Semi-OT: Red Dawn fan fic

[Matt Wiser]

And the battle continues:


0515 Hours:177th Independent Reconnaissance Battalion, 38th Tank Division, Harlingen, Texas.


Captain Pankov watched through his binoculars, and bent forward to look through his night sight. Even though the first light of dawn was breaking, there they were: American tanks and Bradley fighting vehicles, moving towards the airport, and using the wrecked Soviet vehicles as cover. He could see as tank and Bradley turrets swiveled back and forth, searching for targets. So far, not a shot had been fired, but that wouldn't last long. He called his two remaining companies, ordering them to fall back, and then he contacted division. And it was the division's intelligence officer who answered.

oeYou're certain about that, Panther the intelligence officer replied, giving Pankov's call sign.

oeRapier, this is Panther, Pankov replied. oeThey're coming. Estimate two brigade strength.

oePanther, this is Rapier Ten, a new voice came in over the radio. oeNo heroics. Fall back and pass through friendly lines. Pankov recognized the voice: it was General Nikonov, the divisional commander.

oeUnderstood, Rapier Ten. Pulling off now. And Pankov then relayed the order to pull out. Then he saw it: his two heavy companies taking both Bradley and tank fire. BRDMs and BMPs exploded, and the T-64Bs assigned to the tank platoons returned fire. One or two Bradleys took hits and were disabled, but the big M-60A4-120s turned their attention onto the T-64s, and within moments, all of the Soviet tanks were ablaze. And then Pankov saw a sight that chilled him: an M-60A4 laying its gun on him. He swiveled the BTR-70's turret around, and opened fire with the 14.5-mm gun, but it was way too little, and too late. The 120-mm gun spoke, and the BTR exploded. Pankov's last sensation was of incredible heat, then the fuel tanks blew.

All along the front line of 38th Tank Division, the American 7th Armored Division crashed into the Soviets, and a vicious tank battle began. It was soon obvious that the T-64Bs of the 38th were no match for the big M-60A4s and their 120-mm guns. Slowly but surely, the 38th began to give way.


0550 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.


The whop-whop of helicopters startled General Petrov. At first, he thought it was an American helicopter-borne assault, but then he saw that the helicopters were Mi-26s. He slapped the back of his deputy, then went over to where the first helicopter was dropping its sling load. After it dropped its load, the big helicopter came in to land. Nodding his approval, he told his deputy to get the cargo sorted and distributed at once. Then he went over to thank the pilot. oeWhere did you come from Petrov asked, yelling over the engine noise.

oeMajor Sabin, Comrade General. From Villa Hermosa. the pilot said.

oeGood. How many can you take aboard Petrov asked.

oeEighty-five to ninety, Comrade General, Sabin replied. oeLess if you want me to rig for stretcher cases.

oeDon't worry about that, you won't be taking any, Petrov said. He waved over the first group of specialists-a mix of planeless MiG or Sukhoi pilots, some intelligence personnel, and even a couple of Navy officers. oeSpecialists only for you heavy lift boys.

Sabin nodded. oeWe can keep this up all day, Comrade General, he said as the passengers got in. oeHow close to the front do you want us

oeThe Mi-26s This is as far as you go. The Mi-8s need to get up close-there's an airborne division in Harlingen, and they need everything. Get them up there as soon as you can. Petrov ordered.

oeI'll relay the order, Comrade General, Sabin said. And he did so, speaking into his helmet microphone. oeThe -8s are headed that way, Comrade General.

oeAll right, Petrov said. And he noticed Sabin's crew chief giving the thumbs-up sign. The big helicopter was loaded. oeGet back down south, then back here as soon as you can.

oeI'll do that, Comrade General, Sabin said. oeGet clear!

Petrov backed away from the big helicopter's rotor blades, and watched as the Mi-26 lifted off. It didn't take long to make the turn and head south, back into Mexico. And he watched as two more Mi-26s came in. oeGet those loads, and then get the helicopters loaded, Petrov shouted at his deputy. oeMove!


0605 Hours: 398th Coastal-Defense Missile Battalion, Boca Chica Beach area, Texas.


Captain Kokorev scanned the eastern horizon from his command bunker. It was getting more and more light out, though the sun was not yet above the horizon. He cursed again whoever had put his unit on alert, and did it loud and long. And so far, there had been no sign of an American landing, let alone any American ships. oeAnother wasted night, he said to his deputy.

oeShall I order the men to stand down, Comrade Commander replied the deputy. He, too, was grumpy about pulling another all-night alert.

oeNot yet. I'll scan the horizon again, Kokorev said. He put his binoculars to his eyes and scanned the horizon. oeNothing. Nothing so far. Not a.....My God!

oeComrade Commander the deputy asked.

oeGet this off to Naval Headquarters: 'American ships off Boca Chica Beach. Three battleships, with several destroyers. Amphibious ships not yet spotted.' GO! Kokarev yelled.

The deputy nodded, and went to the communications bunker to send the message. Kokarev watched the ships come closer. He yelled at the officer-in-charge of the missile battery. oeGet those missiles ready for firing, but do not turn on the radar.

oeRight away, Comrade Commander! And the four P-20M missile launchers began to elevate and traverse. But would it be in time

Then Kokarev saw a sight that chilled him. The battleships began to make a run broadside to the beach. And there could only be one reason for that. oeTake cover!

Just as Kokarev yelled for the men to take cover, the battleships opened fire. He watched as flame erupted from the ships, and then came the scream of shells as they came in, followed by the explosions. The beach defenses-those penal troops on the beach and just off it, were clearly getting the worst of it. And it was clear that those forty-centimeter shells were doing a job on the beach, as bunkers either collapsed or blew sky-high, gun positions disappeared in clouds of flame and debris, and the few heavy weapons sites met a similar fate. He turned to his deputy. oePower up the radar, and fire as soon as you get a lock-on. Then get the missile crews to cover!

oeYes, Comrade Commander! the man shouted. And very quickly, the missile radar had a lock, and the four P-20M missiles shot off their launchers and headed towards the ships. Kokarev watched as the missiles headed for one of the big ships, and then missile trails came up to meet his own. Three of the P-20Ms exploded, while the last one must have been overcome by jamming, for it staggered away and never found a target. And one of the battleships must have noticed where the missiles came from, for shells began dropping around and on the battalion's positions.


0615 Hours: 105th Guards Air Assault Division/41st Independent Tank Regiment, Harlingen, Texas.


Major Butakov and Colonel Chesnikov watched as the Mi-8 helicopter came in and dropped its sling load. Then the helicopter came into a vacant field and landed. The pilot got out, noticed the officers watching, and came over to them. oeCaptain Reiter, 315th Helicopter Regiment. Those supplies are yours, Comrades.

oeGlad to see you! Chesnikov said. oeAnything for the airborne boys

oeComrade Colonel, everything we brought is for the airborne: small-arms ammunition, some RPG-22s, plus some rations and medical supplies. Reiter said.

oeCan you take wounded out Butakov asked.

oeWe can't rig for stretcher cases, but we can get walking wounded, the pilot replied.

Chesnikov nodded, and turned to his regimental surgeon. oeGet two dozen walking wounded to that chopper. Now, Doctor.

The surgeon nodded, and got the cases together: half were members of the 41st, and half were airborne. After the casualties were loaded, Reiter said, oeI'll be back as soon as I can-if the American fighters don't get me.

Both officers shook hands with the pilot, who then remounted his helicopter and took off. As the Mi-8 disappeared to the south, a familiar whine was heard. Incoming. oeTake cover! Chesnikov yelled.

As the Soviets took shelter, 155-mm shells landed in the field. Clearly, someone had seen the helicopter landing, and had called for fire. Chesnikov and Butakov crawled over to where the 41st's air force controller was crouched down, talking into a radio. oeWell

oeComrade Colonel, we'll get a few more helicopter sorties-but that applies to the whole division. There's only a few choppers, and too many requests to go around. the air force officer replied.

The artillery fire lifted, and the two officers stood up. oeComrade Colonel, I'd better get back to my men, Butakov said. oeThings are likely coming to a head.

Chesnikov nodded, and Butakov got back to his command post. Just before he did so, a rifle shot rang out, and he went down, clutching his shoulder. Butakov tried to get up, but as he did, there was another shot, but this time, he didn't get up again. His deputy crawled to his body, and found that the sniper's bullet had gone through the major's skull. The deputy tried to get the major's body to cover, but he, too, took a bullet to the head, and fell alongside his regimental commander.

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0630 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, along U.S. 281, near Rangerville, Texas.

Colonel Herrera was on the radio to 2nd Army Headquarters. And he did not like what he was hearing. The Americans had launched what was likely to be their final assault, but so far, had only hit selected areas of the front. General Perez told him that there had been a major attack at the junction of the Army and 3rd Shock Army, and that both the Cubans and Russians were giving way. oeHow long can you continue to delay Perez had asked. And Herrera replied, oeMost of the day, Comrade General. If you want me to make a stand, however....there's nothing between us and Brownsville.

oeThat's what I was afraid of, Colonel. Continue to delay. And keep at it as long as possible. There's several ribbon bridges between you and Brownsville, and right now, all traffic is headed south. Keep delaying the Americans as long as you can. Perez said.

oeWe'll do just that, Comrade General. Herrera replied.

oeWhat's your supply situation Perez asked.

oeAdequate at the moment, and we've even helped ourselves to the contents of a few wrecked supply convoys. The only thing we're short of is any kind of air-defense assets. Herrera told the General.

oeKeep it up, Colonel, and let us know if your position becomes untenable. Out.

Herrera put down the radio and went over to the map. He turned to his deputy. oeFernando, we're in for it. This position is good, but we'll be falling back before too long.

The deputy looked at the map. The intelligence officer had finally noted the identity of the American unit they'd been facing: it was part of the 49th Armored Division, and the Cubans knew that this division, having been rebuilt since its mauling during the initial invasion in 1985, was out for blood. oeWith what we know about this American unit, Comrade Colonel, we certainly are in for it.

Herrera paused. oeWhat's the unit

The deputy looked at the map,then at Colonel Herrera. oeThe 49th Armored Division, Comrade Colonel.

Herrera noted that. oeI see, well..... We're to continue this delaying action as long as we possibly can. Tell Major Murayev to have the outposts he's put out fully alerted.

oeRight away, Comrade Colonel, the deputy replied.

Herrera looked at the map again. From what General Perez had told him, the Army was beginning to fall back-and it might soon be in need of a rearguard. Nothing different than what he'd been doing the last couple of days, he knew. oeGet our regimental reconnaissance out between our positions and Murayev's outposts. And make sure they're doing things blatantly: I want the Americans to see them, and call down fire. As the fire drops, they're to pull back. And have our own guns ready to fire. Three rounds per gun, then get moving before that Firefinder radar zeroes in on us. We'll pull back to position Foxtrot on my order. Is that clear

Heads nodded. oeYes, Comrade Colonel! the chief of staff said.


To the north, Captain Nancy Kozak's people had been up for over an hour. Her people had had a breakfast of MREs, and were now ready to move. But her company team had no orders as yet, and her battalion commander was still waiting on brigade. One of her tank platoon leaders, though, had noticed something: some activity around a burned-out house on the east side of the road, and more movement near a bridge on a local road that intersected the highway. When she received the report, Kozak suspected another ambush, and requested artillery fire on the suspect locations. That request was not granted, and soon, she found out why. F-111s came over, four of them, at medium altitude, and each plane unloaded two dozen bombs on the Cuban position to her front.

Colonel Herrera and his regiment only had a minute's warning of the incoming raid, and the order to take cover had been given. Unfortunately for the Cubans, they had no remaining heavy air-defense weapons, and the F-111s had a free ride, each dropping two dozen five hundred-pound bombs on the Cuban positions. Several tanks and APCs were hit, along with two more of his 2S1 122-mm howitzers, and his motor-rifle battalion took many casualties. Picking himself up after the raid, Herrera turned to his chief of staff. oeIt could've been a lot worse.

oeHow so, Comrade Colonel the man asked.

oeWe're still in shape to fight. Four F-111s Not enough. If they'd hit us with B-52s, though....Get the men ready to fight, and have Murayev get one of his battalions in alongside our motor-rifle battalion, quickly! Herrera said.


0650 Hours: Gulf Front Headquarters, San Benito Community College.


General Malinsky looked at his map, and his operations officer was changing dispositions in front of his eyes. The Americans had struck all along the front, striking hard at selected points. The Cuban 1st Army had been hit by II MAF, and had been forced to give ground-almost to the F.M. 106 road and the Laguna Atascosa, and 28th Army had to do the same: they'd been hit at the boundary between their army and 4th Guards Tank Army-by elements of XVIII Airborne Corps, and had to fall back to avoid being outflanked. Suraykin's Army had been hit again at the Rio Grande Valley Airport, and the 38th Tank Division was in its own fight for survival.

As a staff officer came up with a message form, Malinsky took a look at 8th Guards Army: they had been hit at the junction with 3rd Shock-and 3rd Shock and the Cuban 2nd Army had also been hit hard. The Americans had unleashed both VIII and XII Corps, and Malinsky's left flank was now in trouble. And he had no reserves left, simple as that. He'd told his commanders just that-and they'd have to scrape together whatever could be found to fill that role. Then the staffer came up. oeYes Malinsky asked.

oeComrade General, the Americans have landed Marines on the coast.

oeShow me, Malinsky ordered.

The staffer pointed to the eastern terminus of Highway 4. oeRight here, Comrade General.

Malinsky nodded. oeThe most likely beach, and there's not much we can do about it.

oeI'm afraid so, Comrade General. Marshal Alekseyev's reserve is moving to contest the landing-out of range of naval gunfire-it should be noted.

Malinsky nodded. oeI'd rather we had that tank brigade, but that's not likely. All right: be prepared to withdraw, but not until I've spoken with Marshal Alekseyev. He turned to Isakov, his chief of staff. oeSend that advance party to the Rancho Viejo High School at once, and get a new headquarters ready.

Isakov looked at the map, then at his Front Commander. oeAt once, Comrade General.


0705 Hours: 369th Coastal-Defense Missile Battalion, Boca Chica Beach, Texas.

Captain Kokarev peered out the observation slit of his bunker. What he saw both amazed and dismayed him. The Americans had put Marines ashore, and they were busy cleaning out the remnants of the penal battalion that had garrisoned the beach. Of the guard company, they were nowhere to be seen, and had either taken to their heels, or had been caught by the naval gunfire and wiped out.

Now, the Americans were landing follow-on waves of Marines and their heavy equipment, even as the remnants of the penal battalion were cleaned up. And those Marines were moving inland. Kokarev turned to his deputy, whose left arm was in a sling-he'd been wounded during the bombardment of the battalion's positions. oeHow many do we have who are fit to fight Kokarev asked.

oeAbout two hundred, Comrade Captain, the deputy responded. oeNot counting some wounded who can still hold a rifle.

oeAny heavy weapons left Kokarev wanted to know.

oeNothing. Just our rifles and some hand grenades. That's it.

oeThat's it, then. We haven't been relieved, and our orders are clear in the event of a landing: fight as infantry if our missile launchers are knocked out. Kokarev reminded his deputy.

oeFight with what the deputy asked. oeA couple hundred rifles and some grenades aren't going to hold the Americans for very long.

oeWe'll do our duty, that's what we'll do. Enough of this defeatist talk. Get to the men, and I'll be right behind you. Kokarev ordered.

The deputy turned to leave the bunker, then he turned and faced Kokarev again. oeI'm not dying on this beach. If you have any sense, you'd come to that realization.

oeYou are talking treason. I remind you of your duty. Kokarev sneered.

oeMy duty now is to these men. And you know what that means. the deputy shot back.

Kokarev went for his AKM rifle, but the deputy was quicker with his pistol. The man stood over the corpse and spat on Kokarev's body, before picking up some white cloth that a medic had used to get his arm in the sling. Returning to the men, he threw his pistol away, and they waited for the Marines to come. Shortly thereafter, the first Marines did arrive, and the deputy formally surrendered the 369th to a very astonished platoon leader, whose company commander had told his men to expect a tough fight on the beach.


0715 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.


Marshal Alekseyev frowned as he studied the operations map. Clearly, this was it, Powell's final assault, and the Americans weren't holding anything back. And as expected, there had been a Marine landing, and all contact with the coastal defenses had been lost. Three battleships had been bombarding the beach defenses, and though a penal unit along with some provisional infantry units drawn from engineers, chemical defense, and air defense troops, had been holding the beach, they had been overwhelmed by the bombardment and then by the Marine landing. Now, it was up to Andreyev's grouping to try and contain the landing, before the terrain permitted a Marine breakout inland. What was now also possible was a helicopter assault not only on the Brownsville airport, but also at Port Isabel, to seal off South Padre Island.

Now, he'd just gotten off the phone with Malinsky, and had authorized the Front Commander to begin pulling back his more exposed units. That included both 28th Army and the Cuban 1st Army on the right, and 8th Guards and 3rd Shock on the left. The Cuban 2nd Army was still hanging on, but soon, they'd be pulling back as well. And Malinsky had already begun to set up a final headquarters in the town of Rancho Viejo, just north of Brownsville proper. Alekseyev knew that very soon, Suraykin's 4th Guards Tank Army was going to be cut off, if that thrust coming down from the Rio Grande Valley Airport wasn't held, and things would go from not only bad to worse, but to downright catastrophic. He noticed General Chibisov coming next to him. oePavel Pavlovitich

oeComrade Marshal, this just in from General Petrov. An-124s have made their supply drops. Four aircraft. First aircraft now in. Twelve scheduled, seven arrived. Chibisov reported.

oeI see. Does Petrov have a schedule for getting the Hall government out Alekseyev asked. oeThe Ambassador has been on me twice this morning, asking for their evacuation.

oePetrov says their aircraft-An-74s and Il-62s, will be here around 1300. He also wants to know if you have those who need to get out from your own headquarters right away. Mi-26s can land here, and can fly out Dudorov's people, for example. Chibisov said.

oeGood, Chibisov. Have the Mi-26s get here as soon as they can. Dudorov and his key personnel are first on the priority list. Alekseyev decided.

oeSpeaking of Dudorov, he's identified the Marine unit that's landed. The 24th Marine Regiment, Fourth Marine Division. Chibisov noted.

oeI see. Not the first time they've done this-I believe that division did land during their Gulf Offensive last year. So I'm not surprised. Alekseyev commented. oeIt's nearly time.

oeComrade Marshal Chibisov asked.

Alekseyev turned to Colonel Sergetov. oeIssue the order: all female service personnel to be evacuated. Gather them up as soon as possible. The headquarters guard battalion can spare a company to protect them, correct

oeThat is so, Comrade Marshal, Sergetov replied. oeShall I issue that order as well

oeDo so, Colonel. And have my table set for breakfast. I'll have our prisoner as my guest for the meal, and inform her of what I'd like her to do. Either way, she returns to her own lines today. said Alekseyev.

oeGeneral Dudorov has prepared the safe-conduct pass, as you know, Comrade Marshal. I'll get it from him, with your permission. Sergetov replied.

oeDo so, Colonel. I'll sign it in her presence. Now, once the women leave, I'll inform Moscow. Like it or not, the Defense Council is going to know that this is very likely to be the last day. Unless Major Sorokin has managed to brief any members besides Marshal Akhromayev. Alekseyev said.

oeUnfortunately, Comrade Marshal, I have not heard from the Minister. I believe he is quite busy. Sergetov said.

oeOne other thing-for both of you: Chibisov and Sergetov; both of you speak fluent English, correct

The two officers looked at each other, then nodded. oeYes, Comrade Marshal, Chibisov responded.

oeGood. This afternoon, you'll both be putting that to use. Alekseyev said.

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Love the Story, I am wondering what would have happened to the USS Texas (BB-35) a New Class Battleship which is permently morred at San Jacinto Battleground State Historic Site in La Porte Tx which is within the Bay Area of Houston Tx

Maybe the Soviet Navy used it as HQ

[Matt Wiser]

She was towed away to avoid capture. Spent the war in Mobile, AL.

[Matt Wiser]

And the clock keeps ticking....and the last stand of the Soviet surface navy in Texas....


0740 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.


General Petrov glanced at the message form an aide had just handed to him. So, he thought, those American friends of the Chekists are getting out of here Better they should stay and face the wrath of their countrymen, and let those who really deserve a ride out of here have their seats, he felt. But orders were orders, and he was enough of a professional to carry them out. At least they won't be leaving until noon or just after. The more wounded and specialists who got out in the meantime, the better.

