconnaissance people can be counted on two hands, I'm afraid. Butakov replied.

oeThe Americans have brought in some additional ground troops. Some of them are wearing the AA shoulder patches-do you know who those are

Butakov nodded. He knew full well about his opposite numbers. oeThat's the 82nd Airborne Division, Comrade Colonel. So we're now facing the elite of the U.S. Army now.

oeMaybe, maybe not. The soldiers were mostly artillerymen, and some helicopter ground crews. The artillery was setting up alongside the guns from the 29th Division, and it appeared the helicopter people were preparing for the arrival of their own unit's helicopters, Chesnikov said.

oeBut no maneuver units Butakov asked. He knew that if those American paratroopers faced his, it would truly be a battle between equals. And that the 82nd would have as much fixed-wing air support and helicopter gunships in support as could be arranged.

oeNo. Not yet. And my reconnaissance company's badly depleted now. I've less than a platoon available to us. They can give advance warning of an attack, and that's it, I'm afraid. Chesnikov said.

oeAt least.... Butakov's remark was interrupted by a shout from a nearby soldier: oeAir Attack Warning!

Hellfire missiles rained down on nearby vehicles, exploding a pair of ZSU-23-4s, and a pair of Strela-10M3 (SA-13) missile vehicles, and as both Butakov and Chesnikov watched, the offending AH-64s pulled away, dropping flares as they did so. Then A-10s came in, firing Maverick missiles and their 30-mm cannon, ripping into tanks and APCs in the process. The remaining air defense vehicles tried to engage, spraying an A-10 with 23-mm fire, and it headed north smoking heavily. But the other three A-10s came back, dropping cluster bombs on their final run, and disabling a number of tanks and APCs in the process. Then the Apaches returned, and killed several more tanks. When it was all over, the two senior officers picked themselves up. And Butakov turned to Chesnikov. oeAnd this is the beginning, Comrade Colonel. They did that to us the first night we were here. And now, my regiment doesn't have a single BMD left.


1905 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville


Marshal Alekseyev paid attention to his situation map. Right now, his left flank was pulling back, and so far, things were going well, but American aircraft were active everywhere, and for once, the Soviet and Cuban Air Forces were seriously contesting the air over the pocket. Right now, though, his air force liaison had said, the Soviets were considering things a success if American aircraft had to abort their missions and head north, not just if a kill or two was scored. But that success was coming at a price, the air force had said: for every American aircraft shot down, six of theirs were also sent down. And at this rate, they'd be out of planes within a few days. Alekseyev winced at that: he knew the pocket would be finished before the Soviets ran out of aircraft. Then there was the demand for airlift protection: every fighter protecting the transports was one not contesting the air. And General Petrov made it very clear, and so there was nothing that could be done about it: the airlift had to be protected. His thoughts on that were interrupted as General Isakov came over. oeYes, Chibisov

oeComrade Marshal, there's an update on the helicopter assault at the Port Isabel airport. Chibisov reported.

oeAnd

oeIt was a raid, apparently. Though the helicopters described were U.S. Marine CH-46s and CH-53s, Chibisov said. oeThey landed, seized the airport and set up a perimeter.

oeThat airport, as the air force has said, once had some of our attack helicopter units, and Mi-8 transports: they've either been lost in combat or had to retreat south of the Rio Grande, Alekseyev commented.

oeTrue, Comrade General. But the enemy may not have known that.

oeSo, a raid I take it they've accomplished whatever they set out to do and have left Alekseyev asked.

oeThat is the latest information, Comrade Marshal, Chibisov replied.

Both officers looked at the map. oeWith the helicopters gone, what else was there Alekseyev wondered.

oeThere was an S-200 SAM site near the airport, Comrade Marshal, and an S-125 site as well. Chibisov commented. oeThose may have been their objectives. Destroy the sites, gather whatever documents-and any prisoners, and then withdraw.

oeIt also creates a hole in what's left of our air defenses, the air-defense officer-a Voyska PVO man, chimed in.

oeAnd we reacted to the raid as if it was a major attack, Alekseyev hissed.

oeComrades, we had no choice. Any serious helicopter assault can finish us if they can secure the 77-83 highway below Harlingen and block Suraykin's line of communication and retreat. Colonel Sergetov pointed out, speaking for the first time.

Alekseyev calmed down. oeI know, Colonel. No doubt they know that as well. If Schwartzkopf was in command, he would have unleashed the airborne element already. Powell is more cautious-but he's proven that he's willing to take risks if necessary.

oeIndeed, Comrade Marshal.

oeTomorrow, Chibisov. Tomorrow. The crisis point will come: either here, at the Rio Grande Valley airport, at the 77-83 junction, or just west of there, Alekseyev noted. oeAnd when that happens, they'll present us with a worse one: that's when their Marines will land.

oeComrade Marshal.... Chibisov's voice trailed off. oeThis time, I hope you're wrong.

oeI don't think so. Powell smells victory, and he means to have it, Alekseyev said. And he knew it, too. If he'd been running things on the other side, he, too, would be smelling victory. But unlike Powell, he'd be willing to risk the airborne and Marines to seal matters.

[Matt Wiser]

A little bit of everything: ground, air, and naval action....


1925 Hours: Soviet Coastal Forces HQ: South Padre Island Coast Guard Station, Texas.

Captain 2nd Rank Vassily Tupolev sat at his desk in the former base commander's office. He had commanded the Soviet and Cuban naval forces based at South Padre Island for two years, and had seen his command steadily whittled down. No matter how hard the effort had been, nor the sacrifices made, the coastal forces had gone out to confront the U.S. Navy at both Houston and Corpus Christi, and had been battered as a result. He'd watched as missile and torpedo craft, along with frigates and corvettes, sailed out to confront the Americans, and had been lucky to get one or two back, usually heavily damaged. Carrier-based aircraft, and helicopters from other warships, had made life for the coastal forces exciting but usually short, and there was no doubt about that. Now, there was an American amphibious force off the coast somewhere, and there was not only a three-carrier task force, but also four battleships as well, to face his handful of missile craft, a couple of old Riga-class frigates, and a couple of ex-USCG patrol craft. Better to be sunk on a final sortie than either scuttling, or worse, handing the ships over to the Americans when it was over, Tupolev thought. A knock on the door, and the question, oeComrade Captain brought him back out of his reverie. oeYes

It was Captain 3rd Rank Yegor Shatalin came in. Shatalin was his deputy-a real deputy, not a Zampolit. And for that, Tupolev was grateful, for the Zampolit had been killed two weeks earlier in an air raid. oeComrade Captain, do you wish to sail at first light

Shatalin knew full well what Tupolev was planning. This was it: a final sortie against the mighty U.S. Navy, and both officers knew full well that it wasn't likely that any of them-or their men, would be coming back from this one aboard a ship. If they did return, they'd be swimming. Captain Tupolev nodded, oeYes, first light will do. Who can sortie, and who will be left here The unspoken phrase was oeto be scuttled.

oeComrade Captain, both Rigas can sail. Then three of the corvettes: two Grishas and a Poti can make it as well. Of our missile craft, two Cuban Osas and one of our Nanchukas can sail. No torpedo craft, I'm afraid, are in shape to go out. Shatalin reported.

oeI take it the remainder will be left to scuttle Tupolev asked.

oeThat is correct, Comrade Captain.

oeVery well. Ask for volunteers among the crews of those who have to scuttle, if they wish to accompany those going out, Tupolev ordered.

oeCertainly, Comrade Captain.

oeAlso, make sure there are demolition charges on the fuel storage tanks and the communications center. We'll blow them before we sail, Tupolev said.

oeThat has been taken care of, Comrade Captain. And what time do you wish to sail

Tupolev thought a minute. The best time to start an amphibious operation was at dawn. And he knew that there was a chance that the Americans had mined the channels through the Soviets' own minefields. oeWe'll need some daylight. Make our sailing at 0700.

oeYes, Comrade Captain, Shatalin said.


1945 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, Along U.S. Highway 281.


Colonel Herrera knew that the Americans would have some advantages now. The sun had just about set, and with their night vision devices, they could see in the dark better than he could, or any of his men. With those Thermal sights on the M-60A4 and the Bradley, the Americans could see just as well at night as they could in the daytime, and pick his vehicles off before they knew what was happening. But there was one advantage he had now: the rest of the Army had pulled back, and General Perez had informed him that the 22nd Motor-Rifle Division was on his right, and that Herrera could call on their division artillery if necessary-with all the army-level assets either committed or destroyed, it was the best that could be done.

Now, Colonel Herrera decided to stir things up a little. Third Battalion, now down to fourteen T-55s, would draw American attention, while First and Second maneuvered as if preparing for a counterattack. Maybe, just maybe, that would force the Americans to halt and assume a hasty defensive position. And if they did that, he'd call down artillery on them, and in the confusion, he'd pull back to the next defensive position. There was one major problem: the Americans might not do so, and things would develop into a meeting engagement, and that was the last thing Herrera wanted. For those M-60A4s, even these with the 105-mm gun, could deal decisively with his armor in such an encounter, and he didn't want that to happen. The other problem: none of his antitank missiles-either the Konkurs (AT-5) on his BMPs, nor the Metis (AT-7) that the Soviet air assault troopers had, could deal with the American tanks unless one shot out the treads, or waited and took a shot at the rear, much as one did with a German Tiger forty-plus years earlier. And that option was not conducive to a long lifespan for the missile gunner in any event. Still, with things the way they were, everything had to be tried, no matter how low the odds of success were. He turned to his chief of staff. oeMajor, inform Third Battalion: Proceed as directed. No heavy contact, however. Just draw the Americans' attention.

oeYes, Comrade Colonel. the chief replied, going off to relay the order.

Major Murayev came up; he was the senior Soviet air-assault officer and was in command of the two battalions attached to the 214th. oeYou wanted to see me, Comrade Colonel

Herrera nodded. oeYes, Major. There's a couple of abandoned farms about five hundred meters in front of us. Can you put an anti-tank ambush in each

oeThat shouldn't be a problem, Comrade Colonel. I won't risk any more missile teams, but a squad in each-with RPGs and BG-15 grenade launchers should do. Murayev replied.

oeHow many missiles do you have left, though Herrera wanted to know.

oeI've three launchers, and a dozen missiles left. When they're gone, that's it. Murayev said. oeI'd like to conserve them: wait until we get into more favorable terrain for using the missiles.

oeI understand, Major. No heroics from your men tonight. If a situation develops unfavorably, fall back. No last stands unless there's no other option. Am I understood

oePerfectly, Comrade Colonel, Murayev replied. oeIf you'll excuse me, I'll go brief my men.

Herrera nodded as the air assault officer left. He'd worked with Cuban air assault troops in Angola, but Murayev and his men were a cut above the Cubans. Some of the Cuban airborne knew when to get into a fight, but not when to get out of one. Murayev, though, did. Maybe because there would be no more replacements coming, perhaps He turned again to his chief of staff. oeGet First and Second Battalions moving. Again, demonstration only, and no heavy contact. Fall back if they get into a serious fight.

oeRight away, Comrade Colonel.

To the north, Captain Nancy Kozak's company team was pushing south alongside the highway. They'd found a few Mexican stragglers, most of whom had quickly surrendered. Those who did not, died with weapons in hand. That last fight had been a strange one: the Mexicans had been rolled over, and most of them had fought until their battalion had been ripped apart, and then the survivors had surrendered. Then someone had shot a couple of antitank missiles at her company, damaging a tank and killing her FIST track-and everyone in it. Her Second Mech Platoon had checked out where the missiles had come from, and found several dead Russians. And to everyone's surprise, they were wearing air assault uniforms. First Cubans, then some Mexicans, then Russians. Maybe the Russians were oestiffening the Mexicans It had taken an hour to get the damaged tank repaired and back into the fight, regardless, and she'd have to call for fire herself, until a replacement FIST track and crew could be made available.
Then her Third Platoon-which had armor, called it in: Tanks to the front. T-55s by the look of them. oeTake 'em! she called.