He looked out the window of his office, and saw two more An-74s coming in. If only these had been committed earlier, he thought, getting into the smaller airports, maybe we would've had a decent chance of pulling this off. Now, the An-74s could get in, especially when there was damage to runways that precluded landing larger aircraft. Then the whine of turboprop engines got his attention: an An-22 was taxiing in, having air-dropped its cargo, and now came in to take on its human cargo. The big cargo plane was the largest plane that Petrov-and Lukin when he was there-would allow to land, because no one wanted to see an An-124 caught on the ground and block a runway for hours while the wreckage was cleared. He went over to his operations officer. oeHow many so far Petrov asked.

oeRight now, Comrade General, it's about half. the man replied. oeAmerican fighter activity over the Gulf is heavy: both Air Force and Navy fighters have gotten into the transport stream.

oeHow about from Mexico Petrov asked.

oeThe same, Comrade General. American fighters have been going into the transports there-one An-26 pilot said it was like a wolf in a hen house when two F-16s got into the transports-they got four each.

Petrov shook his head. And Moscow still wanted to go on with this madness oeAll right. Tell the Frontal Aviation people that we need more escorts. If they have to pull fighters from Northern Mexico's air defense, so be it.

oeComrade General, the Americans are also hitting targets all over northern Mexico-from the Amistad reservoir all the way to the Gulf Coast. the man replied.

oeRight now, I don't care. Get those fighters to cover the transports, or nobody's leaving here today. Petrov ordered.

oeImmediately, Comrade General, the ops officer said, going to the communications center to send the order.

Petrov then went outside. The An-22 had already been loaded with its human cargo. He waved a staff officer over. oeWhere's that An-22 headed

oeCuba, Comrade General,

oeNot anymore. Tell the pilot he's headed to Monterrey on my orders. And relay this to any additional An-22s coming in: land in Brownsville, then after loading passengers, they go to Monterrey. Then come back to get more out. Petrov ordered.

oeYes, Comrade General.


0755 Hours: Coastal Forces HQ, South Padre Island, Texas.


Captain Tupolev stepped aboard the only remaining Nanchuka-class missile corvette left in Texas. The corvette's captain, a Captain Lieutenant, saluted as Tupolev came aboard. oeComrade Commander, the captain said. oeWelcome aboard.

oeThank you, Captain, he replied. Tupolev looked over at his deputy, Captain Shatalin, who boarded the Riga-class frigate SKR-58, one of the two Rigas left. The other, SKR-61, was raising anchor, and the remaining ships-two Grishas, a Poti, and a pair of Cuban Osas-were ready to leave as well. The rest, including a damaged destroyer, several other corvettes, and another Riga, would be scuttled. oeNow, Captain. We have an appointment east of Brazos Santiago Pass.

The captain nodded, and the Nanchuka got underway, with the other ships falling into line. The navigator checked the chart, and noted the safe-passage lane through the Soviets' own minefields, and remembered what had happened to the Grisha MPK-40, which had set off an American mine right in the safe passage lane. But the minesweepers-and there were two T-43s available-were short of fuel. And they would have been exposed to air attack, so they had not sortied. They, too, would be scuttled. Tupolev scanned the eastern horizon with his binoculars: the sun was fully up, and it promised to be a beautiful day. For those who survived, he thought. Then there was an explosion behind the Nanchuka: one of the two Grishas had set off a mine, and there was a cloud of smoke, flame, and debris mixed in with the waterspout. It was obvious there were no survivors. Tupolev picked up the TBS (Talk Between Ships) radio and ordered, oeContinue the sortie.

The little fleet continued on east, and Tupolev ordered the radars turned on: the Nanchuka and both Osas needed to search for targets to launch missiles. Unfortunately, they were picked up by American ESM gear, and a lookout noticed a plane approaching. It was a P-3 Orion, and it stayed well clear of SAM range. Then two flashes came from underneath the aircraft: inbound missiles.

Two Harpoon missiles had been launched, and both searched out targets. One of the Harpoons found a Cuban Osa, obliterating it in a fiery blast, while the second Osa found the single Poti, blowing it apart as well. Then SKR-61 radioed a warning: aircraft inbound from the east.

The P-3's contact report had been received aboard the carrier Eisenhower, and four F/A-18A Hornets from that ship, and four A-4E Skyhawks from the carrier Oriskany, were launched to attack the Soviet/Cuban squadron. They didn't take long to arrive, and one of the Hornets picked up the Osa-2M missile radar (SA-N-4) from the remaining Grisha, and fired a HARM antiradar missile at the frigate. The weapon struck, shredding not only the radar, but the superstructure as well, while a second HARM destroyed the air-search radar on SKR-61. Then the rest of the strike aircraft came in.

One thing that aided the attackers was the fact that as the A-4s had been reactivated from storage, they had been upgraded with not only improved radar warning equipment, but had been fitted to carry weapons not originally fitted to the Skyhawk. These A-4s were able to carry the AGM-65 Maverick missile, and two of the Skyhawks were so fitted this day. Both picked out targets and fired: one firing its two missiles at SKR-61, and the second Skyhawk targeting the remaining Cuban Osa with one missile, and the damaged Grisha, MPK-40, with the other Maverick. SKR-61 took two hits, and was crippled at the outset: one hit wrecked the after deckhouse and 100-mm gun, while the second ripped into the superstructure, wrecking the bridge and combat control center. The Cuban Osa was hit by its missile and obliterated, while MPK-40 was finished off by its weapon.

SKR-58 and the Nanchuka-Uragan, kept going, only to have the Hornets and two remaining Skyhawks fall upon them. Two Skyhawks set upon the Nanchuka, spraying her with Zuni rockets and 20-mm cannon fire, before dropping Rockeye cluster bombs on her. Uragan's Osa-2M operator never had a chance to fire his missiles to defend the ship, for as the radar came up, a HARM missile came back down, shredding the superstructure and the radar. And Rockeyes exploded the P-120 missile launchers (SS-N-9), which blasted Uragan to pieces.

The Hornets then came in on the crippled SKR-61, and her sister, SKR-58. Both ships could still fire, and they put up heavy antiaircraft fire as the Hornets came in. SKR-58, though, was wrecked by two Hornets, each dropping four Mark-82 500-pound bombs, and her sister was set upon by the other two F/A-18s, also receiving four Mark-82s from the pair of Hornets. Both Soviet ships were left dead in the water, and as the strike aircraft returned to their carriers, the cruiser Des Moines was diverted from a bombardment mission against South Padre Island to deal with the two cripples.

When the cruiser arrived, she found that the Soviet crews were in the process of abandoning ship. Her captain ordered ship's boats launched to pick up survivors, and the cruiser spent an hour picking up survivors. When the last of the Soviets had been fished out of the water, the two crippled ships were finished off with eight-inch and five-inch gunfire. Neither Captain Tupolev or Captain Shatalin were among the survivors.


0810 Hours: 105th Guards Airborne Division/41st Independent Tank Regiment, Harlingen, Texas.

General Gordonov checked his own map, and he knew things were coming to a head today. He'd found out that one regiment's commander and deputy had been killed by sniper fire, and he'd had to put that regiment under the 41st's commander as a result. American aircraft and attack helicopters were very active, and the latter were systematically looking for the 41st's tanks and infantry vehicles, and destroying them. To top it off, the 38th Tank Division to his northeast was fighting for its life, and when they went, not only would 24th Tank Division to his right be cut off, but his own division as well. He turned to his chief of staff. oeIt was only a matter of time, and we both knew it.

oeI'm afraid so, Comrade General. We've got the ammunition from several helicopter lifts, and they've taken wounded out, but it's not going to be enough. Either we'll have to fall back, or be cut off and pocketed. the chief replied.

Gordonov nodded. oeGet me the 41st Tank Regiment-phone or radio,whichever works.

oeYes, Comrade General. the chief responded. After a minute, he handed a radio to Gordonov. oeColonel Chesnikov, Comrade General.

oeChesnikov, this is Gordonov at Division. What's your situation

An explosion sounded in the background. oeSorry about that, Comrade General, but we're under some artillery fire right now. The helicopter lifts have come in-we've had three, but there's so few helicopters... Chesnikov said, his voice trailing off.

oeI know. We've gotten a few here as well. Listen. There's a very good chance we'll either be outflanked, or get caught in a cauldron battle. If it looks like either one is going to happen, be prepared to withdraw. You'll have to spearhead any breakout, and leave those airborne troops to fight a delaying action.

Chesnikov digested the news. He'd been preoccupied with events to his front and immediate left and right, he'd paid only minimal attention to the oebig picture. oeHow bad is it, Comrade General

oeBad enough. Army headquarters says that 38th Tanks is fighting for its life, and 24th Tanks may be doing the same before too long.

oeVery well, Comrade General. If you want me to lead a breakout, I'll be ready. Be advised I'm down to forty-five tanks and a company's worth of motor-rifle troops, and half of my regimental artillery, Chesnikov reported.

Gordonov looked at the map again. He noticed a staff officer updating it. The 24th Tank Division was beginning to give way. He nodded, and told Chesnikov, oeBe ready to move. On my order. And I believe it may not be very long.


0825 Hours: Soviet 38th Tank Division, near Rio Grande Valley International Airport, Harlingen, Texas.


General Nikonov no longer needed a map to follow the progress of the battle: he could see it very easily from his command vehicle. Tanks and APCs were erupting in fireballs as they were hit, artillery fire screamed back and forth, and aircraft and helicopter gunships roamed over the battlefield, searching out prey. One of his regiments was gone-after having taken heavy punishment, its commander had gone on one final attack-and been engulfed by the advancing Americans. Another regiment was being pinned to its position while the 376th Motor-Rifle Regiment was being methodically ground down. It was time. Nikonov turned to his chief of staff. oeSend in the 465th Tank Regiment. They're the division's counterattack. Fill the gap left by the destruction of the 140th on the left.

The chief nodded, oeImmediately, Comrade General. And he went off to relay the order. Nikonov watched as the full regiment moved out, moving to confront a brigade from the American 7th Armored Division. And as the regiment advanced, A-10s and attack helicopters swarmed over the regiment, knocking out tanks and combat vehicles with near impunity. American air attack and artillery fire had neutralized his division-level air defense Kub (SA-6) missiles, and the Strela-1Ms (SA-9) were among the first targets of American attack aircraft. As the 465th advanced, it was reduced to two battalions' worth of tanks and two companies from its motor-rifle battalion, and was hammered at once by American tanks and Bradley fighting vehicles. T-64Bs blew apart when hit by 120-mm rounds, while BMP-1Ms were no match for Bradleys, with their TOW missiles and 25-mm fire. Soon, 465th TR joined its sister regiment in the junkyard of burning tanks and vehicles, and dead or maimed men, on the south side of the airport. The survivors of both units tried to pull back, even though they had no order to do so, but they were methodically picked off by American tank fire or by attack helicopters overhead, and the issue was soon decided. Niknonov's chief of staff came up. oeComrade General, the 376th is asking for orders, and the 225th is asking for instructions as well.

oePull back. Now. A fighting withdrawal. We'll try and regroup here, at the intersection of Loop 499 and the F.M. 106. Issue the order, and do it fast. Niknonov said, with an urgent tone in his voice.

oeIf they can, Comrade General, the chief said as he went to relay the orders.

Nikonov nodded, He knew that his division was being methodically destroyed, just as the two divisions had earlier, and there was no stopping it. Now, he had to save what remained of his division, and he watched as the two remaining regiments pulled back under fire. He went over to the chief of staff again. oeGet the chemical-defense, SAM, Luna (FROG-7) and excess supply and maintenance troops, and form them into ad hoc infantry. Give them whatever heavy weapons-I don't care what they have, but we need a rearguard, and they're it. And no, there's no choice. Just do it!

The chief nodded gravely. That order meant that most of those soldiers in the mentioned units were going to die. But if that sacrifice meant saving the division to fight again in a few hours....Yes, Comrade General.

General Nikonov then found his division artillery chief, oeListen, the regimental guns from the two destroyed regiments; the 465th's guns go to divisional artillery-what remains of it. Leave the 140th's guns to engage the enemy with direct fire.

oeYes, Comrade General. the man replied, then he issued the order.

The chief of staff came back. oeComrade General, the 376th has broken contact, and the 225th has left a battalion to fight a rearguard action; most of the surviving regiment has broken off contact. Your orders

oeFall back to that junction: we'll be almost in the rear of 24th Tanks. Maintain what contact with 28th Army that you can. And put that ad hoc unit up as divisional rearguard.

[Matt Wiser]

And it continues:


0850 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.

Marshal Alekseyev sat in his office, waiting for his special oebreakfast companion to arrive. Colonel Sergetov was there as well, and both had noted the feverish activity in the intelligence spaces, as Dudorov's people were gathering up their classified materials and taking them down below, where burn barrels had been set up, and the documents thrown onto the flames. Other offices were doing the same, but Alekseyev noted that the Political Directorate was not. He'd sent General Chibisov to find out, and relay a direct order from the Marshal to destroy all sensitive materials at once. For certain, if the Americans found the materials in the Political Directorate, there would be hell to pay-and not just from the Americans, who promised oestern and swift justice to war criminals, but from the KGB and the GRU. Then there was a knock on the office door. It was Major Kokorev, from the headquarters guard.
oeComrade Marshal, I have the prisoner.

oeCome in.

The door opened, and Commander Carlisle came in. She noticed that the Marshal and his aide were in their best uniforms, and she had a feeling that not only was this for her benefit, but that they fully expected to be needing them later in the day-perhaps at a surrender ceremony. Still, she thought that it was best to remain polite, since one way or another, she'd be back in American territory before the day was out. oeMarshal, Colonel, she said, saluting both, as the Geneva Convention required.

oeCommander, Alekseyev said, returning her salute. oeWon't you please be seated

She sat down, and then the two Soviet officers did so as well. Strange, for normally it was a senior who sat first, then junior officers. oeI take it things are not going that well from your perspective, Marshal.

oeVery perceptive, Commander. First, before we discuss that, breakfast

Carlisle nodded, and Alekseyev's orderly served the meal: bread, some sausage, cheese, and a boiled egg each, with Cuban coffee. As they ate, there was some polite conversation, even between enemies. Both felt that family was more important at a time like this, since it was almost certain that Commander Carlisle would be seeing hers before either Alekseyev or Sergetov would. oeSo, Marshal, you're lucky. You have daughters. And your side doesn't allow them to serve in combat units.

oeQuite so, Commander. We thought that our use of women in the Great Patriotic War...excuse me, the Second World War, was a necessary wartime expedient, though some of them did serve into the 1950s. Alekseyev said. oeWe underestimated your people, just as Hitler underestimated ours.

oeAnd yet, after four years of war, you're still surprised at seeing a female pilot or a tank officer, I understand. We've got enough Soviet prisoners who've said that they were shocked at seeing a female tank commander, or finding out the pilot that shot him down was a woman. Carlisle pointed out.

oeQuite so, Commander. Quite so. I imagine your father was surprised when you told him what you would be doing Alekseyev asked.

oeYes, he was. He's a retired Rear Admiral, living at some cottage on the Maine seashore. He offered to return to the Navy, but they had so many retired officers come back to offer their services, the Navy was able to pick and choose who they wanted back in uniform.

Both Soviet officers nodded. oeJust as we had Tsarist veterans volunteer to come back to the colors when Hitler invaded, Alekseyev said. oeI imagine the late Party ideologist is spinning in his Kremlin grave at the moment: he is reported to have said that when our forces attacked, 'all we have to do is kick in the door, and the whole rotten structure will come down.'

A remark in a history course at Annapolis came back to Carlisle's mind. oeI believe Hitler said the same thing about you, back in 1941.

oeHe did, Alekseyev said. oeNow, to our business here. As I mentioned earlier, I'm evacuating all of my servicewomen to Mexico. The international bridges here in Brownsville are down-no thanks to your air strikes-and I have to send them north to some ribbon bridges over the Rio Grande You will accompany them until they get to a bridge. The officer in charge will then let you go, and direct you towards your own lines.

oeAnd I'm to be what, a human shield Carlisle asked. They'd been through this earlier.

oeNot necessarily. If the lines to the north collapse, it's very possible that you may run into your own troops before getting to the bridge site. Like I said earlier: I don't want those women to fall into the hands of those maniacs in the 13th Armored Cavalry, or the New Yorkers from the 42nd Infantry, not to mention the 49th Armored.

Carlisle looked at Alekseyev. oeSo, you want me to vouch for the women if this convoy encounters American troops

oePrecisely, Commander, Alekseyev said. oeIf you don't, you'll be released then and there at the bridge site, on the American side. The pass-which is English, Russian, and Spanish, identifies you as a released prisoner of war, and are to be directed to American lines. It will be under my signature, and the cover letter-which is also in all three languages, says that if there is any doubt, to contact this headquarters for verification. Either way, Commander, by day's end, you'll be back with your own forces.


0915 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, along U.S. 281, near Rangerville, Texas.


Colonel Herrera watched as the Americans renewed their drive forward, and this time, he knew they really meant business. There had been a second F-111 strike, which had knocked out most of a battery of 2S1s, and had made a mess of some of his regiment's support services, but his men were still in shape to fight. But Third battalion's T-55s now numbered four, and he decided to keep them as a reserve, along with one of the Soviet air-assault battalions. He'd also taken his remaining chemical-defense, nonessential signals, and some other odds and ends, and formed them into a provisional infantry unit. And to command them, he sent his political officer.

Now, he watched as the Americans-a reinforced battalion task force by all appearances, moved forward. They had dropped artillery fire on the locations where the Soviets had put some air-assault troops out as forward outposts, and had cleaned them up rather quickly afterwards. Colonel Herrera turned to his deputy and his chief of staff. oeI want artillery called in on them, once they reach that creek bed. Tanks and infantry to take long-range shots, then we'll fall back.

Both nodded. oeAnd the provisional unit Asked the chief of staff.

oeThey're going to be the rearguard. I know, I wanted the Soviets to perform that, but we're going to need them later today-more than once, so the provisionals are going to have to be sacrificed. Herrera said, seeing his chief of staff nod. And it gets rid of the political officer, which is an added bonus, the colonel thought.

oeAnd our next fallback position his deputy asked.

oeThe junction of 281 and F.M. 1479. That's position Golf. Get the essential elements-including one artillery battery, going there right away, Herrera said.

oeRight away, Comrade Colonel, the deputy said, moving off to issue the orders.

The chief looked through his own set of binoculars. The Americans were getting close to the creek bed. oeIt's almost time, Comrade Colonel.

Herrera took a look for himself. The lead tanks and Bradley vehicles were now at the creek bed, and at the small bridge on 281. oeNow.

In her Bradley, Captain Nancy Kozak was in her element. They'd jumped off at 0700, and had encountered no opposition, until they'd reached where one of her tank platoon leaders had spotted movement on both sides of 281. After the F-111 strikes, the battalion had advanced cautiously, as several bodies found the previous day were Soviet airborne, and everyone knew if those guys in the blue berets were encountered in strength, it could be a vicious fight developing. If anyone wanted to verify that, all they had to do was look at Harlingen, where a Soviet airborne division was said to be hanging on to the city by its fingernails, and yet was still resisting. They hardly gave up, and often had to be blasted out of wherever they were fighting from. So, to deal with the suspected enemy, her tank platoons asked for battalion mortars, if no artillery was available. And the suspected ambush sites were mortared heavily. Sure enough, several bodies were clearly Soviet airborne, and after a fusillade of small-arms fire and some RPG-22s directed at the tanks, several more Soviet paratroopers had tried to pull back-obviously a rearguard. And they'd been blasted by tank and Bradley fire.

Now, the Team had come across a creek bed and a small bridge on 281. Since it could be wired, Kozak ordered her platoons not to use the bridge, and to cross the creek bed on either side of the bridge. As they did so, artillery fire came down on them, and tanks opened up in the distance. oeTanks front! came the call on the radio.

Kozak responded instantly, ordering her two tank platoons to open fire, and the Bradleys to do the same, if they were in TOW range. If not, they were to push beyond the creek bed, and get out of the artillery fire.

Herrera watched as the Americans opened fire, and their gunnery, as he found out quickly, was very accurate. Three T-72s from First Battalion took hits and exploded, as did two from Second Battalion. And several APCs did so as well. Remembering his orders not to get caught in a last stand if he could avoid it, Herrera gave the order to pull back.

oeThey're pulling back, Six! the call came over Kozak's platoon net.

oeDon't stop! Keep moving! The sooner we run over these guys, the sooner we're in Brownsville! Kozak radioed back, even as more Cuban artillery-including some 122-mm rockets, landed around her Team. No one was hit, but the barrage served its purpose: everyone had to button up.