Colonel Herrera watched in horror as his Third battalion came under American tank fire. The American gunnery was accurate and deadly, for four T-55s exploded almost at once. Herrera ordered the battalion to pull back immediately, and called down his own artillery, but this time, the 122-mm fire fell short. Two more T-55s exploded before the Cuban tanks pulled back under cover of their artillery, and what remained of Third Battalion was now a short company. Herrera swore-and swore loudly. He called for a flare mission, and saw American armor was approaching the two farms: maybe this ambush might come off.

Kozak's Fourth Platoon-her other tank platoon, spotted some movement among the abandoned farms. They'd had thermal contacts around the farmhouse and the barn in both instances, and the platoon leader smelled an ambush. He requested artillery fire, or at the very least, battalion mortars. Then her ETAC came on the line: he'd been talking to some Apaches, and a two-ship wanted to come in. She agreed, and the two Apaches unloaded their 2.75-inch rockets on the farmsteads, ripping up the farmhouses and barns, and setting them ablaze. The two helicopters then raked the area with their 30-mm cannon, killing anything they saw moving. A couple of secondary explosions in both houses convinced Fourth Platoon's leader that there had been an ambush, and as the Team advanced, Bradley-mounted troops dismounted to check. Sure enough, there were several bodies of Soviet air-assault troopers, with RPGs. After the farmsteads were secured, artillery fire came down on them.

oeBlast it! Colonel Herrera shouted. Someone on the other side had smelled an ambush-a not unreasonable suspicion, given the events of the previous few hours, and had called in a pair of AH-64s. Herrera called in a brief artillery concentration, and ordered his regiment to fall back to the next position.

Kozak's people had either gotten back into their Bradleys, or had taken cover. But still, someone on the other side was being very smart. And she wanted to push through that someone, nail his ass to the wall, and get into Brownsville. And do it before either the airborne prima donnas in XVIII Airborne Corps, or those Jarheads waiting off the coast.



2000 Hours: K-236: The Gulf of Mexico

Captain Padorin came into the CCP. So far, everything was going all right: his boat was on the patrol pattern just off the coast: right at the continental shelf. Close enough to the coast to make a high-speed dash to pick up whoever he was supposed to retrieve, and then make another dash for deep water. And, if things didn't work out, he'd be a short distance from deep water and a run below the layer-if there was one-to get away. And the most recent message from Caribbean Squadron had told him not to initiate contact with the enemy: the pickup came first. He shook his head at that: either the mission was a go, and he'd do his best to get in and make the pickup, or cancel it and he could get out. And with all those American ships about, the ASW environment would get pretty nasty in a short while. Especially so if the Americans decided to land on the Texas-or Mexican-coast.

He noticed Shelpin, the Security Officer, taking his turn again as Officer of the Watch. Even though the man was KGB, he had proven his abilities as a submariner time and again. Shelpin's reasoning was that if he was assigned to a sub as Security Officer, he'd better learn to be a submariner first, and had gone to sub school and not only qualified, but qualified as a watch officer. And he took his turn at that duty. In so doing, he'd earned the respect of not only the Captain, but every other officer and warrant officer on the boat. oeShelpin, status, please.

oeComrade Captain, Shelpin replied. oeWe are maintaining our patrol station. Depth is steady at two hundred meters, speed ten knots. No thermal layer detected as yet, though.

oeIt may be too deep for us, given where we are and the time of year, Padorin said. He went to the chart. oeAny change in our friends up there He asked.

oeNo, Comrade Captain, no change. The Amphibious Group is to our south, and they presumably have the battleships with them, as they haven't been picked up in the past few hours. And the carriers are to the north, Shelpin said.

oeAny signs of an ASW group Padorin wanted to know.

oeNo, none of that, either. They may be closer in to shore, though.

Padorin stroked his chin. oeAnd no submerged contacts

oeNo, Comrade Captain, Shelpin replied. oeIf there were...

oeIf there were, I would have been notified at once, Padorin finished. oeCarry on.

Shelpin nodded as Padorin went to the sonar room. oeAny change he asked the sonar officer.

oeNo, Comrade Captain, the sonar officer replied. He pointed to a display. oeTo the north, here's the carrier group-or at least, one of the carriers. He's been tentatively identified as John F. Kennedy, though we've also picked up a Nimitz-class ship, but too far to get anything positive as to who he is.

oeAny sign of a third carrier Padorin asked. His latest report from Caribbean Squadron mentioned three carriers.

oeNot yet, Comrade Captain. He may be to the north. That may be why we haven't picked him up.

Padorin nodded. oeAnd this here, to the south, is the amphibious force

oeYes, Comrade Captain. They keep going back and forth on an west to east pattern. And there's a probable ASW group here, between us and the coast, the sonar officer said.

Then the communications officer came in. oeComrade Captain, we have an ELF message.

That meant there was a more detailed message waiting for K-236. Padorin went back into the CCP. oeOfficer of the Watch, make your depth thirty meters. Slow to five knots.

Shelpin nodded, and gave the necessary orders. Soon, the boat was at thirty meters. oeRaise the antennae.

Just as the antennae were raised, the message came in. It was quickly decoded and passed to the Captain. And as Padorin read it, he let out a huge sigh of relief. oeWell, that ends that.

oeWhat is it, Comrade Captain The starpom asked. He'd just come into the CCP.

oeOur date with someone on the Texas coast is off. For good. We've been relieved. Padorin said.

Heads nodded around the CCP. oeDo we have new orders Shelpin asked.

oeJust maintain patrol position. Further orders to follow. Padorin said, nodding. oeReel in the antennae, and take us down. Back to two hundred meters. Maintain speed.


2015 Hours: 8th Fighter Aviation Regiment, over Brownsville.

Major Yuri Shavarov maintained his racetrack patrol pattern over the city. His squadron of Su-27s had made the trip from San Julian in Cuba, and so far, things had been uneventful. But the flight in had been-or so he saw just to their north, as American fighters had savaged some transports-some going in, some going out. And the bitter pill he'd had to swallow was that he didn't have the fuel to intervene. His mission was clear: protect the last group of aircraft as they unloaded their cargo, took on passengers, and took off again. Right now, he was wondering, what was taking them so long Then his radio crackled. oeMace One, the hens are getting airborne. Watch for crows. Crows meant enemy fighters.

oeCopy. Good luck down there.

oeRoger, Mace One. Do you have the hens in sight

Shavarov checked his radar. oeGot them.

The Su-27s formed up on the transports and headed east. To his surprise, in the fading light, he could see what they were: An-12s. Wonderful. They'd have to criss-cross back and forth to maintain their position. Shavarov called one of his flight leaders. oeHammer One, this is Mace One. Go on ahead, and see if any crows are waiting.

oeHammer One, Roger. the flight leader called. Then he called in, oeSAM radars at One! Repeat: SAM Radars at One O'Clock!

That would be the American ships, Shavarov knew. Though he couldn't see them, he knew they were down there. And with this long a trip back, he couldn't go in low to avoid radar: If combat developed, his Su-27s had only fuel for fifteen minutes' combat time, before they'd have to break off and head for Cuba. And sure enough, there were crows out there. Shavarov picked them up on radar, just as Hammer One called them in. oeCrows at Eleven O' Clock! Engaging!

The four Su-27s shot toward the unseen American fighters-and then Shavarov himself picked them up-just as his radar screen turned to snow. An unseen EA-6B Prowler was jamming his radar. Up ahead, he saw explosions just below his flight level, and two aircraft falling out of the sky in flames. His own threat receiver was quiet. Shavarov called the transport leader: oeGet down on the deck. We'll cover you. And without waiting for a reply, he led his own flight in, after telling his remaining flight to stay with the transports.

Mace Three then made a call: oeCrows at Ten O'Clock!

Major Shavarov looked in that direction. Four F-14s were coming in on the Su-27s. And not only did his threat receiver light up, he saw them: Sparrow missiles being fired. oeMace Flight, break!

The four Su-27s broke as the Tomcats dove on them. A night fight was more dangerous, he knew, but then, so did the Americans, as both the F-14 and Su-27 had the same twin rudder configuration. Finding out who was friend or foe visually was next to impossible. And the Americans scored first, as Mace Three, his second element leader, and Mace Four, both took Sparrow hits and exploded. In the darkness, he didn't see any parachutes.

Shavarov cursed as he swung his plane around. He saw a missile trail pass him by, then another just right over his head. Then a fireball erupted behind his plane, and a scream came over the radio. His wingman had just died. Shavarov looked back, and saw the Su-27 tumbling out of the sky, and then explode as the flames touched off the fuel and ordnance. Right now, he ought to try and break off the fight, and get away, he knew, but that wasn't on his mind. Shavarov saw an F-14 and he turned toward it, hoping to get a lock for his R-73 (AA-11 Archer) missiles. Just as he did, his own threat receiver lit up again. Shavarov ignored it, and fired two missiles. The R-73s left the rails just as a pair of Sparrows slammed into his aircraft, and the plane simply blew apart. He never saw the attacker, nor did he see one of the R-73s miss the F-14. The other missile closed, but a shower of flares from the Tomcat decoyed it away: the missile did explode, and damaged the port engine. That Tomcat crew would have to divert to Corpus Christi, as a night landing on one engine was not advised. But Shavarov would never know. For he never bailed out of his aircraft.

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Comments so far, gents, on how things are going

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2025 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.

Marshal Alekseyev was in his office. He'd retired there to have a private dinner with Colonel Sergetov and General Dudorov. He'd hoped to have Commander Carlisle as a guest again, but she had politely, but firmly,declined. She had reminded Dudorov of her training about declining special favors from the enemy, and even Alekseyev admitted he actually admired that. oeYuri, when we're finished, have a plate from our table sent to her, regardless, he told Dudorov.

oeOf course, Comrade General, Dudorov said.

oeNow, I imagine that tomorrow will be the day of decision, Alekseyev continued. oeSuraykin's army will give way-somewhere. Either at that highway junction, or at the Rio Grande Valley airport. And then we'll be in big trouble.

oeThat, Comrade Marshal, is likely to be an understatement, Dudorov said.

oeQuite. Colonel, if you were in Powell's position, where would you strike Alekseyev asked.

His aide paused, thinking for a moment. oeComrade Marshal, I would try at the airport. Success there means that a sizable penetration can be made, even as far as Highway 77-83. That seals Suraykin's fate-splits Malinsky's front, and enables a charge down the highway, Colonel Sergetov said.

oeYuri How about you Alekseyev asked.

oeIt's been a hard fight, but I'd go for the actual highway junction. Use the airport as a diversion, and simply put more into that sector. The 105th Guards and the 41st Tank Regiment won't last past midday unless there's a dramatic upsurge in supplies. And I just don't see that happening. Dudorov said.

oeAnd the landing options Both of you, please, Aleksyev asked the two officers.

Dudorov spoke first. oeComrade General, I'd go with the amphibious option. Leave out the airborne drop-that is, the 82nd Airborne Division, but proceed with the amphibious landing. And the Boca Chica area is where I'd land. Unfortunately, I don't have information as to who is at sea, but the Americans have enough to put at least a brigade-sized force ashore, probably two. And no one doubts that they have ample naval gunfire and carrier air support available.

oeColonel What's your opinion

Sergetov thought again. oeComrade Marshal, Powell's been cautious. I expect him to remain so. Though he's taken risks in the past, we do know he chose not to conduct such a landing at Corpus Christi last year. There was considerable pressure on him to do so, if you'll recall, Comrade Marshal.

oeI do. And Dudorov here was following it closely-even if his sources were the American news networks, Alekseyev said.

oeHis previous campaign could have ended sooner if he'd conducted such an operation, Comrade Marshal, Sergetov continued. oeUnless there's an opportunity that develops.....In my opinion, Comrades, he'll keep the Marines offshore. I may be wrong, but based on Powell's past experience, he'll forgo the amphibious option.

Alekseyev nodded. oeIt's always good to have more than one viewpoint, Comrades. Personally, there's an even chance he'll do it. He looked at his office map, and visualized the ships offshore, helicopters forming up, and landing craft in the water, with battleships and destroyers shelling the coast. oeBe ready to finish the destruct bill if he does. We won't have much time. This means your offices especially, Yuri.

oeUnderstood, Comrade General, Dudorov replied. oeThere's one more thing. Do you wish for the safe-conduct pass for our guest to be prepared

Alekseyev thought for a moment, then nodded. oeMake it so. Make sure it's in English, Russian, and Spanish. And see to it personally.


2055 Hours: 105th Guards Air Assault Division/41st Independent Tank Regiment, Harlingen, Texas.


General Gordonov watched from the roof of his headquarters. He'd moved twice since the morning, and was now watching things from the roof of a middle school library. His chief of staff was nervous as a result: they'd seen American aircraft and helicopter gunships going after any vehicle traffic, and more often as not, that traffic was turned into burning junk. The General focused his binoculars to the north, where a battered regiment continued to hold the 77-83 highway junction, while the two flanking regiments were hanging on, but just barely. And having a tank regiment bolster the defenders at the junction meant that for now, the Americans wouldn't sent light infantry or even airborne troops to take the junction from his desantniki. Continued tracer fire in that direction did show, however, that the Americans were still there, and if they redirected a heavy unit, such as the 12th Armored Cavalry Regiment or even a brigade from the 7th Armored Division, they might just break through.

Now, he turned his attention to the northeast. The 38th Tank Division was waiting on the Americans to push south, and if they did, they'd meet them, then finish the 24th Tanks, and he'd barely have time to reorient his own division into an all-around defense. If he didn't, then 7th Armored would simply roll up his division from the right flank, as well as the rear, and there was nothing he could do about that. Then his intelligence officer came to him. oeYes

oeComrade General, from what little I've been able to put together, the Americans have decided not to press the issue tonight. So far, it's only patrol activity along the division's front. the intelligence officer said.

oeSo they've decided to dig in for the night Gordonov asked.

oeIt appears to be the case, Comrade General. Though their aviation is still active. replied the major of intelligence.

oeI've noticed. Those bloody Apaches again. And tactical aircraft, as well. They can see in the dark very well, the air force liaison says. Gordonov commented.

oeQuite so, Comrade General. Not much we can do about those helicopters, other than have Igla (SA-14) missiles ready.

Gordonov shook his head. He knew the Air Force was doing its best, but their casualties had gone from merely horrendous to downright frightful, the air force liaison officer said, and they were trying to conserve aircraft and pilots. How they did that, wasn't his problem. Then his supply officer came to him. oeComrade General, everything that can be distributed has been allocated.

oeThat's it, then, until first light, and maybe, an air drop that Army can send our way. Gordonov said, and it wasn't a question.

oeI'm afraid so, Comrade General.

Gordonov knew, but had to ask anyway, oeAnd if we don't get those supplies

oeWe'd have to withdraw by noon, Comrade General. It's either that, or stand and be destroyed.


2110 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport, Texas.


General Petrov shook his head. Just as the last transports had gotten airborne, four F-111s had come in, and laid down a pattern of bombs on the runways. To his surprise, one runway had not been hit, and it was still operational. The other two, though, had been cratered, and his engineers were already working to fill the craters and get the field operational again by first light. Petrov looked at the ramp area, and saw the fire crews dousing the wrecks of an Il-18 and an An-74 that hadn't been able to leave before the runways were closed. At least the An-74's cargo had been unloaded, he thought, and Petrov also wondered who was supposed to leave on the Il-18, though he had an idea-and a most un-Soviet one. If the KGB had been hoping to fly out some of its own personnel, or worse, some of their American collaborators, well, as far as he was concerned, it was their bad luck.

Now, he was going from strongpoint to strongpoint, encouraging his men. Many of the excess air force and Voyska PVO personnel, those whose specialties did not entitle them to a ticket on the airlift out, had been formed into provisional infantry to defend the airport against an American airborne or helicopter assault. Though they had plenty of small arms-and even had some time to relearn their weapons training-something that nearly all of them had forgotten since their basic training days, heavy weapons, other than some old B-11 recoilless rifles and some RPGs, were in short supply. Petrov knew that if these men had to go up against the elite paratroopers of the 82nd Airborne or Rangers, it would be a slaughter. He cursed whoever had ordered this insanity, feeling it a waste of trained air force and air defense personnel, but professionally, he knew that there was no real choice. He then went over to his air-defense officer, also a Voyska PVO man, oeAnything, Comrade Colonel

oeComrade General, we did get some Osa-M rockets. We've got eight launcher vehicles, but we can only put rockets on them all if we only give two rockets per launcher, the man replied. Though the Osa-M (SA-8s) were operated by Army personnel, the overall air defense was in the hands of Voyska PVO-the Soviet Air Defense Force, much to Petrov's disgust. He'd wondered, who made that decision Likely someone in Moscow, he knew. And yet another mistake piled on top of all the others.

oeThat's all Petrov asked.

oeNo, Comrade General, we did get some 23-mm ammunition, and some heavy 14.5 as well. Enough to give the ZPUs a full unit of fire.

oeThat's something, at least, Petrov said. oeAll right, just do the best you can. That's all anyone can ask right now.

The air-defense man nodded. oeOf course, Comrade General. We'll do our duty.

Petrov nodded and continued on. As he headed towards the hangar where he had his office, he passed by where the wounded were being assembled for departure. If those Party bosses in Moscow could see this, he thought, they'd work out a deal and end this madness. For he saw stretcher cases with heavily bandaged limbs, burn cases who needed a full-service burn center, men missing hands or feet, and many of them with bandages that hadn't been changed for days. Only the walking wounded, whose injuries would not heal in time to return to their units, were in decent shape. And all of the wounded glared with hostile eyes at the specialists, those whose services were needed elsewhere, or those who had information that could not fall into American hands. Their priority passes enabled them to jump the line, and get on aircraft rigged for passenger hauling, while the stretcher cases had to wait for an aircraft rigged to carry them. Petrov spoke a few words of encouragement to the wounded, and talked with the medical staff as well. After that, he went to his headquarters, where a staffer was waiting. oeWhat is it

oeComrade General, we've had a message from General Lukin.

oeOh, where is he now Cuba, unless I'm mistaken. Petrov said.

oeHe is, Comrade General. And he's found a lot that we've been angry about. Supply officers there are throwing whatever can be loaded onto a plane, regardless of whether or not it's on our priority list. He's kicked a few backsides, but he's certain that his efforts will be, and I quote 'too little and too late.' the staffer reported.

oeI'm afraid he's right. I should have had him sent to Cuba when the decision was made to mount the airlift. He would've been in a better position to get things going right. Send him this: 'Your efforts greatly appreciated. I concur in your estimate, but hoped to be proved wrong. Request a maximum, repeat, maximum effort beginning at first light. This goes for the Mexico side as well.' Petrov said.

The staffer nodded. oeDo you wish anything else, Comrade General

Petrov thought for a minute. oeAdd this: 'May be evacuated on TVD orders if crisis point comes. If so, I'll see you in Havana.' Get that off at once.

oeImmediately, Comrade General. The staffer turned to go send the message. oeColonel, one more thing.

oeComrade General

oeInform the communications people: be prepared to destroy all radios, codes and code machines, and classified documents. They are to be destroyed upon my express orders. And no one else's. Other than Marshal Alekseyev or his Chief of Staff. Is that clear Petrov said.

oeCompletely clear, Comrade General.

oeAnd remind the staff that any female personnel are now on one hours' notice to leave. That includes all female medical staff.


2150 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, along U.S. Highway 281, Southwest of Rangerville, Texas.


Colonel Herrera went from position to position, giving words of encouragement to his men. Though that was usually the political officer's job, he'd always done so, regardless. He felt that if the men saw their Colonel, and even one or two spoke to him, that would boost their morale. And more often than not, he was right. Even Third Battalion, which now only had eight tanks, had felt his presence, and the troops had a boost of confidence. Of that, he was sure.

Now, he saw his regimental command vehicle pulling up. This was unusual, but not surprising. Something must be important. His chief of staff got out, and came over to him. oeComrade Colonel!

oeYes, what is it

oeMessage from Havana, of all places. You've been made a Hero of the Revolution, as have all the division and separate brigade commanders. The chief said.

oeOf all the things Havana could send us, and this would be last on the list, Herrera spat. oeIt happens every time there's a cut-off army: there's a shower of awards and promotions on those who are trapped.

The chief nodded. oeYes, Comrade General. The Germans at Stalingrad, the Americans at Bataan, the French at Dien Bien Phu, and so on.

oeHmph, Herrera said. oeAll right. Anything from up front

oeNo, Comrade Colonel, nothing so far. Our outposts report no sign of the enemy. the chief responded.

oeWith their sights, they can see us further than we can see them, Herrera reminded his chief of staff. oeThey're sure

oeAs sure as one can be, Comrade Colonel.

Herrera went back into his command vehicle. He needed to look at his map. Right now, though things were bad, given that one of his battalions was now the size of a company, it could be worse. One could hope for the best, he thought. oeAt least we'll get some rest, Luis. I think the Americans have stopped for the night, or at least, for a few hours.

oePerhaps so. And our men are bone-weary. A few hours' rest, and some food, and be ready to do it all again in the morning, the chief replied.

oeGet them fed, now. We may not have time in the morning. Because once the Americans have rested and resupplied, they'll be coming. And I want our men ready. Herrera snapped.

The chief nodded. oeRight away, Comrade Colonel.


To the northwest, along Highway 281, Captain Nancy Kozak was in a rage. Her battalion commander had ordered all of his companies to halt for a few hours, and she wasn't happy, as she felt they could get further south before having to stop. The Colonel had explained that this not only came from brigade, but division as well. Everyone was to be fed, rested, and ready. Because before dawn, the Soviets and Cubans were going to get a wake-up call along the coast. And when that happened, everyone would move-and give the Soviets more fires to put out than they had the means. Hopefully, one or two of those would grow to an inferno that would engulf the defenders. Kozak liked the sound of that-as well as the imagery. With luck, her Team would be the one to punch a hole down 281, and make a rush for Brownsville.

Like Colonel Herrera to the south, Kozak went around her team, talking to the platoon leaders and some of the soldiers. Every man and woman there was tired, but eager. They wanted to finish this. And if they could, do it in one or two days. One platoon sergeant, she'd heard, was taking bets as to whose tank or Bradley would be the first to reach the International Bridge. If the Soviet and Cuban defenses collapsed, as Battalion and Brigade thought they might, somebody was going to have a nice payday-if he or she lived. One thing at a time, she thought.

As she went back to her Bradley, she came across not only the First Sergeant, but the company mascot. The company had adopted a German Shepherd puppy when PRAIRIE FIRE got started, and Roscoe had been through it all. He'd been with the company long enough to have a dog tag-somebody liked that phrase-a real dog tag on a dog-and he usually rode with the First Sergeant in his M-113 APC. And even when most of the company was asleep, Roscoe would be awake and alert. And those pulling watch had learned to pay attention when he growled. One time, he'd stood up with a start, and growled in a particular direction. The First Sergeant woke up, grabbed his weapon, and a starlight scope, and looked that way. Two men were approaching the company laager, and the First Sergeant opened fire. Both men dropped, and everyone went back to sleep. The next morning, they'd found two dead Cuban recon troopers. Nobody ignored Roscoe after that. Kozak came up. oeWell, First Sergeant, Roscoe ready to go on watch

oeHe is, Ma'am. the First Sergeant replied. He'd had three tours in Vietnam, and had fought in the Southwest with 3rd Armored Division before coming to help rebuild the 49th, just as she had, fresh out of West Point and the initial female infantry officers.

oeGood. Get everyone fed, and make sure the OPs are out. Can't tell you when, but before dawn, we'll be moving again. And this time, we're not stopping. Kozak said.

oeNext stop Brownsville, Ma'am

oeIf everything goes right, First Sergeant. Kozak replied. oeAnd those Cubans ahead of us don't pull any more tricks.

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2220 Hours: 38th Tank Division, near Rio Grande Valley International Airport, Texas.