0935 Hours: 4th Guards Tank Army, Harlingen, Texas.


Generals Suraykin and Golikov looked at their situation map. And neither general was surprised at what they saw. The 28th Army to their right had been forced back, giving up the town of Rio Hondo, while to their left, 8th Guards Army was pulling back south of Palm Valley, hoping to set up a line from Highways 77-83 to the town of Rangerville. Unfortunately, Trimenko's decision to do just that had put his left flank wide open. Both knew that General Malinsky had approved the decision, but that didn't mean they approved of it themselves. And Golikov spoke first.

oeComrade General, both our flanks are exposed. There's no way around it.

oeI know. And right now, 38th Tanks is fighting for its life south of the airport. If they go, that gives 7th Armored Division a clear route all the way to the 77-83 freeway, and a straight run into Brownsville. Suraykin noted.

oeI'm afraid I have to agree with you on that, Comrade General. The 52nd Tanks and 6th Guards Motor-Rifle are being ground down, as is the 105th Guards Air Assault Division at the highway junction. Golikov pointed out.

Suraykin nodded. oeIt won't be long, Golikov. By noon, I expect, we'll be either forced to withdraw, or get caught in a cauldron battle. If the latter happens, we'll have to send that final message to Alekseyev directly.

oeUnderstood, Comrade General, Golikov said. oeWe have the order to evacuate all of the female personnel: they're to go to Rancho Viejo to meet with the others, before going over the border to Mexico.

oeHow many do we have Suraykin asked. oeNot that many, I assume.

oeJust about a hundred or so, Comrade General. Mostly medical, but some from field kitchens, clerical staff, and a few English-language specialists from our Radio Intercept section. Golikov reported.

oeThen get them moving where Alekseyev wants them. Suraykin ordered.


1005 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.

General Petrov watched as two Il-76s came in to land, one after the other. There had been four scheduled, and two had gotten in. About what he expected. On his requests, aircraft coming in from Cuba had air-dropped their cargoes, and then came in to land-and he'd watched twice as transports-one Il-76 and an An-74, had taken SAM fire-where from he had no idea, and exploded in midair. Not what one expected to see, especially those hoping to get out. And another plane had astonished him: that Libyan C-130 was still at it, on its third trip of the morning. Obviously, it had gone to Mexico, and had unloaded its passengers, taken on cargo, and come back in. Impressed, Petrov went to see the C-130 crew. He was surprised to see that only one of them-the pilot-was Libyan. oeWhere are you from He asked the copilot, who didn't look at all Libyan.

oeI'm Iranian Air Force, on detached duty with the Libyans, the copilot replied. oeThe navigator's the same, while the flight engineer and loadmaster are both Vietnamese.

oeLet me guess: both air forces still fly the C-130s left over from the previous governments Petrov asked.

oeThat's right, General. the Iranian pilot said. There's one good thing about this duty, though.

oeWhat's that Petrov asked. How could doing an impossible job have anything good about it, other than getting those who needed to get away out

oeThe Libyans are paying us in hard currency, the Iranian replied. oeApart from that, this is a real mess, no two ways about it.

Petrov nodded. oeYou're quite right on that. But one thing puzzled the General. oeHow do you communicate between each other

oeThe ultimate irony, General. Everyone speaks fluent English. The Iranian said, seeing his navigator nod.

The Vietnamese Air Force loadmaster came up. The plane was loaded. Ninety-two passengers in the seats, plus a number of stretcher cases on the cargo floor. oeTime to go, General, the Iranian copilot said.

Petrov nodded and backed away from the C-130. The crew fired up the engines, then taxied straight into its takeoff run. And the C-130 made it into the air, made a bank to the right, and headed south. Petrov watched it disappear in the distance, as two An-2s came up from Mexico, as did a pair of An-26s. Then Petrov saw a sight that chilled him. A big An-22 came in to make its supply drop, and as it did so, it had to fly straight and level. That made the big plane an easy target, and to Petrov's horror, two fighters, almost certainly F-16s, got in and one of them fired two missiles at the big transport. Both hit the starboard engines, and the resulting explosion tore the wing off the aircraft. The transport trailed fire, then rolled over and crashed just north of the field. And the F-16s weren't finished, for as they turned north, two MiG-23s came in to try and avenge the downed transport. The two F-16s broke, turned into their attackers, and shot both of them down. Only then did the two American fighters head north again.

[Matt Wiser]

Things keep going.....downhill for the Russians and Cubans:


1025 Hours: 175th Naval Infantry Brigade, South Padre Island, Texas.


Major Lazarev watched the smoke billowing up from the Coast Guard station, south of his headquarters. The remaining ships that hadn't sailed on their final operation had been scuttled, and the fuel tanks at the Coast Guard station had also been blown up, sending oily, black smoke up into the sky. And they'd also blown up the communications station there, putting the radio antenna into the bay. So now he had about five hundred navy personnel, mostly Soviets, but a few Cubans as well, to form yet another provisional infantry battalion. Just like the destroyer crew, he thought. Oh well, if the Americans do land, all they have to do is shoot straight. And die. His deputy came to him. oeComrade Major,

oeWhat is it Lazarev asked. It had already been a long morning.

oeAmerican ships approaching, Kamarov reports. the deputy said.

Lazarev turned and went inside to the stairway. Five floors up, then he found the observation point that the destroyer men had established when their original vantage point-the roof, had been made unsafe due to an American naval bombardment. He found Captain Lieutenant Kamarov sitting at his glasses, and consulting a ship-recognition manual. oeWell, Kamarov

oeIt's not four battleships, but one. And the cruiser Des Moines, Comrade Major, Kamarov reported.

One battleship was enough for Lazarev. The ghastly thought of four such ships bombarding his positions had made him very queasy. oeJust one What happened to the other three

Kamarov turned to the naval infantry officer. oeYou haven't heard

oeHeard what Lazarev replied.

oeThey're down south, at Boca Chica beach. Three battleships, and they bombarded the beach defenses, and there's now two brigades of Marines coming ashore.

oeLovely, Lazarev said. oeSo what are they doing here Just reminding us of what they can do

oeNo. The battleship there looks like it's North Carolina, and she's turning broadside to us. I suggest we all take cover in the basement. Kamarov very calmly said to Lazarev.

oeA sensible idea, Lazarev agreed. oeEveryone to the shelters.

Just as the Soviets reached their shelters, both American heavy ships opened fire. The shells sounded like freight trains as they came overhead, and there were loud explosions that followed. Smaller explosions were soon heard, and that mean the secondary guns from both ships were now in action. The shelling lasted for twenty minutes, before the two ships ceased fire. Lazarev and Kamarov went back up to the observation point, and found it still intact, to their surprise. But the building next door had taken several heavy-caliber shells, and what had been an eight-story resort condominium was now a burning shell that would soon collapse. Kamarov peered through the glasses. oeThey're departing, Major. Headed back south.

oeFire support for their Marines Lazarev asked.

oeNo doubt. I'm glad we're not facing that firepower. But someone's going to be in a world of hurt.


1050 Hours: Gulf Front Headquarters, San Benito Community College.


General Malinsky frowned as he read the message form. oeUnless reinforced and resupplied, 4th Guards Tank Army cannot hold more than a few hours. Though Malinsky was frowning, it was what he,and everyone at headquarters, expected to hear from Suraykin. The only thing was, they had expected it to be the following day at least. Malinsky looked up from the message form at the situation map. The 4th GTA had been split from 28th Army, and the Cuban 1st Army was being split apart itself. Both XVIII Airborne Corps and II MAF were pressing forward, and there wasn't much that could be done about it.

On his left, both 8th Guards and 3rd Shock Armies were giving ground, grudgingly, but they were still giving way to both XII Corps and VIII Corps. And the Cuban 2nd Army was also giving way, in some areas, it was very porous, but in others, the Cubans only pulled back when the air was turned to lead. But with American air activity at an all-time high, pulling back, if not done properly, could result in a massacre. It had happened before, Malinsky knew, and he'd seen it as an Army commander first-hand, in 1987 and 1988, and he knew that it could easily happen again. Major General Konstantin Durnov, Isakov's deputy Chief of Staff, came up to the Front Commander. oeComrade General,

oeDurnov, what is it now

oeWe've received the order to assemble all female service personnel for evacuation. The Assembly Point is the elementary school at Rancho Viejo. Durnov reported.

oeVery well. See to it, Durnov. Malinsky said. oeHow much longer, until Suraykin either pulls back, or is destroyed

oeThat's hard to say, Comrade General. It all depends on what XVIII Airborne Corps has in mind. They can pin Suraykin's forces up against the units to their front, and wipe them out, or simply envelop them in a cauldron battle, by linking up with XII Corps. Durnov said, waving at the map.

oeJust as we did, in 1985-86, Malinsky commented. oeMore than once.

oeYes, Comrade General, Durnov agreed. oeThere's one area that both General Isakov and I have been worried about: that's Cuban 2nd Army's left flank.

oeI've noticed. That one regiment holding along Highway 281 is hanging on for dear life. Then again, just about every unit here is hanging on for dear life.Malinsky observed.

oeAh, yes, Comrade General, Durnov said. oeHowever, if that one regiment gives way, that opens up Highway 281, and there's nothing between that Cuban regiment and Brownsville itself.

Malinsky looked at the map again. He saw where a staff officer had marked the Cubans, along with the American unit opposite them. And he saw which unit it was. oeThey're facing the 49th Armored

Durnov looked at his commander with downcast eyes. oeI'm afraid so, Comrade General.

Malinsky nodded. oeThere are three American units that are the most dangerous, and two of them are here, he noted. oeThere's those New Yorkers from the 42nd Mechanized Infantry, who've sworn vengeance for the destruction of Manhattan, and the Texans from the 49th, who've preached revenge for what happened to their home state, and not only have they preached revenge, they practice it.

oeThat they do, Comrade General. Durnov agreed. oeAt least we haven't seen the 13th Armored Cavalry Regiment.....

Malinsky thundered, oeThose lunatics! Only in America could one recruit a military unit out of an outlaw motorcycle gang, and yet they did! The Americans gleefully point out that the unit uses less ammunition than any unit of comparable size, and produces more corpses than a similar-sized formation.

oeComrade General...

oeJust because they haven't been identified yet doesn't mean they're not here! Malinsky roared.

oeThat is so, Comrade General. Durnov said.

Malinsky calmed down. oeAll right, proceed with that evacuation. Now, we've got some front-level troops who are no longer useful, correct I'm talking chemical defense, our air defense missile brigade, some redundant artillerymen, and nonessential personnel in some of our signals and communications units-that is, people who do not have access to secret information or equipment

oeThat's so, Comrade General.

Malinsky looked at the map again. oeRemind them that they have rifles as well as whatever equipment they usually handle. Put them here, across the 77-83 freeway, at the northern edge of San Benito. And gather up any excess air force personnel at the San Benito Airport, and have them defend the airport.


1110 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, along U.S. 281, near Rangerville, Texas.


Colonel Herrera watched as his men dug in at their new position. They'd had some American air activity, including an attack by a pair of A-7s, but had gotten off relatively scot-free. However, those using the ribbon bridge nearby were not so fortunate, as the American planes were concentrating on the bridge traffic. Though a few vehicles came north, most traffic using the bridge was headed south into Mexico, and the aircraft swarmed all over them. He also looked to the north, along Highway 281, and knew that the American force he'd been fighting for the last two days was coming his way, and he'd best be prepared. Already, some of his engineers were out in front, laying a few mines, and being conspicuous in putting out warning signs in areas that were not mined as well. Any trick that he could think of to delay the Americans, he'd do his level best to employ. But he also knew that the Americans wouldn't fall for the same trick twice, and so he had to be innovative. Then Major Murayev, the Soviet air-assault officer who commanded the two battalions of air-assault troops attached to his regiment, came to him. oeMajor, what brings you here

oeComrade Colonel, Murayev said. oeI was wondering if you were planning on using the bridges. If so, my men and I would be pleased to be your rearguard.

oeNo, Comrade Major, that's not what I have in mind. Have one of your battalions at the intersection proper: there's a few ruined buildings there that can provide some protection, Herrera said. He went on, adding, I want the other battalion with the motor-rifle troops; they're pretty shaky at the moment, and could use a good shot in the arm with your boys around.

Murayev nodded. A delaying action once again, but still...What about the bridge, Comrade Colonel

oeHave your men inform those engineers in charge of the bridge. Have it prepared for demolition, and do it fast. We won't have much time. Herrera said.

Murayev glanced upwards. oeThe Americans may solve that problem for us, Comrade Colonel. Aircraft alarm!

The Cubans Soviets took cover as four A-7s came in again, and once more, their target was the bridge.
Two of the A-7s fired Maverick missiles at the bridge proper, blowing sections of it apart, while the other two Corsairs dropped cluster bombs on the vehicles lined up waiting to cross. Trucks and buses-many filled with those being evacuated south, went up in flames as the submunitions exploded the soft-skinned vehicles. Then all four aircraft came around to strafe with their 20-mm cannon, and more vehicles exploded. As they pulled out and away, two Strela (SA-7) missiles were fired by Herrera's motor-rifle troops, but missed. After the aircraft departed, the two officers picked themselves up, and surveyed the scene at the bridge. A wrecked ribbon bridge, plus two or three dozen wrecked vehicles, and numerous casualties. Murayev shook his head, and then turned to Colonel Herrera. oeComrade Colonel, I believe that the order about the bridge is now irrevelant.

Herrera nodded. oeSo it is, Major. So it is. All right. Get your men in position and ready. Again, no heroics.

The air-assault officer nodded, and went off to inform his commanders. Herrera's deputy then came to him. oeComrade Colonel, we've a message from the provisional battalion left as a rearguard.

oeAnd Herrera wanted to know.

oeThey are in the process of being overrun, Comrade Colonel, then the radio went dead. said the deputy.


To the north, Captain Kozak's team was busy blasting the Cuban provisionals out of their position. Some had taken up positions in a abandoned farmhouse, while others had dug in beside the road. They may have been chemical defense or rear-echelon troops, but they fought, regardless. To crush their resistance, Kozak got an artillery mission onto the farmhouse, and another one on the positions along the highway, along with an air strike by A-7s. The Cubans gave up when they were first blasted, then overrun, by both tank platoons. She asked one Cuban prisoner why they kept fighting when it was hopeless, and the man said that their commander, who was also a political officer, shot several men who tried to run, and they remained in their positions out of fear of the man. One of them finally showed Kozak the political officer's body, torn apart by an artillery blast, and she nodded understanding. After securing the area, and sending the prisoners to the rear, she contacted her battalion comander and informed him of this development. He understood, and ordered her team to continue forward once it was ready. Ten minutes later, the team continued on ahead, having been told about a ribbon bridge at the next intersection, and that it had been wrecked by air attack. But the pilots had reported enemy armor nearby, so Kozak and Team Bravo were warned to be careful, and if armor was found in strength, to call in aircraft-it appeared things were moving fast elsewhere, and that today might be the last day, so the adage oeammunition is cheaper than human life was being employed with a vengeance by not only Division, but all over the front.


1125 Hours: 76th Guards Air Assault Division/47th Tank Brigade, along Texas Highway 4, east of Brownsville, Texas.


General Andreyev could see things clearly for himself, and he knew full well that the U.S. Marines were coming. His own divisional reconnaissance had reported LAV-25s and infantry pushing forward, and there were Marine helicopters and Harriers prowling overhead. Already, some of his positions had been struck by air attack, and it was clear that battle would soon be joined. He'd also heard from the 47th Tank Brigade, and they were also under air attack, and that first, their own air defense assets had been systematically destroyed, and only then did American aircraft attack the brigade directly. Carrier-based aircraft were now paying attention to the tank brigade, and especially the 135 T-72A tanks, that posed the main threat to the Marine landing. Not only that, but F-111s had paid visits as well, in flights of four to eight, making level bomb runs a la B-52s.

Now, as he surveyed the terrain ahead of him, he knew that the Marines would soon be getting close. And if this was to be the last battle the 76th Guards would fight, then so much the better: the elite of the Soviet Army against the elite U.S. Marines. And his division would be able to end its proud history, in battle with troops who were just as proud of their heritage as his men were of theirs. His operations officer came to him. oeComrade General,

oeWhat is it, Viktor

oeComrade General, our forward outposts are reporting the Americans closing on their positions. And there's more: naval gunfire is falling among them. the operations man said.

Andreyev turned to face the man. oeWhat I thought our positions were out of range of that. Even the battleship guns.

oeEvidently not, Comrade General. The shell craters are very big, they say. And that means..

oeBattleship guns-those forty-centimeter guns. And if they're in range, so are we. Andreyev said. He turned to the division's engineer officer. oeGet more shelters dug for troops, weapons, supplies. And do it now!

oeRight away, Comrade General! the man said, going off to get his men to work

Then his deputy came to Andreyev with a message. oeComrade General, the 235th is taking fire. Not small-arms or mortar fire, but heavy-caliber fire.

oeMarine artillery They could have landed their guns by now. Andreyev said.

oeNo, Comrade General. It's the heavy stuff. Battleship guns.

Andreyev went to have a look for himself. On the roof of the command bunker, he scanned the horizon with his binoculars. Sure enough, he could see the outline of ships, with flashes of gunfire coming from them. And then the shells landed on his positions, with huge fountains of dirt and debris coming up. He went back into the command bunker, and roared at his intelligence officer. oeWho prepared the range tables for the naval gunfire

oeThat would be Admiral Gordikov, Comrade General. the intelligence officer replied.

Andreyev fumed at the Navy, but held his temper. oeInform the Admiral that his range estimates were incorrect. We're taking battleship-caliber gunfire.

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1145 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.

General Petrov shook his head in amazement. That Libyan C-130 was back, and a small menagerie of various transports followed it in from Mexico. Three An-26s, two An-12s, two Il-76s, a Tu-154, and an Il-62 with North Korean markings had all come in from the south, while the Cuba run was becoming a life-or-death experience. Half of the planes from Cuba that were scheduled in hadn't made it, while most of those from Mexico had gotten in. Petrov smiled, and turned to his deputy. oeGet those aircraft offloaded immediately. See if we can't get more wounded in those aircraft, if at all possible.

oeYes, Comrade General. the man replied.

Petrov then went to the map. Those pilots who had made it in from Cuba were reporting U.S. Navy fighters from a point about three hundred kilometers west of Havana, all the way to the halfway point of the flight. Then it appeared the U.S. Air Force was taking over interdiction, with more F-15s and F-16s being reported. And the escort fighters were simply being overwhelmed by the number of American fighters swarming the transports. While they were inflicting losses on the Americans, their own casualties had been horrendous to say the least. Now he knew full well what the German commanders like Gen. Wolfram von Richthofen had felt on the Stalingrad lift. His operations officer came to him. oeYes

oeComrade General, it's Marshal Alekseyev on the phone for you.

Petrov went to the phone in the operations room. oeI'll take it here. Picking it up, he said. oeYes, Comrade Marshal

oePetrov, how's it going

oeComrade Marshal, about what I expected, though the lift from Mexico has been a surprising thing: more of them are getting through, though I fear this won't last long. Petrov said.

oeAnd the planes coming in to take the Hall government out Andreyev asked.

oeThey'll be in at 1300, Comrade Marshal.

oeI see...All right. Petrov, you've done all you can. The Rodina will need your services elsewhere. Turn things over to your deputy, and get yourself out of there. That's an order. Alekseyev said firmly.

oeComrade Marshal-

oeI know, you've got Air Force personnel there who won't have a chance of getting out. But you are an airlift specialist, and your talents are needed. Alekseyev reminded the general.

And Petrov knew it. But he still felt a sense of loyalty to his men. oeLet the record show that I obey the orders of my commander-in-chief.

oeGood. Put your deputy in charge, and get yourself on the next plane out. Cuba or Mexico, it doesn't matter.


1200 Hours: Headquarters, 4th Guards Tank Army, Harlingen, Texas.

General Suraykin took the list from his supply officer. The man had brought him a list of what had either been air-dropped or brought in by helicopter, and they both knew that it wasn't enough. It might let them last a day, but the problem now was getting the supplies to those who needed it. And with American aircraft and attack helicopters roaming the sky.....

oeComrade General Isakov asked.

oeGolikov. What is it Suraykin replied.

The Chief of Staff handed him the phone. oeIt's General Nikonov at 38th Tanks.

Suraykin took the receiver. oeNikonov What's your situation

oeComrade General, my situation, for want of a better word, is catastrophic. I'm only in communications with one regiment, and the Americans have simply engulfed the others. There's no contact at all with 24th Tanks, nor any unit from 28th Army, and couriers I've sent to both have not returned-nor are they likely to. Nikonov reported.

oeSave whatever you can, Nikonov. Get back to Army Headquarters if at all possible. Suraykin ordered. oeGet here as fast as you can.

oeIf we don't make it, it's because we're dead, Nikonov observed dryly. oeWe'll try, Comrade General.

Then the line went dead. oeA one-in-ten chance he makes it, Suraykin commented.

oeYes, Comrade General. There's this from 52nd Tanks and 6th GMRD. They're being split from the 105th Guards. The 24th Tanks is being pocketed as well.

Suraykin nodded. He had one last look at the map. oeWe were close, Golikov. We were close. He took out a piece of paper and wrote down a message. oeSend this to Marshal Alekseyev. Do it fast, and when you come back, begin destroying all secret materials.