Major General Gennady Nikonov scanned the northern horizon from his command vehicle. He now had the last full-strength tank division left to the Soviets in the pocket, and his orders from General Suraykin had been clear: hold the area south of the airport as long as possible. On this occasion, he'd learned from what he thought were serious mistakes on the part of 20th Tanks and the 120th Motor-Rifles, divisions that had been destroyed just prior to his division's arrival. Instead of moving two regiments up to meet the Americans, and having two others ready to exploit, he had three regiments up forward, with his motor-rifle regiment in the center. On their left and right flanks were a full tank regiment, and the one remaining tank regiment was in reserve, ready to counterattack. General Nikonov had sent his division's reconnaissance battalion forward, and so far, they'd found wrecked vehicles and a few survivors from 20th Tanks. After they'd been sent back to the division's command point, Nikonov had talked to them; and they all said that there had been American armor in quantity, while attack helicopters and aircraft roamed at will, destroying whatever they found. Then the Americans, for whatever reason, had pulled back, leaving the airport's runways and tarmac littered with wrecked and burning vehicles, as well as Soviet corpses. When asked who the Americans were, the survivors shook their heads: all they knew was that the Americans had ripped their division to shreds, and they were lucky not to be dead or prisoners.

Nikonov's plan was basically sound, he thought, but he also knew there was a big problem: his tanks were T-64Bs, and his APCs were BMP-1Ms. The Americans, he knew from General Suraykin's briefing, had the M-60A4-120s, and Bradley fighting vehicles, all with thermal sights. He knew that they could see his positions before his own tanks could see the Americans. And on the flat, open terrain of the airport, one could see a long way. Not good, he thought.

Then his chief of staff came to him. oeComrade General, message from Army Headquarters.

oeRead it.

oeAmericans believed halted for the night. You may expect attack at any time past 0530. American force identified as 7th Armored Division. the chief said, reading from a message form.

Nikonov simply nodded. So, he thought, they're staying put for the night. Either their command wants the troops well rested, or their supplies haven't caught up to them yet. Maybe a combination of the two. oeAll right. Inform the regimental commanders. They can stand the men down and go on night watch. But be prepared to stand-to at any time.

oeYes, Comrade General. the chief replied.

oeAnd one other thing: ask Army Headquarters if any air support will be available. Because chances are, we'll need it. Nikonov said.


2235 Hours: Gulf Front Headquarters, San Benito Community College.

General Malinsky looked at his situation map again. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. oeThey're doing this all over the front

oeYes, Comrade General, his chief of staff, Isakov, replied.

oeThey're halting for the night. Why When they can see us in the dark almost as clearly as in the daytime. I'm not sure what they're up to. Malinsky said.

oeComrade General, there may be a combination of factors: First, General Powell may have something planned for the coast, and he wants a simultaneous attack to take place. Second, some of his units may have outrun their supplies-those on our left especially, and they need time to get caught up. Then, there's the desire to avoid any kind of fratricide-especially from the air-so there's that issue to contend with, Isakov reported.

oeAnd Powell's caution means he's decided to halt for the evening. But there's still that amphibious threat out there, and a chance that he's going to go for it, Malinsky commented.

oeThat's very possible, Comrade General, Isakov said.

Malinsky nodded. Even so, there were things that needed to be done-or at least, prepared for. oeHave you prepared a destruct bill Because we'll have a lot of classified materials to destroy, Malinsky reminded Isakov.

oeI've already issued orders to begin preparations, Comrade General. It can be implemented quickly, Isakov reported.

oeGood. Now, what from the Air Force Malinsky asked.

Isakov looked up from his notes. oeThe Air Force will try and maintain their sortie rate, Comrade General, but their loss rate itself is going up. They'll try, nevertheless.

Malinsky nodded. Just as they had said, the Air Force had insisted on not promising anything that they couldn't keep. All they'd said was that they'd try their best to support the Army. oeAnd the airlift So far, we've held onto the drop zones.

oeI've spoken with General Petrov, Comrade General, Isakov replied. oeHe, too, can make no promises, but said they'll make the effort. As long as those drop zones can be protected-and that means no enemy missile teams with Stingers lurking around-we'll get our share of supply drops.

oeEasier said than done, Isakov, especially given our other....difficulties. Malinsky noted.

oeYes, Comrade General.

oeAll right. I'm going to get a few hours' rest. You, too, Isakov. Because I think sleep is going to be in short supply for all of us the next few days.

oeOf course, Comrade General, Isakov said.

oeOh, one more thing, Malinsky remembered. oeHave a final headquarters selected. We may not have much time to go looking about for a new one.

oeI've taken that step, Comrade General. The Rancho Viejo High School, just north of Brownsville. It's large enough, and suits our purposes.

oeGood, Isakov. Now, I'm off for some rest. Wake me, though, if anything serious develops.


2300 Hours: K-236, The Gulf of Mexico.


oeCaptain to CCP! the loudspeaker over Captain Padorin's bunk barked.

Padorin leaped out of his bunk, pulled on his shoes-he'd been sleeping fully clothed, as had been usual the past few days-and raced for the Central Command Post. Strenlikov, the Officer of the Watch, was standing next to the periscope. oeWhat is it

oeComrade Captain, we've received another ELF message. Per the order book, I have ordered us to thirty meters, and maintained five knots. Strenlikov reported.

oeVery good. Now, maybe we'll get new orders, Padorin said. oeBut we'll be vulnerable, just the same. Battle Stations, if you please.

Strenlikov nodded, then sounded the general alarm. Officers and men raced to their stations, and within three minutes, all stations were manned and ready. Padorin went to the sonar room. oeAnything

The sonar officer pointed to the display. oeJust the same, Comrade Captain. The carrier group to the north, with the ASW group directly west. Then the amphibious force to the south.

Captain Padorin nodded and went back into the CCP. The starpom and Shelpin were there, along with the weapons officer. A tracking party was already waiting, just in case. Then the diving officer reported. oeAt thirty meters.

oeRaise the antenna, Padorin ordered.

The message came clattering in on the teletype. Then the communications officer took the paper and went into the code room to decode the message. He came back a few minutes later, shaking as he held the message form. oeComrade Captain, he said, handing Padorin the form.

oeWhat's the matter asked Padorin. oeYou'd think something dreadful has happened.

oeRead the message, Comrade Captain, please. the communications man said.

Padorin did so, and his eyes widened. oeMother of God.... he said, shaking his head.

oeComrade Captain, what is it the starpom asked.

oeHere's the message: 'Brownsville pocket expected to be liquidated by enemy in 48-72 hours. Proceed to Yucatan Channel, and establish a patrol pattern. Conduct Search-and-Rescue operations for downed Soviet aircrews once clear of American ASW activity while en route.' That's it, then, Padorin said.

There was silence in the CCP. Some of the crew, Padorin knew, had had relatives serving in North America at times since 1985, and he also knew that the starpom's brother-in-law had been trapped in the pocket. oeSo the war's over the starpom asked.

oeNo. Just the war in Texas. We're still at war until we get a cease-fire-or we're sunk. Up periscope, and reel in the antenna. Padorin said.

The scope came up, and Padorin made a full scan. oeNo contacts. Down scope. Sonar

oeNo new contacts, Comrade Captain.

oeVery well. Navigator: give me a course for the Yucatan Channel.

The navigator checked his chart. oeRecommend new course one-two-zero for the moment, Comrade Captain.

Padorin nodded. oeMake your depth two hundred and fifty meters. Come to one-two-zero. Make turns for ten knots.

K-236 dived and turned onto the new heading. Soon, the boat was at the depth Padorin had wanted. oeAt two hundred and fifty meters, Comrade Captain, the diving officer reported.

oeLet's get out of here, but quietly, mind you. Maintain one-two-zero and ten knots, Padorin ordered. oeSecure from battle stations.

2330 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.


Marshal Alekseyev was in his office. This time, the call with Marshal Akhromayev was for their ears alone-though who knew what other parties might be listening in Still, the two officers felt this time, a private call was necessary, and both could speak their minds. Though Alekseyev knew that his thoughts were more often than not those of his staff. And he suspected that Akhromayev not only knew that, but also his staff in Moscow had the same feelings as the Defense Minister. oeI'm here, Comrade Marshal, Alekseyev said over the satellite phone.

oeGood, Alekseyev, very good. I know things are bad and getting worse by the hour, but just how much longer can you hold out the Defense Minister asked.

oeComrade Minister, Alekseyev said formally, oeI can give you forty-eight to seventy-two hours. At the most. If the Americans mount any kind of airborne and/or amphibious attack, things will be over much sooner.

oeAll right, Alekseyev, Akhromayev said. oeI've talked with General Grachev, and he's made the same estimate to me. General Pavel Grachev was the Chief of the General Staff, and a friend of Alekseyev's. oeYou're certain

oeAs certain as one can be about anything in war, Comrade Minister. Alekseyev replied.

oeUnderstood. For what it's worth, General Berkernev has given you thirty-six to forty-eight hours. Akhromayev said. Berkernev was Chief of the GRU.

oeComrade Marshal, I'm erring on the side of caution in this. But we'll be finished within seventy-two hours, no matter what. Alekseyev said.

oeThat's obvious, even to us here, Alekseyev. I take it the special weapons have been....properly taken care of

oeComrade Minister, those weapons have been denied to the enemy. They were loaded onto a freighter, and that ship was scuttled in the shipping channel leading to the Port of Brownsville. Alekseyev reported.

oeGood. You've kept the weapons out of enemy hands, and have also blocked the port. At least that's one thing the Defense Council will appreciate later on, Akhromayev said.

oeComrade Minister, there's something else. Alekseyev said.

oeGo on, the Minister replied.

oeI've sent a courier from my staff out on the airlift, Major Arkady Sorokin. He flew out to Mexico, and should be en route to Moscow by now. He's got copies of all of our reports, supply figures, as well as both photographs and videotapes of conditions in the pocket. He's to brief you, General Grachev, and a number of candidate members of the Politburo. Such as Comrades Gorbachev, Sergetov, and Yeltsin. Alekseyev said.

oeI've heard his name: Didn't he lead his airborne battalion out of that Midland-Odessa debacle Akhromayev asked.

oeYes, Comrade Minister, and he was wounded in the process. He's been on the staff here ever since his release from the hospital. I politely suggest, and suggest strongly, that when he briefs you, that you and your staff listen to him. He's come from here, and the picture he will show is a far cry from what the Defense Council wants to see and hear.

oeDon't worry about that. He'll find a very receptive audience when I see him. Is there anyone else he should see Akhromayev asked.

oeComrade Minister, I think that General Mosiyev, the commander of the Moscow Military District, should be briefed, and that Major Sorokin should also see General Arbatov, the commander of the Leningrad MD, as well.

Marshal Akhromayev knew full well why those two had been suggested. Both generals had been urging Akhromayev that the Soviets cut their losses and come to a negotiated peace with the Americans and their allies. And he also knew why those three candidate Politburo members had been named: they, too, had urged some kind of settlement that would allow the USSR to end the war with its honor intact-what little of it there was left. Fat chance of that happening, Akhromayev knew. The last time the Defense Council had authorized such approaches to the Americans had been prior to the Battle of Wichita. Those talks in Zurich-informal ones,he knew, had ended abruptly when the news from Wichita had hit the newspapers in Europe. And the Americans, along with the Canadian and British representatives, had simply told the Soviets that the issue would be settled on the battlefield from then on, then they all had walked out. There had been several approaches to try and get a settlement since, but all Soviet offers, even very generous ones, had been summarily rejected. And if I was the American Secretary of Defense, Akhromayev thought, I'd be urging the President to do just that. They're not interested, and they mean to have us. oeAll right, Alekseyev. I'll get out of your hair for the time being. Get some rest, because I doubt that the Americans will let you have much time for that once daybreak over there comes.

oeYes, Comrade Minister, Alekseyev said. oeAnd Comrade Minister, let me say that it has been an honor to serve under your command. Just in case circumstances do not allow us to speak again.

oeThank you, Alekseyev Hopefully, we'll still be able to talk before the end. And good luck. Then Akhromayev cut the connection.

Alekseyev put the phone down. He went back to the Operations Room, where Chibisov, Dudorov, and Sergetov were waiting. oeAnything

All three looked at each other. Then Chibisov spoke. oeNothing new, and I suspect there won't be until first light, Comrade Marshal.

oeThat's a relief. Dudorov, is that safe-conduct pass prepared Alekseyev asked.

oeYes, it is, Comrade Marshal.

oeGood. Sergetov, when the time comes, bring Commander Carlisle to me. And it won't be long.

Sergetov nodded. oeOf course, Comrade Marshal.

Alekseyev looked again at the map. oeAll right. Get some rest, all of you. Because we'll be so busy in the coming days, you'll all be glad you had some sleep tonight. Wake me at 0400, Sergetov, Alekseyev said.

Colonel Sergetov nodded. oeYes, Comrade Marshal.

oeOne other thing. Chibisov, have our coastal defenses stand to. I don't want them caught asleep when those Marines land. Alekseyev said.

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And it goes on to the last full day of the battle:

2355 Hours: Federal Building, Brownsville.

Ambassador Markarev's car pulled up to the building that housed the offices of the oeLiberation Government, and as he got out, he noticed the Cuban Ambassador, Lorenzo, coming up as well. oeGood evening, Hector, Markarev said pleasantly as Lorenzo got out of his own car.

oeSome evening, Lorenzo spat. oeI know you're trying to be optimistic, but there's damned little to be optimistic about.

oeI know. From what Marshal Alekseyev's told me, it could be over in forty-eight hours. Maybe less. Markarev said.

oeThat fast

oeYes, if the Imperialists land their Marines and airborne troops. Alekseyev has hardly anything left to oppose such landings, and if they do land.... Markarev's voice trailed off as he drew a finger across his throat.

Lorenzo shook his head. oeWell, I for one, do not plan to be here if they do land. President Castro's orders: I'm to take my staff out as soon as possible.

oeThat's the reason I'm here as well: Foreign Minister Tumansky has ordered me and my staff out as well. So I guess we both bid farewell to President Hall and this place called Texas.

Lorenzo nodded as both diplomats went into the building's foyer. They noticed the armed ALA and PSD personnel, as well as some KGB officers: the oeadvisors to the PSD. Unlike their last visit, the generator had run out of fuel, and so they had to go up four flights of stairs to Hall's office. When they got there, they saw Vice-President Davis shouting on the phone, her office lit by candlelight, and documents being taken down below. Maybe someone had finally convinced that bitch to destroy her papers, Makarev thought. Then they came to Hall's office. The President's secretary shook their hands, then went in to announce them.

oePresident Hall will see you now, the man said when he returned.

Both ambassadors went in, and they found Hall sitting at his desk, staring out the window behind his desk. The two diplomats looked at each other, then Makarev spoke, oeComrade President

Hall turned around, and his eyes lit up when he saw the two ambassadors. oeAmbassador Makarev, and Ambassador Lorenzo. I am truly glad to see the both of you. Please, have a seat.

The two sat down. oeComrade President, we have some good news, and, I'm sorry to say, some bad news as well. Makarev said.

Hall took notice, and Markarev thought the man was coming out of whatever fantasy world he was living in. oeGood news for a change Please, tell me.

oeTwo of the planes with those staff members that you had wished evacuated have arrived in Cuba. They will make preparations to receive the rest of your staff, and of course, you and your cabinet tomorrow, Makarev reported.

oeAnd the bad Hall asked.

Lorenzo spoke next. oeComrade President, I'm sorry to report that the third plane did not arrive. It was shot down about a hundred kilometers off the coast. There were no survivors, it seems.

Hall nodded sadly. oeI understand.

oeAnd Comrade President, there is one other thing: both of our respective diplomatic missions are shutting down, Makarev said.

oeSo it has come to that Hall asked. oeAnd thus the dream has really come to an end.

oeI am afraid so, Lorenzo said. oeHowever, thanks to President Fidel, you will be able to continue the struggle from Havana, until you and your government can get to Moscow.

Hall nodded. oeAnd do we know what the Fascists have in mind once they're through here he asked.

oeNo, Comrade President, Makarev said. oeThere's no consensus. Some say they'll continue south into Mexico, and march all the way to Mexico City. Others feel that the Imperialists will force Mexico to sign a separate peace, and then attack Cuba, the Russian said, looking at his Cuban counterpart. oeAnd then there are those who believe that they'll blockade and bomb Cuba, while moving forces to fight in Canada.

oeSo no one really knows what the Reactionaries have in mind Hall asked.

oeThat is correct, Comrade President, Lorenzo said. oeOur own intelligence is just as divided.

Hall nodded again. oeWhichever way, the dream of a socialist America is over, he said with tears in his eyes. He then looked at the Soviet ambassador. oeWhen do we-my remaining staff and cabinet-leave

Makarev chose his words carefully. oeThat, I do not know exactly, but it'll likely be after noon. I will, of course, try and get a more exact time of departure.

oeThank you, Ambassador, for everything. I only wish that things had turned out differently, but one cannot change the past, no matter what he wishes. Hall said. oeI do plan on leaving something for the Imperialists to find, however.

Makarev and Lorenzo exchanged glances. oeWhat do you mean, Comrade President Lorenzo asked.

oeI've made some videotapes, explaining my position. Vice-President Davis has done the same, and others have left written statements. Hopefully, people will understand, and the American people will realize my actions were all in good faith.

Not much chance of that, Makarev thought. He looked at Lorenzo, who seemed to be thinking the same thing. oePerhaps so, Comrade President.

oePerhaps, Hall said.

Makarev and Lorenzo stood. oeAt least, we'll see you off, Comrade President, and then we'll get out of here ourselves.

oeThank you, again, for everything. And I will be glad to see you again tomorrow. Hall said.

All three shook hands and then the two ambassadors left. After they got to the foyer and left the building, only then did the two ambassadors talk freely. oeWhat are the chances he and his cabinet get to Havana Lorenzo asked.

Makarev looked back towards the building. Then he turned to the Cuban. oeNo better than fifty-fifty at best. If the Americans put everything they have in the air tomorrow, Hall and his people will be lucky if only one plane gets through.


0015 Hours: 4 September, 1989. 398th Coastal Defense Missile Battalion, Boca Chica State Park, Texas.


Captain Kokarev sat in his command bunker, overlooking the beach. He'd received word from the Admiral, and had stood his men to. Though he had reload missiles, he knew full well that the Americans were not likely to give his men a second chance in that regard. When faced with the firepower that was lurking offshore, one could only do their best, and little else. Even though the best job one could do would hardly dent a battleship or heavy cruiser, and given how obsolete his missiles were, Kokarev felt they had to try anyway.

It wasn't just the missile crews, but he'd formed excess personnel into an infantry company, and his men were now at the alert, waiting. He scanned the sea again, seeing nothing, then turned to his deputy.

oeVitaly, if this turns out to be a false alarm, Kokarev said, shaking his head, oeI'd like to know who advised the Admiral to order us to stand to.

oeWe've had a couple of alerts before, Comrade Captain, and then there's those Marines on Brazos Island, the deputy said, referring to the American helicopter assault that had taken that island the previous evening.

Kokarev nodded. At least I don't have to worry about a Zampolit, he thought. The 369th's Political Officer had been wounded in an air attack a week earlier, and had not returned. It actually felt good for a change, not having a Party Stooge watching over his shoulder, giving useless political lectures to the men, and generally getting in the way. When this war is over, he vowed, things need to change, and getting rid of the Zampolits would be a good way to start. oeAnd those Marines can see us, though not as well as we can see them, Vitaly.

oeQuite so, Comrade Captain. But we're ready for whatever comes our way.

oeGet the men to digging more holes. When those battleships come, there's going to be shells raining down, and I want our men under as much cover as possible, Kokarev said.

The deputy raised an eyebrow. oeEven now Comrade Captain, we've got plenty of protection.

oeEven now. And tell the men if they'd rather be tired or dead while they're digging. Get to it, right away.

oeYes, Comrade Captain.


0035 Hours: K-236, the Gulf of Mexico

oeCaptain to CCP! the loudspeaker barked.

Captain Padorin had been in the torpedo room, talking to the torpedomen and the officer-in-charge of the compartment. He raced back to the CCP, where he found Antukyh, the Officer of the Watch, waiting. oeYes

oeComrade Captain, we have sonar contacts on the surface bearing zero-four-zero, range 20,000 meters, Antukyh reported. oeNo identification as yet.

Padorin went into the sonar room. The chief sonarman on duty pointed at his display. oeHow many ships Padorin asked.

oeSix, Comrade Captain, the man replied.

The captain nodded. He turned to Antukyh. oeBattle Stations.

The general alarm sounded, and once again, officers and crew raced to their stations. Back to work, the Captain thought. oeThe Captain has the deck and the con. Bring us to periscope depth.

The diving officer relayed the command, and soon, the boat was at periscope depth. The Starpom began the track, with Shelpin assisting him. Then the sonar officer reported in. oeSix ships bearing zero-three-eight, range 15,000 meters.

Padorin nodded. oeUp scope. As the periscope came up, he went to take a look. First he swung the periscope around, making sure there were no other contacts, then he saw the outlines of ships when he took the periscope to full magnification. oeSeveral ships, but I can't tell what type. Down scope, and raise the ESM antenna.

The ESM came up, and the operator noted several radars-both ship and most disturbing, airborne. oeOne appears to be a helicopter radar, Comrade Captain, the operator reported. oeAn LN-66 radar, Comrade Captain.

oeThat means an SH-2 is out there, the Starpom noted.

oeWe have identification on four ships, Comrade Captain, one Spruance or Kidd, one Charles F. Adams, one Perry, and one Farragut. Nothing yet on the other two, the sonar officer reported.

Padorin turned to the weapons officer. oeYuri, weapons

oeFour Klub missiles left, plus two Type-65s, for long-range shooting. A full load of torpedoes if you wish to get closer, the weapons officer replied.

oeWe'll do this just like last time. Put two missiles on the Perry, one on the Adams, and one on the Spruance or Kidd. Then whoever takes missile hits, send a torpedo their way. Load two MG-74 decoys in the empty 65 tubes as well. Once the torpedoes are gone, we'll fire the decoys. Padorin said.

Nodding, the weapons officer relayed the order to the torpedo room. The sonar officer relayed range and bearing, then gave identifications on the last two ships. oeOne Knox, and one more Adams, the sonar officer reported.

oeVery well. Weapons status

Tubes loaded and ready in all aspects, Comrade Captain. the Weapons Officer replied.

oeLet me know when you have a shooting solution, Padorin ordered.

oeAye. the man replied. A couple of minutes passed, then it came. oeSolution light on missiles one through four.

oeFlood tubes, and open outer doors.

oeTubes ready, Comrade Captain,

Padorin looked at the Starpom and Shelpin. He turned to the weapons officer. oeFire.

Four SS-N-27 missiles shot from the tubes, and their booster engines ignited. They soon raced for their targets.

Up above, the American ASW group was east of the amphibious force, expecting that any submarines attempting to interfere would be coming from the east. They were surprised when four missiles came in from the west, but reacted sharply. The Kidd-class destroyer Scott fired two SM-1 missiles at the missile targeting her, and the inbound weapon took a hit and exploded well short of the ship. The destroyer Semmes also fired, and she, too, exploded the weapon targeting her. But the Perry-class frigate Clark wasn't so fortunate. Her CIWS 20-mm gun exploded one missile short of the ship, spraying her with missile fragments, but the second struck home, exploding in the superstructure, engulfing the bridge and CIC in the explosion, and leaving her dead in the water.

oeOne hit, Comrade Captain, the sonar officer reported. oeThe Perry has stopped.

Padorin nodded again. oePut one Type-65 on her, and have the other Type-65 on the nearest ship.

oeThat would be a Knox-class, Comrade Captain, the sonar officer replied.

oeMake it so, Yuri, and fast. Padorin said.

The weapons officer worked the solution, and nodded. oeTubes ready. Weapons ready, Comrade Captain. Decoys ready.

oeVery well, Yuri. Padorin said. oeFire.

Two Type-65 torpedoes shot from K-236 and began running to their targets. Running time: eleven minutes.

oeLaunch decoys, and get us out of here. Right full rudder, new course one-five-zero, and make depth two hundred meters. Make turns for twenty knots. Padorin ordered.

Two decoys were also fired, and the MG-74s ran different courses, with Padorin hoping they attracted American attention, maybe convincing them there were two submarines, as K-236 made its getaway.