Golikov looked at the paper. oeDidn't they say this in the arenas, two thousand years ago

oeI think so, but it does describe our predicament. Get it off at once. Suraykin ordered.


1205 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.


Marshal Alekseyev had ordered all the female staff evacuated, and though they could have gone out by helicopter-the Mi-26s were still going in and out, evacuation of the intelligence sections and high-priority personnel such as signals intelligence, took priority. Several captured buses were made available, and the buses were soon parked outside the headquarters. As the female staff got onto the buses, and some were saying goodbye to boyfriends, Major Kokorev came down with Commander Carlisle. oeComrade Marshal, Kokarev said.

oeMajor. And Commander, Alekseyev said, nodding. oeMajor, I trust you understand your orders fully

oeI do, Comrade Marshal. She is to be given her safe-conduct pass, and once we reach an intact ribbon bridge, Commander Carlisle is to be released, and directed towards American lines, said the Major.

oeExcellent, Kokarev, Alekseyev said. oeCommander, when you do reach your lines, I do hope you'll report that your treatment was exemplary

oeI'll say that it was better than I expected, but not surprised, given the circumstances.

oeFair enough, Alekseyev said. He then signed both the pass and the cover letter, and gave it to Colonel Sergetov, who countersigned it. Then it was handed to Commander Carlisle. oeAgain, Commander, I want you to know that not all of us are barbarians, and that our past conduct certainly reflects on our image. And as I said earlier, we cannot change the past, no matter what we wish.

She nodded. oeI'll report that as well. A pity, Marshal, that your predecessors didn't have your attitude.

oeQuite true. Now, Major, please escort her to the first bus, and then get to the Assembly point in Rancho Viejo. Once you've gotten all who've made the rendezvous, head to one of the ribbon bridges over the Rio Grande. And get the women to safety. Alekseyev said.

Kokarev nodded gravely. oeI will fulfill my mission, Comrade Marshal.

Major Kokarev escorted the American to the lead bus, then he mounted his own vehicle, a BTR-70. Another BTR-70, along with two BRDMs, escorted the buses as they drove north to the rendezvous point. And not only Alekseyev, but many of the staff, waved as they left. Then General Dudorov came to him. oeComrade Marshal, it's time for me to go.

oeDudorov, I wish you good luck. I know you had to leave a few of your staff behind to finish destroying documents... Alekseyev said.

oeThank you, Comrade Marshal. Those staffers do have a means of making sure their true identities and assignments remain hidden: false papers. Dudorov said.

oeGood. Here, these are for my daughters, Alekseyev said, handing a packet to Dudorov. oeI have no idea if Major Sorokin made it to Moscow. You have everything Sorokin had in that packet, and some extra material.

oeI will deliver them personally, Comrade Marshal. Dudorov replied. oeAnd Colonel, do you have anything for your father, the Minister

Sergetov nodded, and handed him a letter as well.

The Mi-26 pilot came over. oeComrade General, it's time.

Dudorov nodded as the pilot saluted the Marshal, then went back to his helicopter. He saluted Alekseyev one last time. oeIt's been an honor to serve with you, Comrade Marshal.

Alekseyev returned the salute, and the intelligence chief scrambled aboard the Mi-26. It lifted off, and headed into Mexico. After the helicopter left, Alekseyev and Sergetov returned to the headquarters, where staffers were feverishly destroying documents and other classified items. They went back into the operations room, where Chibisov stood, regarding the operations map. oePavel Pavlovitch,

oeComrade Marshal, this came for you from General Suraykin. Chibisov said, handing him a message form.

Alekseyev read the message. He handed it to Colonel Sergetov. oeThat's it, then.

Sergetov read it himself. oeThose who are about to die salute you. read the message. oeComrade Marshal, the old gladiators' phrase.

oeYes. And it perfectly describes Suraykin's situation. He turned to Chibisov. oeThere's still communications with Moscow

oeOf course, Comrade Marshal, Chibisov said.

oeGood. Send this to Marshal Ahkromayev: 'Final collapse no more than twenty-four hours away. This command has done its full duty to the Rodina.' Get that off at once.

Chibisov nodded, just as a staffer came up with another message. oeComrade Marshal, President Hall wants to see you before he leaves. At the airport.

Alekseyev scowled at that. Seeing Hall was the last thing he wanted, given that he felt that the whole oeLiberation Government was a mistake-among many-that the Soviets had made. But there were still those who might have their own channels to Moscow.....and would report that he hadn't seen Hall off. oeVery well. Get my vehicle and driver. It's distasteful, but getting him out of here will certainly help.


1220 Hours: Cuban 214th Tank Regiment, along U.S. 281, near Rangerville, Texas.

Colonel Herrera looked north along the highway, just as he'd done often the last few days. Now, he waited for the Americans to come again, and hopefully, be delayed again. Now, his location was about two kilometers north of the intersection of 281 and F.M. 2520, where there was another ribbon bridge, and a lot of southbound traffic. He now had sixteen T-72s in First Battalion, and fourteen in Second. Third battalion's T-55s were now gone, and the motor-rifle battalion was down to a weak company, and his artillery was down by half-the air attacks had had an effect, no doubt about it. But now, he thought, this position is good. A couple of small irrigation canals would help in hindering the Americans, while he'd put his tanks in position to cover the canals. And the Soviet air-assault troopers were in position as well: they felt that they had a chance to use their remaining Metis (AT-7) antitank missiles. But Herrera's order remained the same: no heroic last stands. Delay as long as possible. And his deputy came up to him. oeFernando, what is it

oeComrade Colonel, we've lost contact with Army Headquarters. Enemy Jamming is very intense.

oeTo be expected, Herrera said. What was the last message from Headquarters

The deputy replied, oeTo continue as long as possible.

Herrera looked at him. oeGood. And we'll do just that.


Unfortunately for Colonel Herrera, his dispositions were now known to the Americans. An OH-58 scout helicopter had spotted the Cuban and Soviet positions, and had reported that back to 49th Armored Division headquarters. The division had just been given a battalion of AH-64A Apaches from Corps to use, and the division's aviation brigade was now making full use of the deadly Apaches. A company of the helicopter gunships was sent to support 3rd Brigade, and those helicopters went after the 214th. And as had happened so many times in the past, the first indication that the Cubans were under attack was when armored vehicles began blowing up.

oeTake cover! Herrera yelled as Hellfire missiles began raining down on his regiment. He could see that they were standing off, out of range of his air defenses, though apart from a few Strela-M missiles (SA-14) he had no real air defense left. And the American helicopters went about their business in a methodical manner, destroying tanks, then artillery, then APCs. Eight Apaches came in, and in the space of fifteen minutes, had destroyed all but eight of his tanks, and left him with exactly four 2S1s to give artillery support. They had then come in with rockets to plaster his motor-rifle troops and the Soviet air-assault troopers, and had wrecked a few more vehicles with their 30-mm cannon. And after the Apaches left, a rain of artillery-both HE and ICM rounds, came in.

To the north, Captain Nancy Kozak and her Team watched it all from a distance. Fireballs signaled the death of armored vehicles, while smaller explosions marked rocket fire finding its mark. After the Apaches had left, the battalion commander called in an artillery mission, and plastered the area worked by the helicopter gunships. Three volleys of HE and ICM rained down on the Cubans, and then all was suddenly quiet. It was time. She called up her platoon leaders and gave the command to move out.

Colonel Herrera stood up from his foxhole as the Apaches left. He looked around and saw that his regiment was now mostly a collection of wrecked vehicles and dead and maimed men. His deputy came over from a hole next to the wrecked command vehicles, and just shook his head. oeComrade Colonel, now what'

oeWe do the best we can. There's no way we can fight a delaying action and get away with it, said the Colonel.

The deputy nodded. Both men went over to find the chief of staff, but he had been in one of the command vehicles, and it had taken a Hellfire missile. Herrera saw that his remaining tanks and artillery pieces were moving up, along with an intact BMP. He turned to the deputy. oeFernando, gather those with weapons and set up a position the best you can. I'm going forward.

Before the deputy could reply, Herrera went to the BMP and told its surprised commander that he was relieved. The sergeant got off in favor of his colonel, and Herrera ordered the remaining vehicles forward. As he did so, he saw the Soviet air-assault troopers stand up and follow his lead. One final attack on the enemy, that was what he wanted, and he was sure, the Soviets wanted as well.

oeSix, They're coming at us, one of the mech platoon leaders said over Kozak's radio.

So much the better, Kozak thought. It beats this delaying crap, and it sure beats digging them out of their holes. oeLet them close, then fire on my order.

The platoons acknowledged, while Kozak called for battalion mortars to fire on the advancing enemy. As the mortars rained down, she told the gunner to raise the TOW missile launcher up, and find a target. oeGot a BMP at twelve, Cap'n. was his reply.

oeWhen I say fire, take him. Kozak said.

Herrera peered through the commander's sight on the BMP. The American armor was closing, and soon, they'd be in range. He ordered the four remaining artillery pieces to pull off, then set up to fire, while the T-72s and BMP closed with the Americans. One of the tanks used its laser rangefinder to get a range: 2900 meters. Not quite yet.

oeSix, this is Three-One. Range now 2800. Third Platoon called. Close enough. It was time. She called over the platoon net, oeTake 'em! And to her gunner Kozak calmly said, oeSend it.

The Team opened fire at once. Five of the eight T-72s took hits from tank fire and exploded at once. And Kozak's TOW missile flew straight and true to the BMP, exploding it. Then the other three tanks, along with the four SO-122s, took tank fire and exploded. Then the Team blasted both the advancing Soviet troops and the Cuban position with tank and Bradley fire, finishing what the battalion mortars had started. Within minutes, she was in the Cuban position so recently devastated by the Apaches, and a Cuban major stood up with a white flag, and she called a cease-fire. Kozak got down from the Bradley, took off her CVC helmet, drew her .45, and went over to the Cuban officer.

oeMajor Fernando Sotomayor, 214th Tank Regiment. I surrender my troops to you.

oeTell your men to drop their weapons, gather your wounded, and start walking north along the highway, Major. I don't have time to take your men, but there's others following us, and they will take care of you. He nodded as she called over to her First Sergeant. oeFirst Sergeant! Give these men some water, some MREs, and point them north. We're headed for Brownsville, and there's nothing in our way.

oeYes, Ma'am!

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The clock is winding down on the Soviets and their Cuban lackeys...and the road to Brownsville is wide open (well, one of them, anyway)...



1240 Hours: Cuban 2nd Army Headquarters, Rangerville, Texas.


General Perez knew it before his chief of staff came to him with the official word. The 214th had been annihilated. The last radio message had reported an Apache attack, and that American armor was fast approaching, before the sender went off the air-suddenly, and Perez presumed, violently. He turned to the map as the chief of staff came up. oeThat's it, then, for the 214th

oeI'm afraid so, Comrade General. No further word from them, the chief said.

oeDon't bother trying to reach them. Right now, the only thing stopping the Americans from charging down Highway 281 is their own fuel supply. If they're running low....otherwise, they'll be in Brownsville by evening, Perez noted.

The chief looked at the map. oeThose ribbon bridges are in our sector, Comrade General. Shall I...

Perez looked at him, then again at the map. oeBy all means, warn them. Have them ready to destroy the bridges when the enemy approaches.

The chief nodded and went to send the message. oeAnd one other thing: notify Front Headquarters: tell them 281 is now undefended.

oeYes, Comrade General.

Perez looked at the map again. Though his Army was still cohesive, he had nothing left to put on Highway 281. He'd had to send some provisional units to his front, to bolster two remaining divisions, but nothing left to send against the Americans on the highway. Unless General Malinsky, the Front Commander, has something, that's it, he realized. The General went over to his Political Officer.

oeComrade General the man asked.

oeDestroy any sensitive materials, if you haven't done so already. And there's still a chance for you and some of your people to get out via one of the ribbon bridges, if you choose.

oeThank you, Comrade General. The....sensitive material will be destroyed, immediately. the Political Officer replied.

Perez nodded. oeDo you still wish to leave

oeGiven that the Americans consider many political officers to be war criminals, I would like to do so, Comrade General.

oeAll right, then. Get ready to leave by 1400. And the Chief of staff will be with you. I want the Army's war diary to get out, and him with it, so that a personal report can be made. Perez said.

oeOf course, Comrade General.

1300 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.

Marshal Alekseyev, Colonel Sergetov, and General Petrov waited by the hangar that served as Petrov's office and specialist holding area. There were still several hundred men, all priority cases, who needed to leave. And it disgusted all three that two aircraft that could be used to evacuate them were being misused to get the Hall Government out to Cuba. Now, they were waiting on the collaborationists to arrive, and get them out of the pocket. It was very clear, even to the most die-hard Party member or Political Officer, that there wasn't much time left. And the soldiers of the Commandant's Service were taking some severe means to maintain order. Line-jumpers were immediately taken out and shot, while those that tried to rush aircraft were similarly dealt with. While waiting for Hall and his entourage to arrive, Alekseyev turned to Petrov, with an angry tone in his voice. oeI thought I ordered you out.

oeI'm going, Comrade General, on the next Mi-26. Even if the pocket goes today, we'll still have forces in Mexico, and who knows when the Americans will come charging over the Rio Grande, intending to settle with the Mexicans. I can get things organized on the aviation side of things, Petrov said.

Alekseyev nodded his approval. oeI take it you're not that certain about running the gauntlet to Havana

oeNo, Comrade General. The Americans have been feasting on transports the whole day so far. Right now, it's one in four that's getting in, reported Petrov.

A staff officer came over to the three senior officers. oeComrade Marshal, the planes for President Hall are on approach. And there's two Mi-26s coming in as well. A Libyan C-130 is on short final, along with two An-2s, an An-12, and three Il-76s.

Alekseyev nodded, while Sergetov was amazed. oeA Libyan C-130

oeI was surprised too, Colonel, Petrov said. oeThe Libyan government bought the aircraft before their estrangement with the Americans. The command pilot is Libyan, the copilot and navigator are Iranian, while the flight engineer and loadmaster are Vietnamese. And the common language they all use is English. I do appreciate the irony.

The Libyan C-130 came in and landed. It was followed by an An-74 and an Il-62, the latter with Cubana markings, then a Tu-154 with North Korean insignia. The C-130 taxied over to the hangar, while the other aircraft taxied over to the terminal building. As the C-130 dropped its ramp, supply pallets were rolled off, and a Soviet ground crew quickly used forklifts to get the supplies out of the way. Then a group of specialists, ninety men, were ushered to the C-130, which hadn't even shut down its engines. Once the men were aboard, the plane quickly taxied to the runway, gunned its engines, and made a quick takeoff. After it took off, an Mi-26 came in and landed near the hangar, and taxied in. The pilot got out and came to the trio. He looked nervous as he saw Marshal Alekseyev, but managed to keep his cool. oeComrade Marshal...we've two Mi-26s and two Mi-8s left. One of the latter is taking out more headquarters personnel, as is one of the former. General Malinsky asked for the use of the remaining Mi-8 to get his intelligence officer and some of that staff component out.

Alekseyev nodded approval, turning to Petrov. oeYou're getting on that helicopter. Now. And give my regards to the Rodina: you will see it before I will.

Petrov came to full attention, just like in his cadet days. oeComrade Marshal, It has been an honor to serve with, and under, you.

oeIt's not the Air Force's fault, Petrov, Alekseyev said. oeIt's those who failed to get us out of this mess that are responsible. When you do see Marshal Akhromayev, as you most likely will, emphasize that in your report.

Petrov looked at his Theater Commander with a grave look in his eyes. oeI will, Comrade Marshal.

oeNow go. But before you see the Defense Minister, see your family. Many here will not have that opportunity ever again, Alekseyev said, saluting Petrov.

Petrov returned the salute, then grabbed a small bag and went onto the MI-26. Alekseyev and Sergetov dropped back as the big helicopter taxied and did a rolling takeoff, kicking up dust as it did so, before pulling up and away. Within two minutes, it was clearly over Mexico, and headed to safety-though with American aircraft roaming the sky over northern Mexico almost at will, that was a relative term.

oeWell, let's tend to Hall and his clique. Then, Sergetov, you and General Chibisov will have an important meeting to prepare for. Alekseyev said.

Colonel Sergetov nodded, knowing full well what that meant.


1310 Hours: 76th Guards Air Assault Division/47th Tank Brigade, east of Brownsville, Texas.


The bombardment from the American battleships and cruiser had stopped. For General Andreyev, it was about time, and he went up to the roof of the command bunker to have a look for himself. He did a full 360-degree scan with his binoculars, and he saw defensive positions torn apart by heavy-caliber shells, BMD infantry carriers and other vehicles tossed around like toys, and artillery positions ripped to pieces. The 47th Tank Brigade had also taken some of the battleships' fire, and two battalions of tanks had been especially hard hit. Not to mention the fact that American aircraft had been overhead before the bombardment, striking armor and artillery positions. Now, he knew the Marines would be coming, and coming hard, to strike his position. His chief of staff came to him, and Andreyev regarded him. oeYes, Anatoly

oeComrade General, Colonel Suslov reports he's taken about thirty percent casualties from the shelling. The other regiments haven't reported in yet, but they're likely to be worse off.

oeOur defense was based on being out of range of naval guns, Anatoly, Andreyev commented. oeHow close to shore were they

oeI've talked with a navy officer, Comrade General. He's estimating that they were about five thousand meters off the shoreline. Maybe a little more. And no extended-range ammunition: all of the shells were likely the usual forty-centimeter high-capacity rounds used for shore bombardment. the chief replied.

The General nodded. oeThey don't need to use armor-piercing shells here-and I imagine that their magazines are full of the high-capacity shells.

oeThat's very likely, Comrade General. replied the chief. oeThe 47th has reported in: two of their tank battalions are combat ineffective, and their motor-rifle battalion has taken about fifty percent losses.

oeWhich reduces the power of our counterattack, when it comes, Andreyev observed. oeAnd now that the bombardment has lifted, that allows their carrier planes to return.

oeI'm afraid it does, Comrade General.

oeAnd the Marines won't advance further until after another round of air strikes goes in asked the General.

oeThat's practically a given, the chief said.

Andreyev looked at the situation map. The Americans had hardly moved since the first shells landed on his positions. oeIf I was commanding those Marines, I'd do the same.


1320 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.


Marshal Alekseyev looked at the collaborationist leadership with contempt, and despite his strong feelings about the whole thing, managed to hide that contempt from President Hall and his cabinet. Though the Ambassador was still supportive of the whole idea, even he knew that the hopes that there would be those in America still friendly to socialism were dashed-likely for good, and that the Northern Theater would be finished in a a matter of weeks, not months. President Hall, not knowing Alekseyev's strong feelings on him and his government, came over to the Marshal, who did maintain his courtesy. oeComrade President,

oeMarshal. The last I saw you, you were a general, Hall said. oeThings change.

Alekseyev nodded. oeThey do, Comrade President. Any regrets Because this may be the last time you see your native soil, you do realize.

oeI do, Marshal, I do. It's that if only I had fewer ties to Moscow, or that if our propaganda had been done properly, people would have understood the promise that socialism has, and that I was only trying to save America from itself, Hall said. oeInstead of a socialist America, living in peace and harmony with the world, and setting an example for others, now, the country is more reactionary than it ever was. And I, along with all of my cabinet, have prices on our heads.

Alekseyev surveyed the cabinet members, who were talking with some of the Soviet officers, as well as Ambassador Markarev. He knew full well that the bounties were more than justified, and in fact, if he had his way, these....people would not be flown out, and he'd turn them over to the Americans as part of any cease-fire. And he knew that Marshal Akhromayev in Moscow felt the same way. He took a deep breath, and said, oeKnowing that you did as well, to state and national officials, it's not a shock that they return the favor.

oeI know, Marshal. But even though they were issued in my name, and I approved them, it was Vice-President Davis' suggestion, Hall said, gesturing toward her. And Alekseyev nodded, even though she, more than Hall, was someone he'd gladly turn over to General Powell. Davis had a reputation of being a cold, heartless bitch who had a vicious streak of ruthlessness, and the price on her head matched that.

oeYes, Comrade President. But you did approve the idea, and it was Franklin who implemented-or tried to-the suggestion. And the response was to place those rewards on you and your cabinet-without exception. You reap what you have sown, the saying goes, Alekseyev reminded Hall.

oeThat's quite so, Marshal. Now, not only me, but the rest of the cabinet, are regarded by the reactionary government in Philadelphia as the worst traitors in American history, and they are supported by the news media, and it appears, the vast majority of the people. No one wants to hear that we wanted to save America from itself, or build a new America out of the old. No! We are seen as puppets of the KGB and the DGI, and the news media even has so-called commentators calling for our summary execution if caught. Without even a trial, Hall said, tears welling in his eyes.

Now, Alekseyev's contempt almost came to the surface. But he restrained himself. oeGiven that the PSD also performed such executions, why does that not surprise you My intelligence staff has seen those broadcasts, and by no means is that feeling universal.

oeTrue, but it seems like it's the majority opinion. Hall let out a sigh, almost one of relief. oeNow the dream is over. We'll continue the struggle from Havana and Moscow, but I'm not much of an optimist.

Before Alekseyev could reply, a SAF colonel came in. oeComrades, both aircraft are ready. They've been refueled, and are ready for boarding.

Ambassador Markarev came over. oeIt's time, Comrade President.

Hall nodded, and shook Alekseyev's hand. oeWe did everything we could, Marshal. It wasn't enough. Thank you, for everything. He turned to the Ambassador. oeAnd you, too, Comrade Ambassador, for all that you have done. After that, Hall and his cabinet went out to the aircraft, where they were split into two groups. Hall and half the cabinet boarded an An-74, while the other group, led by Vice-President Davis, boarded the North Korean Tu-154. While most of their staff members went with either group, some additional staff, along with some that Alekseyev recognized as PSD members, got aboard the Cubana Il-62. The planes started their engines, taxied to the runway, and one after the other, took off and headed east, out towards Cuba.

oeWell, that's the end of that, Alekseyev observed. He turned to the Ambassador, oeThat mistake should never have happened.

Makarev was astonished; oh, he had heard that the Army had been against the formation of the Hall government, and not only the General Staff, but the GRU as well-arguing that the population of the occupied territories would not consider any such government legitimate, but it would only fan the flames of an already active resistance movement. Those objections had been noted for the record, and overruled. Now, Makarev knew that the Army would use this in the ongoing debate back in Moscow, over whether or not to continue the war. While the Defense Council and most of the Politburo were in favor, there were candidate members of the Politburo, members of the Central Committee, and key generals and admirals who were in favor of a settlement. But his boss, Foreign Minister Tumansky, was still in favor of continuing the war. oeComrade Marshal, the government showed promise: it demonstrated how socialism could work in America-

oeIt only demonstrated how it could flourish at the point of our guns! Alekseyev shouted. oeIn case you haven't been out of the embassy that much, that government's two main bodies-the ALA and the PSD-created more guerrillas than they managed to eliminate, and engendered not only that much more hatred of us, but it turned anyone who associated themselves with that government into a traitor, and even now, the Americans have been very ruthless in dealing with those who cooperated with us. Those who can't prove they were forced to cooperate at gunpoint have little chance in court: either death on the gallows or a very lengthy prison sentence.

Makarev was shocked. He'd never had any Army officer-of any senior position-tell this to his face. Then again, the Foreign Ministry was a minor player in the struggle between the Army, the Party, and the KGB. Comrade Marshal, at the time, victory appeared to be only a matter of months-at most a year-away. Creating a government that would show a socialist America as a true partner with the Rodina-

oeCreating a government that is now considered to be the equivalent of the Vichyites in France, you mean. Not even the UN would recognize them-or did that fact ever escape your attention Alekseyev thundered. oeI thought not. I suggest you get the hell not only out of my sight, but on the next helicopter or aircraft out of here. This area will be back under its previous owners within a day, and the Americans would love to have Hall's chief supervisor-their term, not mine-in custody. Alekseyev then turned and, with contemptuous ease, walked out on the Ambassador, leaving Makarev babbling in his wake.

As the Marshal and Sergetov left the terminal building, Sergetov turned to his Marshal. oeI wonder if he'd ever had anyone tell him that to his face, Comrade Marshal

oeI doubt it, Colonel. Let's get back to headquarters: you have a meeting to prepare, and I will make my final report to the Defense Council.

[Matt Wiser]

And it continues:


1355 Hours: Soviet evacuee assembly area, Rancho Viejo, Texas.


Captain Galina Chernova sat outside what had been an elementary school prewar, waiting for a ride south. She and her fellow staff members from the 324th Field Hospital had tearfully left their patients, though Colonel Dherkov had listened to their pleas to remain, he had been firm. All of the women had to leave, without exception. She had said goodbye to her male comrades-the doctors and orderlies who would remain behind, as had her fellow staff members, some of whom were leaving boyfriends behind to an uncertain fate. At least in a few hours, they'd be in Mexico, safe for the moment, and they'd either get transportation to Cuba, or at the very least, be reassigned to a hospital with those forces who'd escaped south earlier.

There were about a couple hundred evacuees waiting to leave: all were from other hospitals, or had served in some capacity in Front-level offices as clerical staff, signals people, or even in field kitchens. But all were glad to be leaving-it beat staying behind and falling into the hands of that lunatic motorcycle gang that had become a cavalry regiment, and being gang-raped before being dragged behind their motorcycles or tanks. Then a shout came: the buses were arriving. And so they did, escorted by two BTRs and two BRDMs. When they stopped, the evacuees noticed that some of the buses already had passengers. An officer came and told everyone to get on the buses-and that there was plenty of room for everyone. Chernova got onto the first bus, and an officer took her name and unit, and cheerfully told her to oefind a seat.

She looked and found a seat in the second row, with a woman wearing an unfamiliar uniform. It looked like a flight suit. Did the Air Force have any female pilots, she wondered. Galina asked if the seat was taken. To her surprise, the woman answered in English. oeNot if you don't mind sitting next to a prisoner of war.

She turned to the officer aboard the bus. He shrugged and said oeGo ahead. And so Galina sat down and nodded to her companion, putting out her hand. The woman-who had to be an American, put out hers. oeCaptain Galina Chernova, Soviet Army Medical Corps.

oeLieutenant Commander Valerie Carlisle, United States Navy.

oeWhat are you doing here Shouldn't you be in a...

oeA POW compound Maybe. But it's a long story-and I was only shot down three days ago. Commander Carlisle said.

oeWe may have enough time, Commander. May I call you that, or simply Valerie Chernova asked.

Carlisle shrugged. oeWhatever you want. And it looks like we're going, she observed.

The bus got moving again, and the convoy formed up, and headed west, towards the Rio Grande and the border. As it did so, Carlisle explained what had happened. It wasn't unlike what she had heard about Germans in World War II: sometimes downed Allied pilots were in the same hospital as Luftwaffe crewmen, and the subject often turned to their experiences before being shot down. Chernova-and several of those women around her-were surprised to hear Carlisle's story. And they peppered her with questions-what was it like to be on a carrier Did she have a boyfriend waiting for her on the ship And a dozen others. To Commander Carlisle, the atmosphere-at least on this bus-felt more like a school trip than a drive through enemy territory, and she was still technically a POW! The guys back at the squadron are not going to believe this, she thought.

Little did she-or anyone else on the bus-know that Major Kokorev, the officer-in-charge, had told his driver to take what turned out to be a wrong turn. Kokorev didn't catch it until they had reached U.S. 281, and when he realized his mistake, he turned right-leading the convoy north on Highway 281. Soon, he caught up to a convoy of trucks, both military and commandeered civilian vehicles, filled with Soviet and Cuban rear-area troops, hoping to get to a ribbon bridge and safety in Mexico. And when the convoy reached La Paloma, they found the bridge destroyed by air attack. Kokarev decided to bypass the town, and head to another bridge at the 281-F.M. 2520 intersection. There, he knew, they could get across the river and to safety. And release Commander Carlisle to head to her own lines.


1400 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.

Marshal Alekseyev and Colonel Sergetov went into the Operations Room. There, they saw that things had nearly broken down. Malinsky had moved his headquarters to Rancho Viejo, but things were obviously coming apart. The Cuban 1st Army had been split, and 28th Army only had one effective division still reporting in. Suraykin's forces now had Americans on three sides, and the 8th Guards Army was also splitting apart. Both Third Shock and the Cuban 2nd Army were still hanging on, but just barely, and word had arrived that Highway 281 was now completely open and undefended. It was obviously time to put matters to an end. Before he did so, Alekseyev knew he'd have to poll his staff, and have one final word with the Defense Council. But the latter came first, as General Chibisov came up to him. oePavel Pavlovitch

oeComrade General, the Defense Council is on the line for a conference call. Chibisov said. oeI told them you were at the front, seeing things for yourself.

Alekseyev nodded. Not the first time Chibisov had to cover for him when he'd been away. oeAll right. Let's get this over and done with. Alekseyev went to the phone oeComrade General Secretary, I am now present,

oeAlekseyev, good to hear your voice, General Secretary Chebrikov said. oeHow are things at the front Marshal Ahkromayev has said that things could be better.

Alekseyev and Chibisov exchanged glances. They knew, once again, that Chebrikov was only hearing what he wanted to hear, not what Ahkromayev or anyone from the Defense Ministry was saying. oeYes, Comrade General Secretary, it could be better, but then again, things could be a lot worse

oeHow much worse Chebrikov asked.

oeI may not be alive to have this conversation, Comrade General Secretary. American air activity has been heavy all day.

oeComrade Marshal, this is Chairman Kosov. Has the Hall Government left

oeYes, Comrade Chairman, they left this afternoon. We have no word as yet on their safe arrival in Cuba. Alekseyev reported.

oeI imagine that their arrival will be reported to us from our forces in Cuba, Marshal, Chebrikov said, breaking into the conversation. oeLet us worry about that.

And worry about it you will, Alekseyev thought. Hopefully, none of that abomination will make it to their destination, and do something worthwhile for a change, namely, feed the fish. oeOf course, Comrade General Secretary.

oeHow much longer can you hold out Chebrikov asked.

oeIf General Malinsky can pull his forces together and form another line....a little bit longer. If not....

oeYou will hold out, Marshal. Every day that you do is of paramount importance. Chebrikov said.

oeI understand, Comrade General Secretary, Alekseyev said. oeHowever, I cannot make any promises as to how long.

Then the Interior Minister, Pugo, spoke up. oeCan't you be more certain

oeIn war, there is not certainty, Comrade Minister. Alekseyev pointed out.

oeOf that, there is no doubt, Marshal Akhromayev said. oeI have received your courier, Marshal. His information was most...enlightening and very useful. He's briefing my staff, and I plan to make full use of him, you may be assured of that.

Alekseyev let out a sigh of relief. So Major Sorokin had made it to Moscow, and had begun to make his rounds. oeI trust the courier's information may be valuable to you, Minister. And to any others so cleared.

On the other end, Marshal Akhromayev had to restrain himself from grinning. Major Sorokin's information was now in the hands of the General Staff, and certain other senior officers. Not just in Moscow, but elsewhere. As well as a number of other....interested parties. oeIt will be, that I assure you, Marshal.

Alekseyev smiled. oeThank you, Comrade Marshal.

oeMarshal, even if you are overwhelmed, your sacrifices will be a rallying cry to our war effort, and come spring, there will be a smashing new offensive out of Canada, and bring about our final triumph. Hold out as long as possible, Chebrikov said. oeNow, your hands are full with your fight, and we won't bother you any longer. I look forward to our next conversation,

oeOf course, Comrade General Secretary, Alekseyev said.

Then the connection was broken. And Chibisov spoke up. oeWell, that went better than I expected, Comrade Marshal.

oeSo it did for me as well. I half expected to be relieved, and told to hand over things to Malinsky. He'd take the same course of action I'm going to take, and the only difference would be how many die before that happened. Alekseyev observed.

oeThere is that, Comrade Marshal.

oeIndeed. Now, Chibisov, Sergetov. We can't send a radio signal-it may be intercepted by our forces in Mexico. Go up to the 77-83 interchange, or as close as you can. Ask the Americans there to arrange a meeting with General Powell, or his chief of staff. Alekseyev said.

Chibisov looked at his superior. oeUnderstood, Comrade Marshal.

And Alekseyev made another decision. oeWhatever they insist on, we're in no position to disagree. Where and when I'm to meet with Powell, is all I need at the moment.


1410 Hours: 76th Guards Air Assault Division/47th Tank Brigade, East of Brownsville, Texas.

General Andreyev watched the battle develop from his forward command post. And he knew that those Marines coming forward had plenty of firepower that would definitely influence the battle. He'd watched as the 235th Guards Air Assault Regiment had been hit heavily by both naval gunfire and by air attack, and now, Marine infantry, backed up by armor and LAV-25 light combat vehicles, slammed into the regiment, and after a half-hour of fighting, had ripped the regiment to shreds. As that was happening, the 236th Guards had tried to aid its sister regiment, only to have one battalion caught in the open and hammered by naval gunfire-obviously on call from Marine forward artillery spotters.

Now, Andreyev had to decide on a counterattack, and he thought about using some of the 47th, well before he thought he'd have to. But two battalions, though hammered by naval gunfire and air strikes, would have to do. Given the terrain, with sand on one side, and marshland on another, and the Marines using that marshland to get around some of his defenses, it might just hold up the American advance-for an hour or so, anyway. He turned to his chief of staff, oeNotify Colonel Glavchenko: he's to send two battalions of tanks-the two that were hit earlier by air attack and naval gunfire, and have them counterattack to relieve the 235th Guards-what's left of it.

oeYes, Comrade General, the chief of staff replied.

oeAny word from the 235th's regimental command post Andreyev asked.

oeThe last word had the regiment's operations officer, a Captain Chazov, having taken command: he's managed to rally two companies' worth of men, and there are some strongpoints still fighting that we're not in touch with. replied the chief.

Andreyev nodded. oeHave those tanks move to relieve the 235th-now. He notice the look on the chief of staff's face, oeI know, they'll be exposed to air attack, but then again, we all are. Get them moving.

oeImmediately, Comrade General, the chief said, going off to issue the order.


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

oeComrade General, General Golikov said to Suraykin, oeGeneral Chibisov is here.

oeWhat Suraykin asked, clearly surprised. oeThis is no time for either a personal inspection or a pep talk, Golikov. By all means, bring him in.

Golikov nodded, and went to the entrance to the warehouse where the Army's command vehicles had been parked inside. He came back with Marshal Alekseyev's chief of staff and a colonel that Suraykin didn't know. oeComrade General, this is a bad time to have a personal tour, Suraykin said.

Chibisov nodded. oeI know, General. That is not why I'm here with Colonel Sergetov, the Marshal's aide. How close are the Americans

Suraykin had an idea as to what Chibisov had in mind, but held it for now. He brought Chibisov to the Operations Map, and showed him. oeTo the right, what's left of 38th Tanks is holding-but barely, at the intersection of Loop 499 and the Business U.S. 77. They're down to a single regiment, and Nikonov won't be able to hold much longer. The 24th Tanks has been split into three elements, with two of them completely cut off, and the division's motor rifle regiment and one tank regiment still tied in. The rest...

Chibisov looked at the map. oeI know, General. They'll either be destroyed or forced to surrender. Continue.

Yes, Comrade General. The 105th Guards Air Assault Division is down to about twenty-five percent strength, and the 41st Tank Regiment has barely a battalion of tanks left, and hardly any motor-rifle troops or artillery.

oeBut they do hold the 77-83 junction, do they not Chibisov asked.

oeThey still do. Now 52nd Tanks and 6th Guards Motor-Rifle Division are still fighting to their left, but they're almost finished. A couple of hours,maybe three, and they'll give way. Suraykin said.

Chibisov looked at the map again, and he turned to Sergetov. oeThe junction, that's where we'll go. He turned back to Suraykin. oeNotify General Gordonov that we'll be there shortly. This ends today, Suraykin. One way or another.

[Matt Wiser]

And the day goes on....


1500 Hours: Soviet evacuee convoy, along U.S. 281, north of La Paloma, Texas.


Captain Chernova looked out the window of the bus. Typical desert, she thought: she'd never been in a desert before coming first to Mexico, then to America, way back in 1985. Now, she knew, things were coming full circle. Back to Mexico, and either a new assignment there, or somehow, getting back to the Rodina. And maybe, just maybe, by the time we get home, the war will be over. And back to home to Vyborg, and try and get life going again. She'd said that to Commander Carlisle, who had nodded. She, too had postwar plans-namely, staying in the U.S. Navy and returning to flying status. oeMy father was an admiral, and he'd be very disappointed in me if I didn't make the Navy a career, she had said.

Now, there was a good chance the convoy was getting close to a bridge. There looked like vehicles backed up, waiting to cross, and they had also passed a good number of trucks, buses, and even APCs, all caught by air attack as they had moved along the road. oeWell, Commander, it looks like you'll be getting off soon, Chernova said.

oeOh Carlisle said. She'd actually closed her eyes and dozed off for a few minutes.

oeYes, there's a convoy held up-and there must be a bridge up ahead.

Little did anyone know that, just north of the bridge, Captain Nancy Kozak's Team was approaching. With the only aircraft in the air American for the most part, her Team advanced along the highway, occasionally picking off Soviet or Cuban stragglers as they went. A few rounds of machine-gun or 25-mm fire did the job in knocking out trucks and the occasional APC, though tank guns spoke on two occasions, when BMPs had been found. No one was taking any chances, not now. Then she heard over the radio from her Air Force ETAC: a ribbon bridge was still up about three klicks ahead. Though fixed-wing aircraft were busy, a pair of Apaches was called in onto the very attractive target: and the Apaches ripped into the bridge with their Hellfire missiles, while they used their rockets and 30-mm cannon on the vehicles that had been backed up, waiting for their turn to cross.

oeMother of God! What was that the guard officer in the bus asked. Those in front could see fireballs erupting as vehicles exploded ahead of them, and then it was obvious: Apache helicopters were working the bridge. Then they watched as the helicopters turned and headed north. The convoy bypassed the shattered bridge, hoping to find a place to turn around. As they did so, it was Commander Carlisle who noticed it. And a small grin came to her face. She turnd to Dr. Chernova, oeGalina, I think you people are headed somewhere else.

oeWhat do you mean

oeLook out the side window.

As Chernova did so, a chill came down her spine. American tanks and fighting vehicles were closing. .


Kozak, in her Bradley, saw the convoy. Five buses, with two BTR-70s and two BRDMs as escort. These had to be high-value evacuees: there was no way Ivan would waste captured school buses on POWs. She got onto the platoon net: oeTake the escort vehicles, and fire ahead of the buses. There's probably VIPs on those buses. Let's bring 'em in.

In his BTR, Major Kokarev was checking his map. They'd have to turn around and go back south. Maybe there was a way across south of the two bridges he'd found destroyed. Then his driver let out a cry, oeEnemy tanks to the right!

oeWhat are you babbling about Kokarev asked as he poked his head up and looked in that direction. His eyes became wide as saucers. oeMother of.... He never finished the sentence.

Third Platoon's tanks opened fire on the escort vehicles, destroying each with the first shot, and then machine-gun fire went in ahead of the buses. All of them screeched to a stop, and the Bradleys closed in.

Commander Carlisle peeked up, and saw the Bradleys closing in. She turned to Chernova. oeYou do have something white, I presume, being a doctor

oeYes, my coat. Are those the lunatics

oeWhat lunatics are you talking about Carlisle asked.

oeThat maniacal motorcycle gang that became a regiment, that's who! One of Chernova's fellow doctors said.

The American laughed. oeThat's not them. They don't use those tanks and APCs. I've seen them on TV enough times. Give me something white, now!

Chernova opened her bag and gave Commander Carlisle her white coat. Then Chernova looked at the guard officer, who was properly terrified. No doubt he was expecting a trip to a gulag-or worse, if he returned to Russia having allowed those under his protection to be captured. To her shock-and everyone else's, he took out his service pistol, put it to his temple, and fired. Then she watched as Commander Carlisle shoved the driver aside and opened the side door. And she waved the coat out the open door.

oeSix, this is Three-One. Somebody's waving something white out of the lead bus, Third Platoon called to Kozak.

oeHold fire! I'll be right there. Repeat: all units hold fire! Kozak then ordered her Bradley forward, and it approached the bus, traversing the turret away as she did so. She stopped fifty feet from the bus and yelled. oeCome on out, with your hands up!

Commander Carlisle told Chernova, oeI'll go out and vouch for you. When they tell you to come out, do exactly as they say. And tell the other buses to do the same.

Chernova nodded apprehensively. Even if these weren't the maniacs in the 13th Cavalry, who knew what these Americans would do to them She watched as Commander Carlisle got out, still waving the white coat.

oeThat's one of ours, Ma'am! Kozak's driver called. Sure enough, Kozak watched as a woman in a U.S. Navy flight suit came out of the bus, waving what appeared to be a doctor's white coat. Kozak got out and walked forward. And she saw that whoever that woman was, she outranked Kozak. She saluted, just as if it had been back on the parade ground at West Point. oeMa'am

oeLieutenant Commander Valerie Carlisle, United States Navy. These buses are full of Soviet servicewomen, apart from a few guards. All of them will surrender.

oeBegging your pardon Ma'am, but what were you...

oeDoing on the bus, Captain They could've sent me to a POW compound, but instead... Carlisle explained for a few minutes, and Kozak was surprised. The Soviet Theater Commander wanted her for this oeNot that I had any choice, Captain. They would've handcuffed me to a seat if I said no.

oeThey'll surrender Kozak asked.

oeYes, they will.