0040 Hours: 4th Guards Tank Army Headquarters, Harlingen, Texas.

General Suraykin looked at his map one more time. The Americans had halted for the night, and though he was certain at first they'd renew the attack after midnight, so far, though, there'd been no sign of an attack. He turned to his operations officer. oeAnything from General Nikonov at 38th Tanks

oeHe reports no sign of enemy activity to his front, Comrade General, the operations man said.

General Golvoko, the chief of staff, spoke up. oeSo what's XVIII Airborne Corps doing

oeThat, Golvoko, is a very good question. Suraykin replied. He turned to his intelligence officer. oeAny ideas

oeComrade General, with no prisoners to interrogate, I can only speculate, the intelligence officer responded.

oeThen do so, Suraykin snapped.

oeComrades, the man said, addressing not only Suraykin, but the other staff officers. oeIt could be any number of reasons. First, they may be running low on supplies-such as fuel and ammunition, and the Corps commander may have decided to hold up so that he can replenish. Second, it may be a decision from higher up-at Third Army Headquarters,

oeGeneral Powell, you mean. Suraykin noted.

oeYes, Comrade General, the man replied. oePowell may have something in mind elsewhere, and wants a coordinated operation as a result. Then there's the real likelihood of what they call 'friendly fire', especially from their aircraft, and Corps may have decided to hold off until morning, said the intelligence man.

oeAnd it could be a combination of all of those factors, Golvoko commented.

oeYes, Comrade chief of staff, it could. the man replied.

General Suraykin nodded silently, digesting the information. Then he pointed at the map. oeSo, where will the crisis point come

Golvoko spoke up. oeI'd load up at the airport, Comrade General. Take the 12th Armored Cavalry away from the 29th Division, reinforce the 7th Armored, and come down from that direction. Push 38th Tanks aside, and get into the rear of not only 24th Tanks, but also the 105th Guards Airborne.

oeAnd if they did that, we'd be making a hasty withdrawal to avoid being cut off, and they'd have us for breakfast, the operations man said.

oeIntelligence Suraykin asked.

oeThe 77-83 junction is still very possible. Make a demonstration at the airport, and punch a hole in our defense at the junction. They've come close at least twice, and there's no reason they won't do it again. the intelligence officer ventured.

oeAnd a combination of the two would be worst-case, in any eventuality Suraykin asked, though this was for the record. He personally believed that was exactly what his counterpart at XVIII Airborne Corps had in mind.

The staff nodded. Golvoko himself feared that possibility worst of all. And if that happened, there wasn't much the 4th Guards could do about it. oeYes, it would, Comrade General.

Suraykin nodded. oeVery well. I imagine sleep will be in short supply in the coming hours. I'm going to get some sleep. That goes for all of you. Golvoko, wake me at 0500. Sooner if anything develops. Suraykin said. And this will likely be the last day, he thought to himself.

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0046 Hours: K-236, The Gulf of Mexico


As K-236 dove for the deep, Captain Padorin was standing next to the sonar room, checking the display. Then he turned to the weapons officer. oeYuri, running time

oeLess than a minute, Comrade Captain, replied the weapons officer, checking his stopwatch.


Up above, the ASW Group was busy: not only were they working to prosecute and kill whoever had attacked them, but the Americans were also busy fishing sailors from the water as the frigate Clark had been rapidly reduced to a burning wreck. Her captain and executive officer had both been killed, and it had fallen to the ship's damage-control officer, the highest ranking survivor, to order Abandon Ship. Most of the crew who had survived had left the ship, and had either been picked up by boats launched from other ships, or by helicopter. Only a few were still aboard, making sure there was no one left behind who was still alive.

Aboard the destroyer Scott, a sonar operator checked her display, and then she yelled into her headset. oeTorpedoes in the water! Two torpedoes bearing two-one-eight!

The ships began taking evasive action, and also streamed their Nixie torpedo decoys. If these were Type-65s, they had a fair chance of decoying the torpedoes, even though they were wake-homers. And two ships, Scott and the Farragut-class destroyer Dewey, counterfired torpedoes down the bearing of the incoming weapons. Then the Type-65s found their targets.

Clark never had a chance: one torpedo exploded beneath the hull, just aft of amidships, and the explosion blew the frigate in half. Those who hadn't left the ship were killed, and both halves of the frigate quickly sank. Of 206 crew, 122 either went down with the ship or died of injuries later.

The second Type-65 found the Knox-class frigate Valdez, exploding just past the stern. The big fish's warhead blew the stern off the frigate all the way to the helicopter hangar, and caused extensive shock damage to the rest of the ship. Though the frigate was doomed, she managed to stay afloat long enough for the other ships in the group to conduct rescue operations. Still, of a crew of 282, 74 were lost.


oeTwo hits, Comrade Captain! the sonar officer reported.

Padorin turned to the weapons officer. oeWell done, Yuri. The weapons officer nodded as Padorin turned back to the sonar officer. oeAny incoming torpedoes

oeNo, Comrade Captain. There were two torpedoes-Mark 46s, apparently-but they've run out of fuel. the sonar officer said.

oeLet's get beneath the layer some more, Padorin decided. He turned to the diving officer. oeMake your depth two hundred and fifty meters, and make turns for ten knots. New course: one-five-zero.

K-236 settled on the new heading, and slipped away from the hunt taking place astern.


0100 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, along U.S. 281, near Rangerville, Texas.

Colonel Herrera woke up with a start. He'd been sleeping in his command vehicle, and unknowingly echoing General Suraykin, he silently thanked whoever it was that had given him a sleeping bag. It was a lot better than just a blanket, and much more comfortable. Herrera looked around at first, then decided to check on things before getting some more sleep. He walked over to the command point was, and found his executive officer keeping watch. oeMajor.

oeComrade Colonel, I didn't see you. the executive officer replied.

oeNot to worry Fernando. I just decided to check on how things are before going back to sleep. Anything happening, or are they asleep just as we are Herrera asked.

The executive officer shook his head. oeNothing going on, Comrade Colonel. They're asleep, it looks like.

Herrera went to an observation point, and peered out in the distance with a starlight scope. He knew full well the Americans could see farther with their thermal sights than he could see himself, but what he saw verified the executive officer's report. Herrera went back to the command point, nodding. oeMaybe you're right, Fernando. Still, make sure the men on watch are alert.

oeYes, Comrade Colonel, the exec replied.

oeI'm going to get some more sleep. Wake me if anything develops. Herrera said, walking back to his command vehicle.

The exec nodded. oeIt will be done, Comrade Colonel, the man said.

Herrera nodded, and climbed back into his command BTR-60. The driver was on watch, but the rest of the vehicle's crew was asleep on the ground. He got back into his sleeping bag and went back to sleep.


0120 Hours: Soviet 105th Guards Air Assault Division/41st Independent Tank Regiment, Harlingen, Texas.


Major Butakov peered outside the window of his command post. It was strange, not seeing the tracer duels that had been an hourly occurrence at night, ever since his regiment had arrived and taken up its positions. The occasional crack of a rifle, though, showed that it was still dangerous, for snipers were still active-on both sides, and on occasion, someone's bullet found a target. Other than that, it was eerily
quiet, with no artillery fire, no sounds of tanks or other armored vehicles moving about, in fact, hardly anything at all. And that made him uneasy. Then he crawled into a room away from the shooting and found his regimental staff, still at work. oeSo, anything new, either from Division, or from the 41st he asked his staff.

His deputy replied. oeNo, Comrade Major, nothing. But so far, it's like this all over the front, and not just with Division. It's happening everywhere along the line, from what Division has said.

oeThey're up to something. I can feel it. Butakov said, and he saw his chief of staff-along with his deputy, nod. oeBut what

oeThat, Comrade Commander, we don't know. Without any prisoners.... his intelligence officer said, his voice trailing off.

oeI know. They're probably resting up, and getting ready for the morning. They'll be coming down both Highway 77 and Highway 83, and they'll be out for blood, Butakov said. He turned to his supply officer. oeHow much is left

oeComrade Commander, we have one unit of fire for all regimental weapons. That's all we have. When that's gone,

oeWhen that's gone, so are we, Butakov said, and the supply officer nodded. oeTalk to Division again. See if we can't get some airdrops close to our position in the morning. Find out if those Air Force blockheads are willing to do whatever it takes to keep us fighting.

The chief of staff nodded. oeYes, Comrade Major.

A runner then came into the command post. oeComrade Commander, Colonel Chesnikov wants to see you right away.

Butakov nodded, and went to follow the runner. Both managed to get to where the command point for the 41st Tank Regiment was, and Colonel Chesnikov was there, sitting beside his T-80. oeComrade Commander, Major Butakov, the runner said as he reported.

Chesnikov stood up. oeMajor, Glad to see you still alive,

oeAnd you, Comrade Colonel. May I ask why I'm here Butakov asked.

oeYou may. How soon can you be ready for all-around defense Chesnikov wanted to know.

oeNot that long, Comrade Colonel, was the reply.

oeGood. Now, I've got my channel to Army headquarters, and they're worried about the possibility we may get outflanked. It's not likely, but possible, nonetheless. Just be ready in case we have to conduct an all-around defense. Chesnikov said.

Butakov nodded. oeWe'll be ready, Comrade Colonel. But whether or not we'll have a lot to fight with...

oeI know, Major. My regiment's in the same position. We've shot off half of our ammunition, and haven't been able to restock from regimental supply due to those aircraft and helicopters. With this lull, maybe we can. If not...my orders are to fight with what I've got left. said Chesnikov.

Butakov understood what that meant. Fight to the last round, then, and only then, one could give up. Not before. oeIs there anything else, Comrade Colonel

oeNo. Just watch the right, and the rear. If it appears we're being pocketed, call it out on the radio. Don't worry about code, just do it in plain language. Get it out-fast. Chesnikov said.

Butakov saluted and headed back to his command post. And this time, he barely made it back, for twice, snipers took shots at him and they'd barely missed.

0200 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.

General Petrov woke up from a fitful sleep. He'd been camped out in his office, sleeping on a cot, and had been asleep for four hours, when a staff officer came in. oeComrade General, this just came for you, the man said as Petrov woke up.

oeWhat is it he asked groggily.

oeComrade General, I suggest you read the message, the staffer said, handing Petrov a message form.

Petrov took it and read it by flashlight. oeAll right. When do they expect to be here

oeComrade General, perhaps a second message will tell us. All we were told was to expect some Mi-26s in from Mexico this morning.

The Mi-26 was the largest transport helicopter in the world-just beating out the American CH-53E for that honor. And it could carry 85 troops or plenty of supplies. Oh, there'd been numerous helicopter flights into and out of the pocket, mainly Mi-8s or Mi-17s, but no heavy lift like the Mi-6 or the Mi-26. Now, for whatever reason, there would be the heavy lifters coming in. And Petrov knew that those would be easy and tempting targets for American fighters, no doubt about it. oeVery well, Petrov said. oeNotify our Frontal Aviation comrades in Victoria and Monterrey. See if they can't get some fighter sorties to cover the helicopter lift.

oeRight away, Comrade General.

oeAnd one other thing, Petrov said.

The staffer stopped. oeComrade General

oeSpecialists are priority for those going out via the helicopter lifts. Is that clear Petrov asked.

oeIt is, Comrade General, the staffer responded.

oeGood. Now, unless there's an attack, I'm going back to sleep. Wake me at 0400 if there's no attacks, Petrov ordered.

oeYes, Comrade General, the staffer said, closing the office door behind him.

Well, now. Thank you, Lukin. We never did know why the helicopters weren't used earlier, but now.....but it's not going to be enough. Another 'too little and too late' item we should've done from the start. At least some of those who need to get out of here will get that chance. Now, will this be our Saigon, or will it still turn out to be a bloodbath in the sky, Petrov thought.

[Schone23666]

Good read. One almost feels sorry for the Soviets just hanging on in Texas.

K-236 has been rather lucky so far....but how long will their luck hold So far they've encountered ASW groups and come away with several kills...but what if they were to say, encounter a Los Angeles class sub or two prowling the waters That would be interesting.

[Olefin]

A great read and a compelling story - and that sub is getting very very lucky - have a feeling with as many kills as he has had that its going to get at least one Los Angeles class going after it if not two - the story as a whole has some great touches - including some very graphic details that many ignore in their stories about war

cant wait to see more installments

[Matt Wiser]

And the clock keeps ticking...


0220 Hours: 38th Tank Division, Rio Grande Valley International Airport, Harlingen, Texas.


General Nikonov stepped out of his command vehicle, and went to the where the 327th Tank Regiment's command post was situated, just south of the airport perimeter. A soldier on watch stopped him, but when he recognized the general, called for the Sergeant of the Guard. Nikonov went to the regimental command post, where Colonel Anatoly Pushkin was waiting. oeComrade General,

oePushkin, Nikonov said. oeAll quiet I wanted to have a look for myself, before things get started.

oeAll is quiet to the north, Comrade General, Pushkin replied. oeIt looks like they're all asleep.

oeNot for long, Colonel. I take it you're on normal night watch

oeAbsolutely, Comrade General! Pushkin replied. A normal night watch had one-third of the men awake at all times, with the rest asleep. What worried Niknonov, though, was that the Americans could be coming, and they'd see his men before they could see the Americans.

oeGood, Colonel. Is your regimental reconnaissance out Niknonov asked.

oeYes, Comrade General, Pushkin replied. oeThey've gone north about two kilometers, and have only found wrecked vehicles and aircraft-along with bodies. As you instructed, they halted before going any further.

Nikonov nodded. oeExcellent,Colonel. At least we'll have some warning for when they come, or at least, I hope we will.

oeYes, Comrade General. But so far, there's not a sign of the enemy. Pushkin said.

oeThat won't last. Come daybreak, there's going to be tanks and fighting vehicles coming down those runways, and all over the airport. M-60A4s with those 120 guns, and Bradleys and their TOW missiles. And the sky's going to be full of aircraft-mostly theirs, but ours as well. Remind your air-defense people not to knock down our own planes.

Pushkin nodded. oeThey've been told, Comrade General.

oeTell them again, Nikonov ordered. As he turned to leave, he said one more thing. oePushkin There's this: if we go, the entire Army will be outflanked. And they'll have 28th Army as well. Give them our best, no matter what.

oeWe will, Comrade General! Pushkin said, with a little too much enthusiasm in his voice.

As General Nikonov returned to his command vehicle, he knew that most of the 327th was going to die come morning. He'd talked to some survivors from 20th Tanks and even the Rogachev Guards. The Americans had been very methodical-and very precise. Every tank, every armored personnel carrier or infantry fighting vehicle, every artillery or antitank gun, and every truck, had been destroyed or simply knocked out. And he fully expected the same fury to descend on his division come first light. A pity about Colonel Pushkin, though. Three years at Freunze as an instructor, and he finally gets the combat command he desired. Only now, his first battle in America is going to be his last. He'd seen his share of commanders with too much enthusiasm before, and he'd been a regimental commander then, at a place hardly any Russian had heard of until May, 1987. At a place called Wichita.



0245 Hours: 175th Naval Infantry Brigade, South Padre Island, Texas

Major Lazarev peered out to sea from the ground floor of his headquarters. Mentally, he cursed whoever had ordered his unit-and the other units tasked with coastal defense-to a full alert status. As if the Americans would risk a landing now, in the dead of night. No, they'd wait, until daybreak, and before that, they'd bombard the defenses with not only carrier aircraft, but those battleships. And word of the Brazos Island landing had been passed around, so he imagined that was why his unit (among others) had been alerted.

Now, as he peered through his binoculars, he saw nothing. Shaking his head, he went up to the fifth floor, where the lookouts from the now-wrecked destroyer Boiky had set up their observation point after an American cruiser had shelled the area-and rooftop access was now hazardous, at best. There, he found Captain Lieutenant Kamarov, the former executive officer of the Boiky, sitting behind some very powerful glasses. Kamarov turned, and spotted Lazarev, oeGood morning, Comrade Major,

oeThe same to you, Kamarov, Lazarev replied.Anything from your vantage point

oeNothing so far, the destroyer officer said. oeMy guess is that they'll wait until daybreak to show themselves. Then we'll be in for it.

oeThat's assuming they land here, Lazarev pointed out.

oeTrue, but even if their appearance here is a diversion, there's nothing diversionary about those forty-centimeter shells they'll be dropping in on us. Kamarov reminded the naval infantry officer.

Lazarev shook at that. He remembered how bad it had been when the cruiser Des Moines had shelled the area, and those had been twenty-centimeter rounds. And there were four battleships that could, in theory, be pounding away at his defenses, clearing the way for the U.S. Marines to land. oeQuite so, Comrade. Quite so. But there's nothing at the moment'

oeNot a sign. Kamarov said. oeOur field phone still works. You'll get word if we sight anything.

oeLet me know the instant you sight any ships coming in, Kamarov ordered. oeAt least, we can get to shelter and ride out the bombardment.

Kamarov thought for a moment. Was the naval infantryman crazy, or just optimistic But, he remembered, there were other possible landing sites, and those battleships couldn't be everywhere at once. oeThere is that, Comrade Major.


0305 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, U.S. 281, southwest of Rangerville, Texas.

Colonel Herrera woke up in his command vehicle, and this time, he was fully awake and alert. He checked his watch, and found that he'd gotten about five hours of sleep. It would have to do, he knew, and today promised to be as busy as the previous one. The Colonel got out of his command vehicle, where several of his men were still asleep on the ground, and quietly went over to the regiment's command post. There, he found his executive officer, and several staff officers, quietly talking. oeComrades

The executive officer turned. oeComrade Colonel, you're up early.

oeI'm fully awake, and decided to go ahead and get up, Fernando. Is there anything new

The executive officer motioned for one of the staff orderlies to get a cup of coffee for the Colonel. After he did so, he reported, oeNo, Comrade Colonel, nothing yet. Though Major Murayev was here a half-hour ago. He's sent some of his men out ahead of us. When the Americans come, we'll get some warning at least.

Herrera nodded. The Soviet air-assault troopers were showing just how tough they were-and how their officers could use their heads when things demanded it. Murayev had been an Afghan vet before coming to America, and he'd brought that experience with him. Perhaps that explained his continued survival: a year in Afghanistan, and four years here, and the man hadn't even had so much as a scratch. oeVery good , Fernando. Go get some rest yourself, I'll take over here, until stand-to. When the executive officer hesitated, Herrera reminded him, oeThat's an order, Fernando.

The man nodded, and went off to his own vehicle to get some sleep. As he did so, Herrera told the duty staff, oeWake up your counterparts, and get them here. Then get some rest yourselves. You'll be glad you did. As they did so, Major Murayev came in. oeAh, Major. Have your men reported anything

The air-assault officer shook his head. oeNo, Comrade Colonel. Nothing serious. Though they did draw some fire as they set up. Probably from someone who thought he'd seen something and opened fire. No casualties, though.

Herrera nodded. It was a common enough occurrence, and often not worth reporting. oeHow many do you have out

oeTwo platoons, Comrade Colonel, the Soviet major replied.

oeGood. Because until we stand-to at daybreak, they're the only warning we'll have, Herrera said.


To the north, along the highway, Captain Nancy Kozak's company team was in the same position as the Cubans: most of them were still asleep. Though Kozak herself had awakened at 0300, having snatched about five hours' sleep herself. Like Colonel Herrera, she was fully awake, and decided not to go back to sleep. But she checked her map, reading it by a red flashlight, and thought to herself, Soon, Fidel. Soon. We're going to Brownsville today, and just you try and stop us.


0325 Hours: 315th Independent Transport Helicopter Regiment, near Villa Hermosa, Mexico.


Major Gregori Sabin was not a happy man at the moment. Someone, he thought, had lost his head, and as a result, he and his fellow pilots and crew members stood a chance of getting themselves killed in the process. His Regiment-though a regiment in name only-had received orders to start flying into and out of the pocket, bringing supplies in, and taking people out. With what, he asked. Only four Mi-26s remained, and one of those was unserviceable. The Americans had been out looking for any helicopter or transport fields-and bombing them heavily whenever they found them. And whenever a helicopter was found in the air, it was an easy target for any American aircraft, and he knew full well that any self-respecting fighter pilot would gladly go for a helicopter and rack up an easy kill. And a fully laden Mi-26 was easy prey for such fighter pilots.

Sabin's regiment had been stationed in Kaunas, Lithuania, prior to deploying to Mexico, and he'd seen a great deal of action since the war began in 1985. San Antonio, Austin, Fort Worth, Tulsa, the Ozarks, he'd been there for all of it. And then they'd been kicked back south, and he'd flown missions evacuating wounded and flying in supplies to places like Dallas, before getting sent unceremoniously packing again. And now, the 315th was back where they'd started, but only this time, his squadron was a shadow of its former self. And the same went for the regiment: Of two Mi-8 squadrons and two Mi-26 squadrons, there were only five Mi-8s left total, and only four Mi-26s. And due to casualties, he was the acting regimental commander, something he'd rather not have. At least I don't have a Zampolit, he thought, and that's the only good thing about it. He went over to the air command post, where he found his deputy, who was busy checking the maintenance records. oeYuri,

Captain Yuri Kovpak looked up from the records he was checking. oeMajor. Just checking all the records of the available helicopters.

oeGood. Because I have a feeling this is going to be our Saigon today. I want all three aircraft flying as long as possible. Sabin said.

oeThat bad The fixed-wing airlift's been a mess, and I thought they were keeping us out. Kovpak said.Our loss rate's been prohibitive.

oeIt's that bad. And probably going to be worse. Between you and me, they've got two days left there. At the most. There's a lot of people-wounded and others-who need to get out. And we may be their last chance if the airlift closes. Sabin reminded his deputy.

oeAt least we won't have to refuel. Just get everyone out, load up on supplies, and get back in, Kovpak said. oeWhat about air cover If those F-16s or F-20s find us....

oeNo guarantees, but we should have fighters overhead. Should, Yuri, Sabin said, remembering the mission orders they'd received the previous afternoon.

oeShould, Kovpak said. oeHow many times have we seen American fighters get in among the transports And not a single MiG or Sukhoi in sight.

oeEnough. But we have no choice but to try. Sabin reminded his friend.

oeWhen do we start, then Kovpak asked. Soon, they'd have to wake everyone up who was needed.

oeDaybreak. And we'll be at it all day, or until we're either shot down or forced down with a mechanical, Sabin pointed out.

Kovpak thought for a moment. He knew full well what their odds of getting through the day were. But like his CO, he was a professional to the end. oeI'd rather take the mechanical. Then I know I'll get home-eventually.



0350 Hours: 177th Independent Reconnaissance Battalion, 38th Tank Division, Rio Grande Valley International Airport, Harlingen, Texas.


Captain Ivan Penkov scanned the northern horizon from his BTR-70. He commanded the 38th Tanks' reconnaissance battalion, and he knew the Americans were out there, somewhere. General Nikonov himself had given him his orders: report the enemy advance, then fall back. Information was needed, not heroics, and the General had repeatedly stressed that, not only to Penkov, but to his company commanders. Though his long-range reconnaissance company was out, he doubted they'd return, for he'd heard tank fire and what sounded like cannon fire from a Bradley several times, followed by fireballs. All he knew was that they had not reported since passing the line of departure, and after that, nothing. He'd reported that to division, and was told to continue his mission.

Now, he scanned the runways and their approaches. Burned-out vehicles and corpses littered the whole area, and the airport buildings had been reduced to rubble, and his own reconnaissance vehicles and tanks lurked among them, watching and waiting. Penkov knew the Americans cold see farther at night than he could, and it was very likely the first sign that they were about would be one or more of his vehicles exploding. At least he'd ordered his dismounts outside, and some of them had occupied the wrecked buildings, using them as observation points.