Kozak went back to her Bradley and issued orders: She told the First Sergeant to come forward, and get things organized. And she called battalion for instructions. She was told to hold her position, and the Battalion Commander would come and see for himself. And he'd bring some extra female soldiers to handle the prisoners.

The First Sergeant's vehicle arrived. Kozak turned to him. oeThere's a couple of female troopers in company headquarters; get them on that first bus. Radio Second Platoon to come forward. Only female soldiers board the buses and secure the prisoners. Is that clear, First Sergeant

oeYes, Ma'am,

Commander Carlisle looked at Kozak. oeI'll go back and tell them they're going to be OK. They think you guys are from the 13th Cav.

oeOf course, Ma'am, Kozak said.

Carlisle went back to the bus. She explained to the Soviet women that the Americans were regular Army, and that the unit had women, and they'd be under the supervision of female soldiers for now. oeJust get off the bus, hands on your heads, and do as they say. Chernova and several others translated for those who didn't know English, and heads nodded. oeAll right, time to get off. And your war's now over.

Commander Carlisle waited until all of those on the first bus were off. Before she left, she picked up the guard officer's AK-74 as a souvenir. At least I get something else besides that pass-which I never got to use, thank God-to remind me of how crazy this was. She looked to the right, and the occupants of the other buses were coming off-the guards and drivers were segregated from the women, and the Soviet women were, as promised, searched and guarded by Kozak's female troopers. And Kozak herself came up. oeCommander, I've got a question: is there anybody I should be worried about coming north

oeEverybody I saw was doing the same thing: looking for a way across the river. They're licked, and they don't want to be here when things fold up.


1525 Hours: 105th Guards Air Assault Division/41st Tank Regiment, Harlingen, Texas.


General Chibisov and Colonel Sergetov got out of the little UAZ-469 jeep, and entered the headquarters of the 105th Guards Air Assault Division. General Gordinov was there, shouting into a phone. Then he saw his visitors and hung up. oeComrade General, Colonel. General Suraykin told me you were coming.

oeYou do know why we're here Chibisov asked.

oeYes, Comrade General, Gordinov said. oeI'll escort you to the junction myself. The 351st Guards Air Assault Regiment is there; they've fought like lions, but are down to only three hundred or so effectives, and even some of their wounded have been fighting. Please follow me, Comrades. Gordinov said, and the two officers went out of the building, and followed Gordinov on foot to the area just south of the junction. There, they found Colonel Chesnikov still leading the 41st Tank Regiment, but he was now down to eighteen tanks, and only a half-dozen artillery pieces, and those were short on ammunition. When Chesnikov saw the party, and what they were going to do, he felt a sense of relief: it meant that he, and his men, would live. Chesnikov ordered his men to hold fire on the area, and the party arrived at the 351st's command post, where Captain Leonid Gaipov had managed to rally what remained of the regiment, but there were dozens of badly wounded men in need of treatment, and ammunition was running very low. Seeing those wounded only reinforced both Chibisov and Sergetov in their mission: it had to end, and very soon. Sergetov reached into his uniform jacket and pulled out a carefully folded white sheet. oeIf someone can find a piece of wood, or a pipe

After a few minutes of searching, a sergeant found a broom handle. Fixing the sheet to the handle, Sergetov nodded to the two generals. oeWhenever you're ready, Comrade Generals.

Chibisov nodded, and the party went out towards the interchange, which had been turned to rubble by air and artillery fire, as well as being pockmarked by small-arms and infantry weapons fire. Sergetov waved the flag continuously as the party went forward.


Ahead of them, 1st Lieutenant Jennifer Moore was having a bad day. She'd taken over her company-Bravo Company, 2nd Battalion, 116th Infantry, 29th Infantry Division, after both the Company Commander and the Executive Officer had been caught in a mortar barrage. Both men had been badly wounded-and the CO had died before he could get a medivac out. She was the next senior officer-having been a 1st Lieutenant all of a week-so she'd turned her platoon over to her platoon sergeant, and had the company all of three hours when someone shouted, oeThere's three Russians coming under a white flag.

She grabbed her binoculars-which had belonged to the Captain-and saw for herself. oeHold fire! She called. And she thought, this might be it. Lieutenant Moore took off her helmet and put on her fatigue cap, and told the First Sergeant to come with her. Then she walked out onto U.S. 77 and went to meet the enemy. As she approached, she could see that one officer was Guards Airborne-that figured-they'd been battling their way against the 105th Guards Airborne for the past three days, while the other two were clearly Ground Forces. Then she saw that one of them was a full General. Turning to the First Sergeant, she said, oeWhen's the last time a General surrendered to a Lieutenant

oeMaybe in Germany, Ma'am, back in '45.

Chibisov and the party got close to the two Americans. One, wearing a helmet, was obviously an NCO, while the other was an officer, and despite the short blond hair, was female as well. Chibisov said in Russian to the two other officers, oeWell, we clearly can't pick and choose, can we Both Gordonov and Sergetov nodded, and the party stopped. And the female officer stepped forward and saluted-as if she was back at an Academy-Chibisov thought.

After she saluted, and the Russians returned it, Moore said, oeFirst Lieutenant Jennifer Moore, United States Army. And you are

Chbisov bowed slightly. oeI am General Pavel Chibisov, Chief of Staff to Marshal Alekseyev, the Commander of the Soviet and Cuban forces in the Brownsville area. I would like to speak to a superior officer, to arrange a meeting between Marshal Alekseyev and General Powell.

oeBefore I notify my superiors, General, they're going to want to know what the subject of the meeting is going to be. Moore pointed out.

oeI understand, Lieutenant. Marshal Alekseyev wishes to arrange for the orderly surrender of the forces remaining in the pocket.

Moore and her First Sergeant looked at each other. Had they heard right oeGeneral, Did you say 'surrender'

oeYes, Lieutenant, I did. Chibisov replied.

Well, Moore thought. They didn't say anything on how to handle something like this at OCS. She nodded. oeVery well, if you'll follow me. First Sergeant,

oeYes, Ma'am. And the Russians came forward, with Moore leading and the First Sergeant following behind the Russians. As they entered the company's positions, her soldiers stood up to watch. Except for a couple of sergeants, none were original members of the 116th-the rest had been killed, wounded, or reassigned during the long war. All were either wartime volunteers or draftees, she explained, and about a quarter of them were women. When the party got to her company CP, she had her radio operator contact battalion, and she informed the battalion commander of the Russians' arrival and purpose. The battalion commander nearly had a coronary, or so she thought, but composed himself, and told her that he'd inform brigade, and then division, but that vehicles would be sent to bring the Russians to Battalion HQ.

oeIt'll be a few minutes, at least, before they get here, Moore explained. She turned to the First Sergeant, oeGet our guests some bottled water. It's been a hot day, even for Texas.

The First Sergeant nodded, and went to get the water. oeThank you, Lieutenant, Chibisov said. oeI'm surprised, even after all this time, to see women on the front lines.

oeWhy shouldn't you, General You yourselves had women as combat soldiers in World War II, Moore reminded Chibisov.

Chibisov nodded. That had probably been a wartime necessity, so why shouldn't the Americans have done the same oeHow long have you been in the Army

oeFour years, General. I joined two days after you invaded. Two years in a supply job, then I was sent to Officer School, and then I volunteered for infantry. Been with the 29th ever since. Moore said.

The First Sergeant came back with the water. The Russians gratefully accepted the liquid, and drank and drank. It was obvious to the Americans that the Soviets in the pocket were short of a lot of things-and potable water was probably high on the list. oeThank you, Lieutenant, Chibisov said.

Just as that happened, a pair of Humvees arrived, with Moore's battalion commander coming out to see for himself. Like her, he was initially surprised, but now knew this was nearly over. And about time. oeGeneral, I'll escort you to my battalion headquarters. I've spoken with brigade and division, and they've cleared things. A Blackhawk will pick you up at my headquarters, and you'll be flown to XVIII Airborne Corps to meet with General Powell's Chief of Staff, General McCaffery.

Chibisov noted the battalion commander was a major. No doubt there because of casualties, he knew. And this battle in Harlingen had been a nasty one at that. oeThank you, Major. I believe General Gordinov here, from the 105th, has a request for your divisional commander

Gordinov turned to the American major. oeI would like to request a cease-fire between your division and my own. To allow the party to return, so that I may return a number of your wounded to you, and....I have a number of seriously wounded men who need more treatment than my own medical staff can provide.

The American Major nodded. oeIf you'll all come with me, everything will be taken care of.

As the party got into the Humvees, one group of soldiers took notice. A group of intelligence specialists were looking at a wrecked T-80, when one of the soldiers called down to another inside the tank, oeSarge, have a look at this!

A bespectacled intelligence sergeant stuck his head out the commander's hatch, and saw a four-star Soviet General, a two-star Guards Airborne General, and a colonel-obviously an aide, get into a Humvee with that battalion's commander. And the Humvee drove off, with another Humvee escorting it. oeWell, well.

oeWhat was that, Sarge a corporal asked.

oeThat, Clancy, might be the end of this war. Now get me a Phillips screwdriver, and a socket wrench, so I can get this fire-control gear out of the gunner's station. NOW!


1540 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.

Marshal Alekseyev had finished washing up in his office. He was preparing for a meeting that he expected to take place either that evening, or at worst, the next morning. Until he signed whatever papers Powell had, the war was still on, and he knew it. The door to his office opened, after a knock, and Lieutenant General Mikhail Glasov, Chibisov's deputy, came in.

oeComrade Marshal

oeYes, Glasov, what is it Alekseyev asked.

oeA message from Moscow is coming in. It's a list of decorations and promotions. Glasov said.

Alekseyev put on his uniform jacket. He'd already had a Gold Star from when he'd been an Army commander in 1985, and he knew full well what a second award would mean-and it wasn't about any kind of bravery on the battlefield. oeLet's go, Glasov.

The two went into the operations room, where things were still being updated, as best as could be. The Cuban 1st Army was coming apart at the seams, while 28th Army was being enveloped by both XVIII Airborne Corps and II MAF. Suraykin's Army was still clinging to its holdings, but they would soon be trapped with no way out. Both 8th Guards and 3rd Shock were also in deep trouble, from both XII and VIII Corps, and the Cuban 2nd Army had been outflanked, and Highway 281 was now completely open and undefended. Alekseyev knew that time was up, and that he'd have to do what no Marshal of the Soviet Union had ever done, if any of his men were to see their homeland ever again. Before he took the message, Alekseyev turned to Glasov. oeAny word on the evacuee convoy The women, Glasov.

oeNo, Comrade Marshal. We do know that two, maybe three, of the bridges are down. Perhaps they had to hunt for an intact bridge to cross over into Mexico.

oeAll right. The message, Alekseyev ordered.

A communications officer came with the message form. Alekseyev looked at it, then glanced at Glasov. oeEvery divisional commander is promoted one grade, while all regimental commanders who aren't colonels Well, they are now.

oeSomeone wants a mass suicide of senior officers, it seems, Glasov observed. oeThat person will be greatly disappointed.

oeYes, and I know exactly who, said Alekseyev.

Another officer came in with a message form. oeFor you, Comrade Marshal,

Alekseyev took the form and read it. He then crumpled it into a ball and threw it at the map. oeOf all the....! Well, I have no intention of shooting myself for this Chekist bastard who calls himself General Secretary! A lot of good what that message said does now!

Glasov retrieved the message and managed to read it. The message announced Alekseyev's award of a second Gold Star, the Hero of the Soviet Union. oeMy congratulations, Comrade Marshal, for whatever they are worth.

Alekseyev shot him a vicious look. Then he calmed down. oeThank you, Glasov. He turned to the communications officer: oeDestroy all remaining radios and codes-except for one of each, at once. If you can, then get any remaining code personnel on a helicopter. If you have to, get them across the river by walking, but there's not that much time left.


1540 Hours: 76th Guards Air Assault Division/47th Tank Brigade, Highway 4, east of Brownsville.


Major Stepanov led his battalion forward. He commanded the Second Battalion, 47th Tank Brigade, and he was in a fury. His battalion had been hit hard by air strikes and the accursed battleship gunfire, and had been reduced from thirty-one tanks down to eighteen, and Third Battalion, right behind his, had gone from thirty-one down to fifteen. Now, he thought, we'll show those Amerikantsky Marines what real Soviet soldiers can do-not those penal scum on the beach, who, he had been told, had either run away or simply put up their hands. No, not today. Even on what may be the last day, we'll show you how real Soviet soldiers fight. Just you see.

General Andreyev watched from his command post as the two tank battalions advanced. The Marines, he could see, were pulling back. With their control of the air, they could see the tanks coming long before the armor could see the Marines. And with that, Andreyev knew, the Marines were bound to have something up their sleeve. Just as the tanks reached where the 235th Guards Air Assault Regiment had been fighting, a hail of antitank rockets and missiles came from the front and both flanks. Did every Marine have a rocket launcher or an antitank missile launcher It seemed that way to Andreyev. And Marine Cobra helicopters were overhead, taking shots at tanks with their TOW missiles, while Harriers and A-10s were overhead, adding their own bombs, missiles, and gunfire to the proceedings.

Stepanov cursed inside his T-72A. The Marines had lured his battalion into ambush, and had closed the door behind him-and Third Battalion as well. They were stuck on some high ground, while the road behind them was blocked, and there was no way out-not with several wrecked tanks blocking the road. Abandoning the tank and getting away on foot was unthinkable, so he did what naturally came to him: he pressed forward, oeAll units, advance! he shouted into the radio. oeAdvance! Then he checked his periscopes: a few tanks were following him, but most of the rest were burning, and a few had been abandoned by their crews. I'll deal with them later, if there is a later, he promised.

Up above, a flight of A-10s was circling overhead, waiting to be cleared in by a Marine Forward Air Controller, They had a birds-eye view of the whole thing, and one had to admit, Ivan still had a lot of guts, moving forward, in the face of all that fire. Then the FAC cleared them in hot, and directed the flight on some T-72s that were pressing forward, on that little chunk of high ground just off the north side of Highway 4. The flight leader rolled in, and the rest of his flight came in right behind him, each pilot picking out his or her target.

oeSokol One, this is Verona Three, aircraft coming in from the east! One of Stepanov's platoon leaders called. He lifted his head out of the tank to see four A-10s coming in, and as he reached down to fire his smoke grenades, missiles came off the A-10s' rails. He barely had time to shout as the Maverick missile tracked his tank and exploded, turning Stepanov and his tank into a ball of flame and debris.

Andreyev let out a howl of rage, then he turned to his chief of staff. oePull everyone back. At least two kilometers, no, make it three. We've got to get out of range of this naval gunfire.

The chief looked at him. oeComrade General, with all these aircraft-

oeI know, we're going to lose more people and more vehicles, But if we stay here, we'd be pounded into pulp by both aircraft and those battleships. Have what's left of 235th Guards-if we're still in touch with them-act as the rearguard. And have the 47th move their intact tank battalions up as a screen. The 234th and 236th will fall back behind the tanks. Andreyev ordered.

oeYes, of course, Comrade General, the chief said, going off to issue the order.

[Matt Wiser]

And some more...


1550: XVIII Airborne Corps Headquarters, Raymondville, Texas.

General Chibisov and Colonel Sergetov looked out the windows on the Blackhawk's sliding door. U.S. Highway 77 was jammed with traffic. American supply convoys and tank transporters headed south, hauling supplies and replacement equipment to the front, and in the northbound lanes, empty convoys returned north. And in the median strip, trudged hundreds of Soviet and Cuban, and presumably Nicaraguan, prisoners, headed north into American captivity. What they saw confirmed what they had been feeling, and what the Marshal himself had been likely feeling for days, that the fighting must come to an end. A pity that it had to be done this way, instead of those stubborn old men in the Kremlin dropping their fantasies of winning the war, and coming to a negotiated settlement that would have enabled the Soviet Union to withdraw from the war with its honor and dignity intact. Now, both knew, there would be not much of either, no matter how cordial the proceedings went. The Soviets had lost, and the Americans would make sure the whole world knew.

Their American escort, a major from 29th Division headquarters, spoke into his headset, then tapped Chibisov on the shoulder. oeOne minute to landing, General.

Chibisov nodded. The sooner things got done, the better. They felt a small thump as the Blackhawk landed outside the Corps HQ.. The crew chief got up, and opened the sliding door on the left side. Both Soviet officers and the escort, got out and noticed a group of American officers waiting for them. Ducking to avoid the rotor blades, the party went to meet the Americans. Chibisov pulled himself together, put his service cap on, and, noticing a three-star general leading the American delegation, saluted first. oeI am General Pavel Chibisov, Marshal Alekseyev's chief of staff.

The senior American officer returned the salute. oeLieutenant General Barry McCaffery, General Powell's chief of staff. We've been expecting you, General.

Both Chibisov and Sergetov recognized the name. McCaffery had been a brigade commander with the 8th Infantry Division at the start of the war, and had led his brigade through First Houston, and the retreat into Louisiana. After that, he'd been in command of the reactivated 30th Mechanized Division, made up of units from Tennessee and the Carolinas, before taking over XVIII Airborne Corps. He'd dropped out of the GRU's picture after that American Summer Offensive in 1988, and it was now clear who had wanted him and why.

The party went into what had been a classroom at the Raymondville High School, where things had been arranged, and before things got going, the Americans noticed the Soviets eying the finger food that had been put out. oeGo ahead, McCaffery said, and the two Soviet officers helped themselves.

After they'd eaten a little, things got underway. oeGeneral McCaffery, I have instructions from the Marshal to arrange a meeting with General Powell, Chibisov said. oeI realize that we are in no position to demand anything, except maybe generosity, but I do hope that things will proceed with a bit of respect, even among enemies.

oeEverything will be handled according to International Law, General. Before you bring the Marshal, you can tell him that he and his men will be treated as Prisoners of War, and will be accorded the proper treatment guaranteed under the Geneva Convention. Something, I might add, your own side failed totally in its obligations-not just to prisoners, but to the civilian population. McCaffery said.

Chibisov sighed. He knew full well what McCaffery meant. oeI understand, General. We cannot change the past, no matter what we wish. But I can assure you, that after the surrender, an orderly transition will take place.

oeIt had better, McCaffery growled. oeVery well, General. General Powell will meet with the Marshal at 1700. You may return to your lines, and so inform the Marshal. A Blackhawk will be waiting at the headquarters of the 29th Division, and will fly the Marshal to General Powell's headquarters.

Chibisov nodded. oeIs there anything else, General

oeYes. I realize you're not used to a free press. So you had better brace yourselves: there's going to be a lot of members of the national-and international-press there, McCaffery said. oeAnd take my advice: treat the press like you would the proverbial nest of vipers. Some of 'em are decent, but others...they're like sharks at a feeding frenzy.


1600 Hours: U.S. 281, north of La Paloma, Texas.


Commander Carlisle sat in the First Sergeant's APC, just relieved that it was all over. She had been worried, though, about friendly aircraft shooting up the convoy. Now, the Army was sitting at that bridge site, and she saw Kozak's troops bringing in stragglers. Some of them were obviously wounded, and Kozak's people had allowed some of the Soviet medical personnel to treat them. Now, she was finishing up an MRE-a oeMeal Rejected by Everyone-but the tuna casserole meal the First Sergeant had given her was actually good. Personally, she thought, I'll be glad to be back on the ship. Captain Kozak had fired off a message to her battalion reporting Carlisle's experience, and a request that the ship be notified that Carlisle would be coming back. Then a commotion came up, and she got out to see what was going on-stepping over the Team's mascot, who was fast asleep in the back of the APC. Several trucks were arriving, and a Humvee was coming up to Kozak's Bradley. This might be the battalion commander. He got out, and talked with Kozak. She pointed in Carlisle's direction, and both came to her. oeCommander, I'm Major Dan Little, 3-144 Infantry, 3rd Brigade, 49th Armored. Welcome back, he said, saluting.

She returned the salute. oeThanks, Major. How soon can I get back to my ship

oeMa'am, that's gonna have to wait. There's a chopper coming for you.

Carlisle was stunned. oeWhat for

oeCommander, we passed your story up the chain of command. This comes from Third Army HQ: General Powell wants to talk to you. Major Little said.

oeAbout what

oeSeems he wants to know what kind of a man he's dealing with-Alekseyev, I guess. Little replied.

The sound of a pair of Blackhawks interrupted things. One had a red cross on its side doors, and was obviously a medievac bird, and the other was a plain A-model UH-60. Both landed, stirring up a lot of dust. oeCommander, that vanilla Blackhawk's for you. Little said.

She looked over at the Soviet prisoners. Most of the women were still sitting in the shade of the buses, though some were helping the Team medics treat the injured. But Commander Carlisle noticed Dr. Chernova taking a break. oeWhere are they headed

oeThere's an EPW camp for women-the Army reactivated a base outside Salt Lake City, and that's where they send some of the female prisoners, or so I understand. There's another one in upstate New York. replied the Major.

Carlisle nodded. oeAll right. There's one I want to say goodbye to: we were seatmates on the bus. Then I'll get on that helo. She saw both Little and Kozak nod, and then walked over to Dr. Chernova, oeGalina.

oeCommander! This is a lot better than we expected, but then again, this is not the 13th Cavalry. Chernova replied.

oeI just wanted to say goodbye, and wish you good luck. Not for your side, you understand, but you, personally.

oeWhere will they take us Chernova wondered.

oeEither Utah, or someplace in Upstate New York. You'll sit out the rest of the war there. Carlisle replied. oeI'm going back to my ship in a day or so.

Chernova nodded understanding. She hugged Commander Carlisle, and kissed her on the cheeks in the traditional Russian manner. oeThank you again.

oeI have to go, but one day, maybe, we can get together again and share our war stories-it happens after every war. Carlisle said. oeGood luck.

Chernova nodded as the Commander went back to the two Army officers. oeThat's that, Major. She went back to the APC and picked up that AK-74 she wanted to keep. oeThanks again, Captain, she said to Kozak, shaking her hand. oeMajor, this could've ended a lot worse. Remember, they're not the KGB or the GRU: they got sent here to do their job, that's all.

oeWe know, Ma'am. Let's get you to that chopper. Little said. And with that, he escorted Commander Carlisle to the Blackhawk, and she got in. The crew chief made sure she was seated and strapped in, then gave her a headset. oeWhere are we going, exactly she asked the pilot.

oeEdinburg, Ma'am. General Powell's HQ is there. the pilot replied as the Blackhawk took off, made a turn, and headed north.


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


Major Lazarev peered out to sea once again, and again, there were American ships on the horizon. But this time, they didn't appear to be menacing his defenses, just cruising up and down the coast. From what he'd heard over the radio net, the Americans were pouring ashore, and the Army was having a hard time with American air attacks and naval gunfire. Having been on the receiving end of two bombardments himself, he did not blame anyone for pulling back in the face of fire that could not be countered. But still, there was still a chance that there'd be a landing on this beach, and so he went up to Captain Lieutenant Kamarov's observation point to have a long-range look for himself.

He found Kamarov peering through his long-range glasses and consulting his ship recognition manual. oeWell, what do we have now Lazarev asked.

oeSo far, not much. I've seen one of the battleships, though. Not sure which one-they're too far away to see the hull number. There's what appears to be a couple of supply ships-and helicopters going back and forth, with sling loads carried underneath. Kamarov said.

oeYou've seen that before

oeYes, Major. Once, before the war. In the Mediterranean: their Sixth Fleet did something like that, and our ship was there. We saw them fly supplies from the supply ship to the carrier, back and forth, for most of a day.Kamarov said.

Lazarev peered through the glasses. He did notice something else, though. oeWhat are those other helicopters doing

oeToo far away exactly to tell what they're up to, Kamarov replied. oeBest guess, though, is they're on antisubmarine patrol.

Lazarev was surprised at that. oeSo we still have our comrades in submarines out there

oeI don't know, Major. Kamarov admitted. oeBut they must think so, otherwise, no patrols. I'd still do it, if I was in their place.

The door to the OP opened, and it was one of Lazarev's staff officers. oeComrade Major, this came in from Admiral Gordikov.

Nodding, Lazarev replied, oeThank you. He took the message form and read it. oeMother of God....

oeWhat is it Kamarov asked.

oeNo, repeat, no demolitions of any kind are permitted from now on. This includes the Queen Isabella Causeway and the Port Isabel oil refinery. Lazarev read.


Kamarov let out a sigh of relief. oeThat's that, Major. No demolitions means only one thing: this battle is almost over. And you won't have had to fire a shot.


1625 Hours: 105th Guards Air Assault Division/41st Tank Regiment, Harlingen, Texas.


General Chibisov and Colonel Sergetov were in the 105th's command post, having recrossed back to their own lines. Their trip had been uneventful, though as they walked through the American lines, both had noticed scores of American soldiers watching them. For many, it had been their first sight of a live Soviet general, and Sergetov had noticed soldiers taking out something that in the Soviet Army, was strictly forbidden: personal cameras, and they were taking pictures. When Sergetov commented about it, Chibisov admitted noticing it was well. Once they got back to the 105th's command post, General Gordonov was waiting. He'd arranged his local cease-fire, and so far, it was holding.

Now, Chibisov was waiting on the phone for Marshal Alekseyev. Then Alekseyev's voice came on the line, oePavel Pavlovitch, did you accomplish your mission

oeYes, Comrade Marshal. I was able to speak to General McCaffery, Powell's chief of staff. He has arranged a meeting with you for 1700. Please come to the 105th's command post, and we will cross the American lines, where a helicopter will take us to Powell's headquarters. Chibisov said.

oeSomething has come up, Chibisov. Send Colonel Sergetov back, and ask the Americans for a two-hour delay. Some....housecleaning, for want of a better term, needs to be taken care of before the meeting. Alekseyev said.

Chibisov understood. No doubt the Political Department, along with some KGB and possibly even GRU, had to be dealt with first. A pity Andreyev's paratroopers were busy fighting the U.S. Marines, as they would perform that task splendidly. But the headquarters guard battalion would be able to handle matters, he knew. oeI will do so, Comrade Marshal.

oeGood, Chibisov. One other thing: we received a message from Moscow. You have a Gold Star, whether you want one or not. Alekseyev told his chief of staff.

oeSomeone not only wants heroes, Comrade Marshal, but also dead ones, Chibisov observed.

oeYes, and that Chekist who got himself to become General Secretary and start this whole chain of events is likely that someone. He's not going to get what he wants, that I assure you.

oeI have no doubt about that, Comrade Marshal, said Chibisov. oeShall I inform the Americans of the reason for the delay

oeBy all means, Chibisov. I would like to keep that meeting time, but circumstances require these preliminary matters to be dealt with first. I will be there, however, at 1830. Alekseyev said, then he hung up.

Chibisov turned to Sergetov, oeColonel, go back and inform the Americans that the Marshal will be delayed, and of the reason for such a delay.

oeYes, Comrade General, Sergetov replied. He picked up the white flag and returned to the American lines, where the same female infantry lieutenant received him. She took him into her company command post, and got on the radio with her battalion commander. The message was relayed to General McCaffery, who only had one question: oeIs the reason for the delay either KGB or GRU

oePlease tell the General that though I was not told, it may be either one,or a combination of the two. Sergetov said.

The female officer did so, and McCaffery replied. oeVery well, Colonel. We'll meet at 1900.

Sergetov thanked the general, and returned to his own lines. As he did so, he saw American medics coming back from the 105th's positions, carrying wounded Americans on stretchers. Gordonov had indicated he had American wounded, and was anxious to return them. Sergetov also noted that some civilians had come out of hiding, hoping that the fighting was over for good. Hopefully, it will be, he thought.

Sergetov returned to the 105th's command post and relayed McCaffery's granting of the request. Chibisov relayed the news to Marshal Alekseyev, who reconfirmed his arrival at 1830.

[Matt Wiser]

Almost time for an event similar to one on 7 May 45....

1655 Hours: Gulf Front Headquarters, Rancho Viejo High School, Rancho Viejo, Texas.


Malinsky surveyed the gymnasium at the high school, and noted that under more ideal circumstances, it would make a fine operations area for a headquarters. Now, they'd be there, at most, for a day or two, and everyone knew it. Still, until there was a cease-fire, things went on as usual. And Isakov was giving his Front Commander a status update.

oeThe Cuban 1st Army's right flank is still holding, as is their center, but the left, Comrade General, has given way. There, the only thing delaying II MAF's forces are prisoners in quantity. Isakov reported.

oeJust like in Colorado, after the American offensive after Wichita, Malinsky remembered. oeIt's been said that the only thing holding up the American advance there was the mass of prisoners that clogged the roads.

oeAh, yes, Comrade General, Isakov replied. oeIn 28th Army, they're facing also II MAF, and some of XVIII Airborne Corps still, though they're being cut off by the 7th Armored Division, slowly but surely. Our men are still fighting, but the ammunition...

oeIs the factor. I know, Isakov. And the Americans now control the sky totally. We haven't seen a friendly aircraft since midmorning. Malinsky said. oeContinue.

oeIn Suraykin's army, the 24th Tanks has finally been overwhelmed, and what's left of 38th Tanks is still clinging to their positions. If they had the ammunition, they could hold another day, Isakov said. oeOn the left, both 52nd Tanks and 6th Guards Motor-Rifle have been pushed back, almost to the 77-83 freeway, and the Americans there have opened the right flank of 8th Guards Army.

oeIn that sector, they're pushing VIII Corps forces into 8th Guards as well, and they've annihilated the 276th Motor-Rifle Division almost to the last vehicle: they were holding the juncture with 4th Guards Tank Army. Elements of VIII Corps are also facing 3rd Shock, as is part of XII Corps. The 3rd Shock Army is falling back, still in good order, but again, fuel and ammunition shortages mean that intact tanks and combat vehicles are simply being abandoned. Finally, the Cuban 2nd Army is also teetering, with an open left flank, and a clear Highway 281. Isakov said, finishing his report.

Malinsky surveyed the map, and simply shook his head. oeThe amphibious landing

oeAndreyev's group has taken heavy losses from air strikes and naval gunfire. But they are keeping the Americans from pushing to the Intracoastal Waterway and crossing it. If they do, that whole area north of the waterway is practically undefended. And there's nothing to stop them if they did so. Isakov commented.

Malinsky let out a sigh. oeThis has to end. Isakov. It has to. Now, I do know there may be those who want to continue fighting. That would be some KGB, and the PSD, correct

oeYes, Comrade General.

oeI've got my own headquarters battalion left: fully equipped and ready. If Marshal Alekseyev needs them to....clean house, as they say, that battalion's at his disposal.

Isakov nodded, and went to notify Alekseyev's headquarters. As he was talking to Alekseyev's operations officer, Malinsky's communications officer came to him with a message. oeComrade General, this came direct from Moscow.

oeFrom Moscow Malinsky asked, stunned. oeWhat does it say

The man took a deep breath. oeIt's from the General Secretary. It says that if Marshal Alekseyev attempts to surrender, you are to relieve him of his command and continue resistance as long as possible. 'Every day you fight is of paramount importance.' the message says.

Malinsky scowled. oeOf all the....'paramount importance.' The only thing that's of importance is that bastard Chekist's personal vanity.

The room went silent at that. Finally, someone had been able to speak what he thought of their leader, who had led the Soviet Union into this war, and had stubbornly refused to find a way out when it was obvious that a battlefield victory was impossible. oeDo you have a reply, Comrade General The message requests acknowledgment.

oeSimply acknowledge receipt of the message. Nothing more. Malinsky ordered.

The man grinned. oeYes, Comrade General! he said as he went off to send the message. As he did so, Malinsky addressed the staff. oeHow many here wish to continue the fight If there are, then I release you from your duties, and urge you to get across the Rio Grande as soon as possible.

Isakov, still on the phone, looked around. None of the staff raised their hands, and he smiled. He finished his conversation and hung up. oeComrade General, may I say that it has been an honor to serve with you, and that it is a pleasure to be with you at the end.

The staff stood up and applauded. Malinsky nodded, then ordered them back to their duties. Isakov came over and informed him, oeMarshal Alekseyev has the situation in hand, but that if there are any such elements that you are aware of, you may deal with them at your discretion.

Malinsky nodded. oeWe'll do just that. There's a KGB checkpoint at Olmito, just south of here on 77-83, correct

oeYes, Comrade General. A company-sized unit, I believe. Isakov said. oeThere's also a labor camp and a POW camp nearby.

oeGood. Have that unit disarmed. If they refuse, the battalion commander may deal with them appropriately. And secure those camps. The guards are to be disarmed and the prisoners turned over to the Americans, as per the Marshal's orders.

Isakov grinned again. Dealing decisively with a KGB unit oeIt will be a pleasure, Comrade General.


1710 Hours: Soviet Headquarters, Brownsville.

Marshal Alekseyev knew that the Political Department-along with certain KGB elements, would oppose his intention to conclude matters, and so he'd unleashed his headquarters guard on the nearby KGB offices. He'd briefed the battalion commander personally, and the captain was eager to deal with the KGB once and for all before things ended. Now, two companies of motor-rifle troops and a platoon of tanks had surrounded the building, which was close to the headquarters on the old university campus, and were busy reducing it to rubble. And any of the Chekisti who tried to run were gunned down as they did so, while others were shot down where they stood. As he watched from the roof of the headquarters, a smile came to Alekseyev's face. Now, the chief of the Political Department needed to be taken care of. If Chibisov was here, I'd have him handle it. But now, I'll do it myself, he thought. He turned to General Glasov. oeI'd say the Chekisti won't be in a position to object to whatever decisions I make, Glasov.

oeComrade Marshal, there are many officers who would have loved to do just as you have done. Only they didn't have the courage to do so. Glasov commented.

oeI know. But then, those men weren't in the position we're in now. Alekseyev said. oeLet's go take care of the Political Department, Alekseyev said, motioning to the door leading to the stairwell.

Glasov nodded, and both officers went down to the fourth floor, where the Political Department had its offices. Most of the Political Officers there had left-knowing full well that if they were caught by the Americans, they would be considered war criminals unless proven otherwise, so many had fled, either on their own to Mexico, or had tried to get on the airlift. A few had stayed-and shot themselves, much to Alekseyev's pleasure: he had no use for political officers, and in many cases, leaving oepacification or oepolitical re-education to the Zampolits had left a bad taste in his mouth-let alone leaving numerous corpses in their wake. Not to mention the political interference in running the war: oh, he knew full well that the Soviets were not likely to win an outright victory, but Chebrikov's stubbornness, and with Political Officers and the KGB purging officers for supposed defeatist tendencies, meant that his loathing of those two species had been magnified.

Now, the two officers came to the office of the highest-ranking political officer in the entire American TVD. Lieutenant General Valentin Drachev had been in the job for two years, and according to the GRU, the Americans had him on their oewanted lists. Alekseyev had decided, that if Drachev wouldn't get out-and there were still helicopter flights-he'd 'retire' the political officer and order the remaining political staff out. And so the two officers came to Drachev's office and knocked on the door. Glasov frowned. oeComrade Marshal, I think I hear sobbing.

oeI think you're right, Alekseyev said, and he opened the door. Inside the office, they found Drachev sitting at his desk, with two empty vodka bottles on top, and the general sitting with his back turned to the entrance, weeping. The Marshal looked at Drachev, and shook his head. oeComrade Political Officer Alekseyev said.

Drachev turned, and both generals saw tears in his eyes. oeMarshal....I have something for you.

oeDrachev Why are you in this state Alekseyev asked.

oeWhen this war started, I was an idealistic, sincere, communist. Convinced that what we were embarking on was a war of liberation, to free America from the shackles of capitalism, and bring about a new age of peace and justice. Now, I am ashamed of what has been done in the name of socialism, and in the name of the Party. Drachev said, still sobbing uncontrollably. oeInstead, we have outdone the Fascists in their brutality, and our hands are red with innocent blood.

oeComrade-

oeWe had no business coming here! Drachev shouted, oeWe all know it, and yet, our leadership in the Kremlin betrayed us, betrayed our soldiers and the people, and now, the Soviet Union is held in the same low regard as Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan in terms of the number of atrocities committed. And yes, I have seen the results of such.....activity. Drachev sobbed, taking a swig of vodka from the bottle he was holding.

Alekseyev and Glasov looked at each other. oeComrade Drachev, Alekseyev said. oeI can get you on one of the last helicopters out of here, before the end.....

oeI cannot leave. Nor will I surrender to the Americans, Marshal. Drachev put the bottle down and opened his desk drawer. He pulled out a Tokarev TT-33 pistol, cocking it as he did so. And before either Alekseyev or Glasov could say or do anything, Drachev put the pistol to his head and fired. His body dropped to the floor, leaving a bloody mess on the office window.

The two generals turned and left. As they returned to Alekseyev's office, so that the Marshal could compose his final message to Moscow, Glasov turned to the Marshal and said, oeComrade Marshal, that was probably the best....outcome in this case.

oeYes, it was. I would have killed him, but better that he took care of that detail himself. I expect that there will be quite a few suicides between now and when the cease-fire takes effect. Alekseyev observed. oeAnd the Americans will be...disappointed.

oeHow is that, Comrade Marshal Glasov asked.

oeThere are those whom the Americans wish to put on trial as war criminals; finding out that some of them evaded the gallows in this way won't make them happy.

1725 Hours: Brownsville/South Padre Island International Airport.

Colonel Gregor Alexandrov was at the point of simply throwing up his hands and giving up. He'd been General Lukin's deputy, and had stayed in the job when Lukin was flown out and General Petrov remained in charge of the airlift. Now, Petrov was gone as well, and things had gone to hell in a handbasket very quickly. Only a few aircraft had come in since Petrov's departure, and none of the heavy lift aircraft-like An-22s or Il-76s. A few An-12s and An-24s or -26s had come in, as had a couple more An-74s, but there were still priority specialists awaiting evacuation, and, unless a miracle happened, none of them would leave. Neither would the hundreds of wounded whose injuries gave them a ticket out, and it appeared that everyone's next stop would be an American POW compound.

And those were the least of his problems. American fighters had been prowling around all day, taking shots at the transports whenever they had the chance, and out to sea, carrier-based fighters were feasting on those aircraft making the run to and from Cuba. And just an hour earlier, A-6s had come in and put laser-guided bombs onto two of the runways, leaving only one intact, and that, he suspected, was because the Americans wanted to preserve the field for their own use when they invaded Mexico. Not just the hits on the runways, but also two other A-6s had bombed the ramp area, wrecking an An-12 and a Tu-154, along with a Mexican Air Force 727. He was about to declare the field closed to all traffic when a civilian came up to him. Alexandrov glared at him until he realized the man was the Ambassador to the collaborationist government that had been evacuated. oeYes, Comrade Ambassador You were saying

oeIs there any chance of an aircraft coming in this evening I must get out of here. said Makarev.

Alexandrov surveyed the man. Clearly, this was as close as he'd ever came to a fighting front, and the rumble of artillery fire from the north and the east was getting ever so slightly louder with each passing hour. Not to mention all of the air attacks they'd gone through. And the man was obviously rattled. oeI'm sorry, Comrade Ambassador, but the runways have been cratered. My men likely won't get them repaired in time before the end.

oeBut I must leave!

oeSo Look over there, by the terminal building. All of those men there have a higher priority than you, and it's a near certainty that they'll never get out of here, Alexandrov yelled. He pointed at the last remaining intact hangar, with its doors open and the stretchers all over the hangar floor. oeNot to mention those poor wretches. None of them will get out. And you insist on leaving

oeYes, Colonel! If I stay, the Americans will no doubt try me as a war criminal for having helped form and support the Liberation Government.

Alexandrov regarded the Ambassador. oeIf those bastards were half as bad as the rumors say they were, then you ought to face a trial. Now, get the hell out of my airport. If you want out of here so bad, try getting to Mexico on foot. Just start walking south, and you'll cross the river.

Makarev was stunned. Obviously, Alekseyev's contempt for him and his duties here had spread. But when several Air Force guards came over, he went back to his car. The Cadillac had served him well, and it was a pity there wasn't enough gas to get him to Mexico, even if the border bridges were still up. His driver, who he suspected, but couldn't prove, as being KGB, had disappeared. No doubt the KGB had their own escape routes already planned and were using them. Makarev sat down in the back seat, and opened his briefcase. He looked at the Makarov pistol, and stared at it. He took out a letter for his wife, then took the pistol, put it in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

Alexandrov was watching as an Mi-26 helicopter came in to land. Another eighty-five men would be getting out, thank heavens. He was waving the evacuees to the helicopter when a captain came up to him. oeYes

oeComrade Colonel, that civilian you were arguing with

oeWhat about him Alexandrov asked.

oeSome guards found him in his car. He shot himself, the captain said.

oeNo great loss. Put his body with all the others. We're flying these helicopters out of here until dark.


1745 Hours: U.S. Third Army Headquarters, University of Texas Pan-American, Edinburg, Texas.


Commander Carlisle waited outside General Powell's office at Third Army Headquarters. The Soviets had used the University as a headquarters, first during the initial invasion, then it had served as a rear-area HQ during the next three years, also hosting a KGB and DGI oepacification office, before serving as Third Shock Army's Headquarters during the final offensive. The Soviets had stripped the university of anything that could be useful, from the library (obviously) to the contents of labs belonging to the various sciences: biology, physics, chemistry, and so forth. Even office equipment and sinks had been stripped out. Now, the U.S. Army was back, and General Powell had set up in what had been the University President's office.