His Zampolit came up to him. Senior Lieutenant Vladimir Gorenko, though a political officer, was no party hack. He was a combat veteran, having been in the company for over a year, and was well liked by the other officers, as well as the men. And for once, Penkov thought, if anything happens to me, I'd rather have Gorenko take over than someone who thinks Party dogma is a substitute for doctrine. oeVladimir, anything

oeNothing, Comrade Captain. Nothing at all. They must be asleep to the north. Gorenko responded.

oeThat won't last. From what the General said, they'll be coming down on us at first light, and we'll be in for it. Penko reminded his political officer.

oeThat's likely to be an understatement, Comrade Captain, Gorenko said. oeStill can't believe the 20th Tanks and the Rogachev Guards got shot to pieces. Those two divisions were among the best.

oeNot anymore, Penko said. oeWhat's left of them is just so much scrap.

Unknown to Penko or Gorenko, some American LRRP troopers were slipping into the airport. They'd easily avoided the Soviets-the lack of dismounts in quantity had enabled that, and now, they were reporting back on the Soviet strength at the airport. Their information confirmed what the Air Force had reported: reinforcements at the airport, and in division strength. The commander of the 7th Armored smiled. The Soviets had reinforced a failure, and he was more than willing to make them pay for that. He looked at his watch. Not that long, he knew. And then the Soviets would find themselves in a world of hurt. And he wasn't planning to stop until he reached the 77-83 Freeway. Then he planned to turn left and keep on going.

[Matt Wiser]

And the final assault is about to go in....


0405 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville

General Chibisov entered the Operations Room. He'd been awakened only a few minutes previously, and despite Marshal Alekseyev's orders to be awakened at 0400, the Chief of Staff knew that the Marshal needed sleep, much more than he or the rest of the staff did. Chibisov decided to let Marshal Alekseyev get some more rest, before waking him. He went over to the map, and found the deputy operations officer. oeAnything new Chibisov asked.

oeNo, Comrade General, nothing. We've gotten regular updates from the various headquarters, but so far, nothing unusual.

Chibisov nodded, and looked at the map again. oeI don't like it at all, he said. oePowell is up to something.

oeYes, Comrade General, but what the staffer replied.

oeThat is a very good question, Chibisov said as General Dudorov came into the room. oeGeneral,

oeComrade Chief of Staff, Dudorov said. oeWhere's the Marshal

oeHe needs his sleep. Let him sleep in for a while longer. If nothing's happening, I'd rather let him sleep some more. Chibisov said.

Dudorov nodded. oeYes. And so far, nothing is happening

oeNot even at sea, Chibisov replied.

Then one of the phones rang, and a staffer took the call. oeComrade Chief of Staff, it's South Padre Island. Some of the obstacles on the beach have been blown up, the man said.

oeBeach obstacles Dudorov asked. oeThat means there's going to be a landing.

oeOr simply a diversion, Chibisov commented. oeWhere, exactly

oeOn the southern tip of the Island, Comrade General, the staffer said.

Chibisov turned to Dudorov. oeNow something's happening. I'll go wake the Marshal.

Dudorov nodded agreement, as Chibisov went to Alekseyev's office. He knocked, and then entered. oeComrade Marshal

Alekseyev opened his eyes. oeHmm. It's you, Pavel Pavlovitich. What time is it

oe0410, Comrade Marshal. You needed some more sleep time, Though it was only ten minutes, I'm afraid. But something has happened, and it may be nothing, or the prelude to something.

Alekseyev stood up. oeI'll shave first. Then go to the operations room. You can tell me then. And get Colonel Sergetov.

Chibisov nodded and left the office. Alekseyev quickly shaved and took care of his morning routine, then went into the Operations Room. He found Sergetov there, waiting. oeComrades,

oeGood morning, Comrade Marshal, Sergetov said.

oeNow, what's happened

Chibisov took a pointer. oeSomeone, not quite a half-hour ago, blew up some of the beach obstacles on South Padre Island. Obviously it was a SEAL operation, but for what purpose

Alekseyev nodded. oeEither a landing is planned, or there's the first diversionary action. Either way, they're coming ashore. Today.

oeIt looks that way, Comrade Marshal. Chibisov said.

Alekseyev turned to Sergetov. oeInform General Andreyev. Tell him it's coming. Today.


0420 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.

General Petrov left his office, and went outside to find his engineering officer. Operations were planned to resume at first light, and he wanted a runway status update. On the way to the engineers, he noticed the number of wounded had grown. And he knew full well that there was no way all of them would get a ride out. Still, we have to try, he thought. And so it has come to this: the American adventure is in its final throes. If he'd had his way, there would have been an honorable way out months earlier, but since no one had been interested.... Still, he was a professional to the end, and he would do his duty.

Petrov came to the engineers, and found his engineering officer. oeWell, Colonel Runway status, please.

oeComrade General, the man replied. oeI've got crews out, repairing last evening's craters. Two craters, one each at two runway junctions. Both should be finished by 0500.

oeVery good, Petrov replied. oeAnd the drop zones

oeBeing checked now, Comrade General, the Colonel said. oeSo far, nothing. But the check's only half finished. My men are dead tired, as you know, and things aren't going as fast as they usually would.

Petrov nodded. oeI know, Comrade Colonel. But ask your men: Would they rather be tired or dead

oePoint taken, Comrade General. We'll get these runways finished by 0500. A foreign-object sweep, then we'll be ready for operations. the SAF colonel replied.

oeVery good. Keep at it, Petrov said.

The SAF man nodded as Petrov left to return to the Operations Room. He stopped to check the aircraft status board: two An-26s had been trapped overnight, and would leave first thing as soon as the runways were declared safe and ready. Also leaving would be an Il-76, and that Libyan AF C-130. How that plane had managed to get in and out without being shot down by either side was something that amazed him, but he decided not to ask. Maybe it's the fact that it's the last thing the Americans would expect, he thought. Then his communications officer came to him. oeComrade General, the first aircraft have left Cuban fields. We should have the first aircraft making drops at 0700.

oeExcellent, Major, Petrov said. oeYou should also be thinking about the destruct bill: if worse comes to worse, how fast can you destroy your codes and classified materials

oeI've got a couple of burn barrels prepared, Comrade General. It won't take long, I can promise you,

oeGood. Because it's likely that today may be our last day here. Be ready to implement the destruct bill at any moment. said Petrov.


0445 Hours: 76th Guards Air Assault Division/47th Tank Brigade, East of Brownsville, Texas.


General Andreyev was meeting with his regimental commanders, as well as with Colonel Sergei Glavchenko, the commander of the 47th Tank Brigade. Andreyev looked over the officers, and he'd served with the airborne officers ever since the beginning of the war, with the drop into Colorado. Now, it was down to this, and what might very well be the last day of the war-in this part of North America, anyway. Glavchenko, he only knew by reputation, but he'd carved out a name for himself as a hard-charging armor officer, who'd also been a little reckless at times, especially in the early days, but now...it wasn't recklessness that was needed, but caution.

oeSo, that's it, Comrades. We're now on full alert, and our task is simple: halt any inland progress of a Marine landing for as long as possible. Andreyev said.

Colonel Suslov, who led the 234th Guards Air Assault Regiment, nodded. oeAnd where do we deploy, Comrade General

oeRight now, we haven't been released. There are two possible landing sites: the first is on South Padre Island, though that's not likely due to the fact that the Queen Isabella causeway is rigged for demolition, though a SEAL operation to disarm the charges can't be ruled out. Andreyev remarked.

oeAnd the second Colonel Mikhail Ivanov, who had the 236th Guards Air Assault Regiment, asked.

oeRight here, at the eastern end of Highway 4, Andreyev said. It's more likely to be a landing site, due to the beach, and a good road leading away from the beach.

Andreyev's intelligence officer spoke next, oeThose tidal flats and lagoons will help, Comrade General.

oeThey're still within range of Naval Gunfire, and our task is to hold them outside the range of those battleship and cruiser guns, Andreyev replied. oeI think we can assume that we're headed along Highway 4, as South Padre Island is not a likely landing site.

Colonel Glavchenko noted the area, oeNot much room to maneuver, Comrade General.

Andreyev nodded. oeTrue, but right now, there's not much choice. The Americans will choose the landing site, but we'll choose the battlefield. Here, just as the beach area, along with the tidal flats and marshes end, and more solid-and defensible terrain, begins.

oeHas the Navy done anything Colonel Suslov asked.

oeNot much: there's a coastal-defense missile battalion with four launchers, and they've had minefields, but those are mainly to protect the shipping channel, Alekseyev replied. oeAnd Comrades, the beach itself has but a single battalion defending it. And of all the possibles, it's a penal battalion. Alekseyev said, allowing that bit of information to sink in.

oeA penal unit Major Nikolai Boborov, who commanded the 235th Air Assault Regiment, asked, dumbstruck.

oeYes, Comrades, Andreyev said. oeAnd I imagine that they'll hinder the Americans for all of a half-hour, at the most. Longer if the guard company hasn't taken to its heels.

Andreyev's officers nodded. It had happened before: a penal unit left to hold an impossible situation, and had not resisted hardly at all. oeThat, Comrade General, won't be a surprising development, Suslov remarked.

oeYes. Right, then: Suslov, your regiment is divisional reserve. Boborov, you and Ivanov are up front. The 235th is on the left side of Highway 4, 236th on the right. And Colonel Glavchenko, your brigade is right behind the 234th. Be prepared to pass through and counterattack on my order. Andreyev said. oeAny more questions

oeJust one, Comrade General, Boborov said. oeWhat's our ammunition state

oeOne unit of fire for all heavy weapons, and two days' worth of small-arms and other infantry weapons. That's it. Andreyev said. oeAll right, if that's it, get back to your units, and be ready to move.


0510 Hours: 4th Guards Tank Army Headquarters, Harlingen, Texas.

General Golvoko went to the door of the warehouse the command vehicles were parked in. He looked towards the east, and saw the first hint of light beginning to appear on the horizon. He nodded, and went back inside. Soon, he knew. And he knew that he'd best wake General Suraykin. He walked over to the command vehicle, and knocked on the hatch. Then he opened it. oeComrade General

Suraykin stirred in his sleeping bag. oeOh, Golvoko. What's the time

oeIt's 0510, Comrade General. You needed some more sleep, so forgive me for not waking you earlier.

Suraykin got out of his sleeping bag, and climbed out of the vehicle as Golvoko got out of the way. oeOne thing that all generals seem to have: a chief of staff who's more like mother hen. No matter what army they're in.

oeQuite so, Comrade General. Golvoko reported. oeSo far, things are quiet, all along the front.

Suraykin nodded as he went to shave. oeThat won't last. Once dawn breaks, they'll be coming at us, and it won't be long before we'll be unable to stop them. Have breakfast waiting in the operations section, and brief me then.

Golvoko nodded as Suraykin went to shave and brush his teeth. Then he came into the operations section and checked the map. oeSo far, not a thing

oeThey have been quiet since late last night, Comrade General, Golvoko reported. oeMinor patrol activity, and in the more urban areas of Harlingen, there's been continued sniper activity as well.

Suraykin nodded as a breakfast of bread, cheese, a boiled egg, and tea, was served by his orderly. oeAnything else of note

His air force liaison spoke next. oeWe'll be getting some helicopter lift in,once it's light enough, Comrade General. Mi-8s for the most part. And a maximum effort by Frontal Aviation as well.

oeAnd the airlift Suraykin asked.

oeSome drops, but most of what we can expect is going to be by helicopter. For as long as they're flying. the Air Force man said.

oeAnd with the American fighter activity, that won't last, Golvoko observed.

oeOne thing at a time, Comrades, Suraykin noted. oeTheir fighters can't be everywhere at once, and I'm sure our helicopter comrades will do whatever they can to support us. He turned to the air force man. oeWill they be taking passengers out

oeYes, Comrade General.

oeAll right, then. Suraykin turned to his staff. oeGet a list of all those who absolutely can't fall into enemy hands, all of you. Have them ready to leave on those helicopters. And do it fast.

Heads nodded. Then the phone rang, and Golvoko answered. oeComrade General, it's General Nikonov at the airport.

Suraykin swallowed a piece of cheese and took the phone. oeYes When All right, Nikonov, do your best, and I'll get whatever the Air Force can spare up to you. He hung up the phone.

oeComrade General Golvoko asked.

oeThey're coming. The 7th Armored Division is starting to move.