Her helo ride had been a wild one: instead of climbing to altitude, the helo pilot had stayed at treetop level almost the entire time. And what she'd seen out the window brought a big smile to her face. Columns of American armor and infantry headed south, supply convoys bringing supplies forward, and going north on U.S. 281, columns of Soviet and Cuban prisoners marching north to EPW compounds that had been set up. What was it that General Dudorov had said to her, once oeIf those men in the Kremlin could see what we see, they'd bring an end to this. Well, she thought, it's going to end. And on our terms.

oeCommander a voice said.

Commander Carlisle opened her eyes. I must have dozed off there, she thought. oeYes

oeMa'am, I'm Major Scott Dixon, General Powell's aide. He's ready for you now. the Army officer said.

She got up and followed the major into Powell's office. An Army-issue desk and chairs, several map boards, and a map showing North America, with the battle lines clearly marked, hung on the wall. oeGeneral, this is Lieutenant Commander Valerie Carlisle.

She came to attention and saluted. Powell returned the salute, and said, oeWelcome back, Commander, putting out his hand.

Carlisle shook hands with the General, oeThank you, sir.

oeHave a seat. My J-2 has told me about your experience. A little unusual, but given how things are from Ivan's viewpoint, it's not surprising they'd pick someone for something like that. Powell said.

oeBelieve me, Sir, I was just as surprised. I expected a long Q&A session with a bunch of GRU thugs, and instead, it's practically the royal treatment.

Powell nodded. He'd been just as surprised as his own staff when they relayed her story to him. oeAnd you think that even if you'd said no, they would've put you on that bus anyway

oeYes,sir. I really do. Carlisle said.

oeWell..that settles that. Now, what kind of a man will I be meeting with in a while Powell asked.

oeSir

oeAlekseyev. What kind of man is he said Powell.

oeWell, General, I got the impression that he's doing a job that he'd rather not be doing. And he's frankly disgusted with the KGB and all of their...activities. Not to mention the ALA and the PSD. He told me that creating them-along with the Hall government, was a mistake.

Powell looked at his J-2. The Intelligence Officer nodded. They'd had similar information, and this verified some of what they'd picked up earlier. oeWhat else

oeI gathered the impression he's also disgusted with what he's getting from Moscow. I don't know Russian, sir. But a couple of times, he got messages while I was in his presence, and he looked pretty disgusted at what he'd read. Carlisle reported. oeHe wanted me to understand that not all Soviet officers were barbarians.

Powell leaned back against his desk. oeCould he have gotten orders to carry out certain...actions, and that only reinforced his disgust

oeGeneral, I just don't know. You'll have to ask him.

oeI will. In the meantime, get yourself a shower, and cleaned up. You'll be there. Powell said.

oeSir

oeIt's only fitting, Commander. You're going to be there at the surrender. All you have to do is stand back and watch. You won't have to say a word. But you'll be able to tell your grandchildren: you were there when the Russians surrendered in Texas. Powell said. He turned to Major Dixon, oeMajor, get the Commander to a shower, and see if our Navy liaison has a fresh uniform for her. If not, get her flight suit through the laundry while she's cleaning up.

Major Dixon nodded, oeIf you'll come with me, Commander

Carlisle stood up to leave. Powell shook hands with her again, and said. oeMajor Dixon will see that you're there at the ceremony. Is there anything else

oeSir, I'd like to let my father know I'm OK. He's retired and living in Maine. Chances are, the Navy's told him I went down.

Powell nodded understanding. In her position, he'd want to notify his wife by whatever means. oeMajor, see to her request.

oeThank you, sir. Carlisle said.

oeNo. Thank you, Commander. You've earned it. And remember: tonight you'll be a witness to history. Powell reminded her.

oeAye, Aye, Sir.

[Matt Wiser]

Almost time....


1815 Hours: 105th Guards Air Assault Division/41st Tank Regiment, Harlingen, Texas.

Generals Chibisov and Gordonov, along with Colonel Sergetov, were waiting outside the 105th's command post. A brief radio message had informed them that Marshal Alekseyev was on his way, and after that, they'd be going to the Americans. In the meantime, they'd been talking about the war, the current battle, and lost comrades. All of them had had old classmates, or friends they'd served with before, reported killed, wounded, or missing (the Soviets refused to acknowledge their POWs, just as in the Great Patriotic War), but all three knew of friends who were sitting out the war behind American barbed wire. Another subject came up, and that was what would happen in the Rodina once it was obvious the war was over for all intents and purposes. Not to mention the fate of their families once it was clear that they had surrendered. But the same subject kept coming back: could the Soviets have won the war Chibisov was emphatic.

oeNo! Absolutely not, Comrades. Unless the Americans had totally collapsed in the first six months, there was no way to win.

Sergetov nodded. oeComrade Generals, from the perspective of a tank commander, this was a first-class mess. A dreadfully long supply line, hostile populations in three countries-the problems with our supplies in Mexico come to mind, along with those in Canada-and totally losing the battle for world opinion. All of which guaranteed failure.

Gordinov looked at the young Colonel. A Freunze graduate himself, he'd been hoping to attend the General Staff Academy, but the outbreak of war had prevented that. But it was clear that Sergetov, speaking from the view of a junior officer's eyes, was right. oeSo easy to draw the sword, but very hard to put it back in its sheath, he observed. oeA pity those in Moscow never learned that.

Chibisov nodded agreement. oeYes. And something a Japanese Admiral once said applies to our situation-not just now, but back in 1985.

Both Gordinov and Sergetov looked at him. oeA Japanese Admiral, Comrade General Sergetov asked.

oeYes, Admiral Yamamoto: the man who planned the attack on Pearl Harbor, back in 1941. He is supposed to have said 'All we have done is awakened a sleeping giant and filled him with a terrible resolve.' He also said something else that equally applies to us.

oeAnd that is Gordonov asked.

oeIt is impossible for a foreign army to invade the United States. There would be a rifle behind every blade of grass, and every tree. Chibisov said. oeIn both, he was correct.

Gordonov's aide came into the room. oeComrades, Marshal Alekseyev is here.

Chibisov raised an eyebrow. oeHe's early.

oeWho knew who might have been listening in on the conversation, when he said 1830, Comrade General Sergetov pointed out.

oeQuite so, Comrade Colonel. Let's go. Chibisov said. And the three went out to greet the Marshal, and escort him across to American lines. They saluted, and Alekseyev returned it. He was in his last clean uniform, with all of his decorations, and the shoulder boards of a Marshal of the Soviet Union. oeAre you ready, Comrade Marshal Chibisov asked.

Alekseyev nodded. oeLet's go, then.

Sergetov picked up the white flag and the party crossed into American lines. Once again, American soldiers stood up from their holes and positions to watch, and some, again, took pictures.


On the other side, Lieutenant Moore's First Sergeant called to her; oeL-T, they're coming. Four of 'em. And one looks like he's the head honcho.

Here we go again, she thought. And this time, a Marshal Boy, if the guys from OCS could see this. She turned to her radioman. oeCall battalion, and let them know the Russians are back. With their CO.

The RTO nodded. oeYou got it, L-T.

As he did so, she put on her fatigue cap, picked up her M-16, and went out to greet the Russians. She also handed her First Sergeant her own camera. oeWhen we start talking, take a picture. This time, I want something to show my kids someday.

The first sergeant nodded. He'd do the same. And the two Americans went to meet the Soviets. When they got there, she saluted, just like it was, back at Fort Benning. oeSir. First Lieutenant Jennifer Moore, United States Army, 29th Infantry Division.

Alekseyev regarded the American in front of him. So, Commander Carlisle was right. First a female naval aviator, now a female infantry lieutenant. Just as we did in the Great Patriotic War. And he noticed that she had come to strict attention, just like a cadet at one of his own Military Colleges. Alekseyev returned the salute, and said, oeI am Marshal Pavel Alekseyev, commander of the forces in the Brownsville area. I have a meeting arranged with General Powell.

Moore nodded. oeYes, sir. I've notified my superiors, and a helicopter will be here shortly. If you'll come with me. First Sergeant, she said.

The party went back to Moore's command post, and her RTO came out. He saw the Soviet brass, and just as if it was General Powell paying a visit to the front, he saluted the party. oeMa'am, the battalion commander's on his way. He said 'they're early', but he's coming.

oeThank you, Corporal. Moore said. oeSirs, my battalion commander will be here in a few moments.

Alekseyev nodded and looked around. There were about sixty to seventy troops in the area. oeThis is your company he asked.

oeYes,sir. There were 225 when we started this, Moore said. oeThose paratroopers of yours didn't want to give up easily, she said, looking at Gordonov, who nodded as well.

The Marshal looked at the American again. So young, and in a harsh business, he thought. But then again, we did the same forty-five years ago. oeAnd how many are women

oeAbout a quarter of the original company was female, she said, matter of factly. oeWhy do you ask

oeIt's nothing, Lieutenant. Just curious, that's all. Alekseyev said. Then he noticed a pair of American Humvees coming. oeIs that your battalion commander

oeIt is. Wait a moment, Sir. Moore said. She went over and talked with a Major who got out of the lead vehicle. He nodded, and waved them forward. After introductions, the Soviets got into the Humvees and the small convoy pulled out and headed towards 29th Division Headquarters. As they did so, they passed a small group of soldiers working on an abandoned T-80 tank.

oeI told you a socket wrench! Jonesy, did you ever work on a car or truck before you got in the Army The sergeant shouted from inside the turret.

oeNot much of that in the Detroit inner city, Sarge, the corporal replied. oeSarge! They're back.

The sergeant came up and stood in the tank's open hatch. He saw two Humvees, with four senior Soviet officers inside, and one of them had the single gold star of a Marshal of the Soviet Union on his shoulder boards. oeThat's it. They're going to sign the papers. But they had to get their CO first.

oeWhat do you mean, Sarge the corporal asked.

The sergeant looked at the young corporal from Detroit. How on earth did he wind up in a MI unit Mentally cursing whoever in the Army bureaucracy had saddled the unit with this guy, the sergeant said, oeThat's a Marshal of the Soviet Union. And you just saw the end of the war-at least north of the Rio Grande, Jonesy. Now, get me that socket wrench!


1830 Hours: 29th Infantry Division Main CP, north of Harlingen, Texas.


The Soviet delegation arrived at the main command post for the 29th Infantry Division, and Alekseyev was met by Lieutenant General Gary Luck, who commanded XVIII Airborne Corps, and by Major General Richard Armistead, the 29th's Divisional Commander. After the usual pleasantries, even between enemies, Alekseyev commented that if it had been Schwartzkopf in command instead of Powell, this meeting might have been held a few days earlier. General Luck looked at the Marshal in amazement, then let out a laugh. Puzzled, Alekseyev asked what was so funny, and Luck replied, oeYou may not know this, but some commentators on CNN have been saying things like that for the past week.

oeAnd they are not censored Alekseyev asked.

oeMarshal, even in wartime, there's one thing we Americans pride ourselves on: a free press. The news media knows what it can and can't report, but when it comes to the basics, they can say whatever they want. Even when a Senator or Congressman makes a floor speech, offering criticism of how the war is being fought-or what future strategy should be in their view-it's broadcast. That's the difference between our society and yours. General Luck said.

oeComrade Marshal, General McCaffery warned us about this: there will be many, many reporters there, Sergetov said.

Alekseyev nodded. Then the sound of a helicopter broke things up, as a UH-60 came in, made a circle, then flared for landing. The helicopter kept its engine going, and the side door slid open, and two American officers got out. One of them was General McCaffery. Both the division and corps commanders saluted him, and then McCaffery recognized Alekseyev from his file photograph. oeMarshal, I'm Lieutenant General McCaffery, General Powell's chief of staff, he said, saluting.

oeGeneral, Alekseyev said, returning the salute. oeI gather this is our helicopter

oeIt is. If you and your party will follow me McCaffery said.

The Soviet delegation followed McCaffery and his aide to the waiting Blackhawk and everyone got in. The crew chief made sure everyone was seated and seat belts fastened, then he slid the door shut and the UH-60 lifted off. McCaffery passed out headsets to the Soviets: oeIt's too noisy to talk otherwise, he explained, and the Soviets did so. Alekseyev and Chibisov looked out the side windows, and the scene on U.S. 77 said it all: American supply convoys and reinforcements were moving south, empty supply vehicles were going north, and in the highway median, columns of Soviet, Cuban, and other Soviet bloc prisoners, headed north towards American POW compounds. The sight only reinforced Alekseyev's desire to bring matters to an end, before any more of his men died. Then the helicopter turned west, and flew to General Powell's headquarters in Edinburg. Alekseyev recognized the location: it had been 3rd Shock Army's headquarters when the pocket had been formed, and he'd visited that brute Starukhin several times.

As the Blackhawk orbited, Alekseyev could see how things had changed: the Americans were using the athletic fields for helicopter landings, a field hospital was nearby, and there was a tent city set up, apparently to provide living space for Powell's headquarters personnel. Not to mention the Patriot and HAWK missile batteries that had been set up to provide air defense. Then Alekseyev noticed a crowd gathered near the helicopter landing area. He asked General McCaffery. oeAre these the reporters you warned my aide and chief of staff about

oeThey are, Marshal. You don't have to say a word to those people, McCaffery said. Then he spoke to the pilot. oeWe're getting ready to land, gentlemen.

The UH-60 flared and landed. As the pilot shut down the engines, everyone made ready to get out. Only when the crew chief signaled that they could do so, did the passengers leave the helicopter. McCaffery led the Soviet delegation past the reporters, who were being kept a distance away by MPs, to one of the campus administration buildings, and took them into a meeting room.

oeGentlemen, since we weren't expecting you this early, General Powell isn't ready to see you. He will see you, though, at 1900, which is in about fifteen minutes or so. Is there anything you need at the moment Something to eat, perhaps McCaffery asked.

Alekseyev nodded. oeThank you, General. Something to eat would be most welcome.

oeGood. I'll have some sandwiches and cold drinks-nonalcoholic, I regret to say, brought in. Make yourselves as comfortable as possible, and the General will see you in about fifteen minutes.


1850 Hours: K-236: the Gulf of Mexico.


Captain Padorin looked at the message he'd just received from Caribbean Squadron HQ. He looked at the message, then his communications officer. oeHave you decoded this correctly

oeYes, Comrade Captain. the man replied.

Padorin sighed. oeAll right. Thank you. the captain said. The communications man nodded and left the Captain's cabin. Padorin then got up and went into the CCP. The Starpom was there, though Shelpin, the Security Officer, had taken over as officer of the watch. oeComrades, we have a new mission.

oeWhat asked the Starpom.

Padorin showed him the message form. oeWe're to conduct search-and-rescue operations along the flight path from Brownsville to Cuba. Evidently a plane or planes with some VIPs aboard has gone down, and somebody important is out there on the water.

Shelpin looked at the Captain. Even though he was KGB, he was also a submariner. oeComrade Captain, does the message say who

oeNo, it doesn't, Padorin admitted. oeAnd this sounds like another chance to get us killed. Just like that failed pickup on the coast.

The Starpom looked at the chart. oeSo where do they want us

oeA point fifty kilometers off the western tip of Cuba. Then proceed west to a point about halfway between that location and Brownsville. Padorin said, going over the message.

Shelpin cursed. oeLike you said, Comrade Captain. This is another chance to get us killed. That place is likely swarming with American aircraft. If they catch us on the surface...

oeI know, Padorin said. oeBut we won't be on the surface. We'll proceed submerged along the route, and only occasionally going to periscope depth to do a visual search. There's no doubt the place has plenty of P-3s and shipboard helicopters, and I won't make it easy for them.

The Starpom nodded. oeStill...it's going to be nasty there.

oeNo doubt, Padorin agreed. Like I said: I won't make it easy for them. He turned to the Navigator. oeNew course: three-five-zero.

oeThree-five-zero, Aye, Comrade Captain.

Padorin then turned to Shelpin. oeCome left to three-five-zero. Make turns for twenty knots. Depth: two hundred meters.


1900 Hours: U.S. Third Army Headquarters, Edinburg, Texas.


The Soviet delegation walked with General McCaffery across what had been the University of Texas-Pan American campus before the war. To Alekseyev, it had come full circle: he'd been here in 1985 as a deputy Front Commander, and the campus had served as Gulf Front's headquarters. Now, he was back. McCaffery escorted the Soviets to what had been the main administration building, where Powell maintained his offices, and escorted them into a conference room. There, tables had been set up, and General Powell and his staff were waiting to receive them. oeMarshal, Powell said, saluting.

oeGeneral Powell, Alekseyev responded.

oeI only wish this had happened earlier, but...you had your duty to perform, until it could no longer be done, Powell said. oePlease, be seated, gentlemen.

The Soviet delegation sat, followed by Powell and his staff. One thing that Powell was happy about was that Alekseyev spoke fluent English, as did Chibisov and Sergetov. Though General Gordonov did not, Sergetov would act as an interpreter. oeMarshal, I gather that you wish to surrender the forces under your command

oeThat is correct, General. However, I do not have control over those forces that have escaped south of the Rio Grande, nor do I control those at sea. Alekseyev said.

Powell knew it already. But he wanted it for the record. oeI see. How long will it take to ensure that the forces under your command will obey an order to lay down their arms

oeA few hours, General. Your attacks against our command-and-control systems have proven to be effective. Notifying every headquarters down to battalion level will take some time, if they cannot be contacted by radio or by field phone. Alekseyev replied.

oeVery well. And prisoners There are a number of POW and labor camps within your perimeter, Powell pointed out.

oeI have already issued orders that they are to be turned over to your forces, when the time comes. Alekseyev said. oeThough, I fear, that those held by the KGB or the PSD may have already been moved to Mexico-or worse.

Powell looked at the Marshal. It was to be expected, he knew. Not even a theater commander could entirely control the KGB, or those scum in the PSD. oeI see. You do have the locations of these camps

oeOf course, General.

oeWe'll also need to have the locations of all land and sea mines. As well as which facilities within the pocket have been rigged for demolition. Powell said.

oeThose will be provided to you, Alekseyev said. oeMy chief of staff has all of the necessary materials.

oeGood. The airlift will cease, and there will be no more ships sailing, Powell stated.

Alekseyev simply nodded.

Powell then asked, oeFinally: are there any nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons or materials within the pocket

oeThere are some artillery shells and Grad rockets with chemical warheads: they are already secured, and will remain so until your troops arrive. Alekseyev said. oeI can assure you there are no biological weapons. As for nuclear, you would be advised to inspect the wreck of the freighter Cherepovets, scuttled in the Intracoastal Waterway. You may find some very interesting things there.

Powell's J-2 raised an eyebrow at that. So that's where they put them, he thought. But Powell himself said nothing, but he did give his approval with a wink and nod. Then Powell spoke:

oeThe cease fire takes effect at one minute after midnight, Central Time. U.S. Forces will move in to take the surrender of Soviet and Soviet-allied forces beginning at 0800 Central Time. You may keep your headquarters guard and any Military Police under arms to maintain order until they are relieved by U.S. Forces. Any KGB or PSD units remaining are to be taken into custody, and handed over to the appropriate U.S. personnel.

Alekseyev looked at the other Soviet officers. It was about what they expected. oeAnd our wounded

oeThey will be given whatever medical attention is required, and you own medical personnel will be allowed to continue treating them. It would be advisable to have your chief of medical services come forward soon, so that my own medical personnel can make whatever preparations they need. Powell said. oeYou and your men will be treated in full accordance with the Geneva Convention as Prisoners of War, and will be treated well. Just as those in the convoy you tried to send out to Mexico earlier today.

Alekseyev was stunned. The convoy had been intercepted oeThe convoy with Soviet servicewomen

oeYes. You may be assured that they will be properly treated, Powell replied. oeAnd your choice of...shall we say, envoy, was unusual, but given your circumstances....

The Marshal didn't try to show it,but he was relieved. oeThey are safe

oeYes. And they will be sent to a prisoner-of-war camp where we do hold a number of Soviet servicewomen from previous engagements. They are safe, and able to sit out the rest of the war as comfortably as possible.

oeThank you, General. Alekseyev said. He was now resigned to signing whatever surrender document the Americans had.

oeYou are welcome, Marshal, Powell said. oeNow, we'll adjourn to the gym. Things have been set up there, for the actual signing.

Alekseyev nodded. oeAnd who will sign

oeI will, as Commanding General of Third Army. You, of course, as Commander of the Soviet Forces in Texas

The Marshal nodded.

oeThere's one thing I should warn you about: there will be representatives of the news media there to witness the signing. They've been told not to ask questions, and other than what is necessary, you do not have to say a word to them-or to anyone. Powell said.

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