"So, you"re Beagle?"
"Yes, General." Edwards tried to sit up a little straighter in the bed. The tubes in his arm and the cast on his leg didn"t help. The landing s.h.i.+p"s hospital was full of wounded men.
"And this must be Miss Vigdis. They told me you were pretty. I have a daughter about your age."
The Navy corpsmen had gotten her clothes that nearly fit. A doctor had examined her and p.r.o.nounced her pregnancy normal and healthy. She was rested and bathed; to Mike and everyone else who had seen her she was a reminder of better times and better things.
"Except for Michael, I would be dead."
"So I"ve heard. Is there anything you need, miss?"
She looked down at Edwards, and that answered the question.
"You"ve done pretty well for a weatherman, Lieutenant."
"Sir, all we did was keep out of the way."
"No. You told us what Ivan had on this rock, and where they were-well, at least where they weren"t. You and your people did a lot more than just keep out of the way, son." The General pulled a small box out of his pocket. "Well done, Marine!"
"Sir, I"m Air Force."
"Oh, yeah? Well, this here says you"re a Marine." The General pinned a Navy Cross to his pillow. A major approached the General and handed him a message form. The General pocketed it and looked down the rows of hospital beds.
"About time," he breathed. "Miss Vigdis, would you please look after this man for us?"
SVERDLOVSK, R.S.F.S.R.
Two more days and they"d be leaving for the front. The 77th Motor-Rifle Division was a Category-C unit, and like all such units was composed of reservists in their thirties and possessed a little over a third of its normal outlay of equipment. Since mobilization they had been training incessantly, the older men with military experience pa.s.sing along their knowledge to the newly inducted conscripts. It was a strange match. The young arrivals were physically fit but ignorant of military life. The older men remembered much of their own military service, but had softened with age. The young men had the ardor of youth, and as much as they naturally feared exposure to danger on the battlefield, they would not hesitate to defend their country. The older men with families had much more to lose. Lectures to their officers from a veteran combat officer had filtered down to the ranks. Germany would not be pleasant. A sergeant from communications receipted the message, and the word got out quickly: experienced combat officers and NCOs would join them at Moscow. The experienced reservists knew that they"d need such men to teach them the lessons hard-won at the front.
They knew something else it meant: the 77th Motor-Rifle Division would be committed to action within a week. It was quiet that night in the encampment. Men stood outside the unheated barracks, looking at the pine forests on the eastern slopes of the Ural Mountains.
MOSCOW, R.S.F.S.R.
"Why are we not attacking?" the General Secretary demanded.
"General Alekseyev has informed me that he is preparing for a major attack now. He says he needs time to organize his forces for a weighted blow," Bukharin answered.
"You tell Comrade General Alekseyev," the Defense Minister said, "that we want action, not words!"
"Comrades," Sergetov said, "I seem to recall from my own military service that one should not attack until one has a decisive advantage in men and weapons. If we order Alekseyev to attack before he is ready, we condemn our army to failure. We must give him time to do his job properly."
"And now you are an expert on defense matters?" the Defense Minister inquired. "A pity you are not so expert in your own field, or we should not be in this predicament!"
"Comrade Minister, I told you that your projections for oil use at the front were overly optimistic, and I was correct. You said "Give us the fuel, and we"ll see it is properly used," did you not? You said a two-week campaign, four at the worst, did you not?" Sergetov looked around the table. "Such expertise as this has brought us to disaster!"
"We will not fail! We will defeat the West."
"Comrades," Kosov walked into the room. "Forgive me for being late. I just received notification that our forces on Iceland are surrendering. The general in command cites thirty-percent casualties and a hopeless tactical situation."
"Have him arrested at once!" Defense roared. "And arrest the family of the traitor."
"Our Comrade Defense Minister seems far more efficient in arresting our own people than in defeating our enemies," Sergetov observed dryly.
"You young whelp!" The Defense Minister went white with rage.
"I do not say that we have been defeated, but it is clear that we have not yet been victorious. It is time that we seek a political conclusion to this war."
"We could accept the German terms," the Foreign Minister said hopefully.
"I regret to inform you that this is no longer a possibility," Kosov replied. "I have reason to believe that this was a sham-a German maskirovka."
"But your deputy said only the day before yesterday-"
"I warned him and you that I had my doubts. A story appeared today in the French newspaper Le Monde that the Germans have rejected a Soviet offer for a political settlement to the war. They give the correct times and location that the meetings took place-the story could only have come from official German channels, and the clear implication is that this was all along a NATO effort to affect our strategic thinking. They are sending us a message, Comrades. They say that they are prepared to fight the war to the finish."
"Marshal Bukharin, what is the strength of the NATO forces?" the General Secretary asked.
"They have taken ma.s.sive losses in men and materiel. Their armies are exhausted. They must be, else they would have counterattacked in strength already."
"One more push, then," Defense said. He looked to the head of the table for support. "One more very very hard push. Perhaps Alekseyev is right-we need to coordinate a single ma.s.sive attack to smash their lines."
Now you are grasping at other men"s straws, Sergetov thought.
"The Defense Council will consider this in private," the General Secretary said.
"No!" Sergetov objected. "This is now a political question for the entire Politburo. The fate of the country will not be decided by five men only!"
"You have no place to object, Mikhail Eduardovich. You have no vote at this table." Sergetov was stunned to hear these words from Kosov.
"Perhaps he should," Bromkovskiy said.
"That is not a question to be decided now," the General Secretary announced.
Sergetov watched the faces arrayed around the oak table. No one had the courage to speak up now. He had almost altered the power balance of the Politburo, but until it was clear which faction was stronger, the old rules would prevail. The meeting adjourned. The members filed out except for the five Defense Council members, who kept Bukharin with them.
The candidate member lingered outside looking for allies. His fellow chieftains filed past. Several met his eyes, then looked away.
"Mikhail Eduardovich?" It was the Minister for Agriculture. "How much fuel will be available for food distribution?"
"How much food will there be?" Sergetov asked. How much food can there be?
"More than you think. We have tripled the size of private plots throughout the Russian Republic-"
"What?"
"Yes, the old people on the farms are growing plenty of food now-at least enough to feed us for the time being. The problem is now one of distribution."
"No one told me." Some good news? Sergetov wondered.
"Do you know how many times I have proposed this? No, you weren"t here last July, were you? I"ve said for years that by doing this we could solve many problems, and finally they listened to me! We have food, Mikhail Eduardovich-I just hope we will have people to eat it! I need fuel to transport it to the cities. Will I have the fuel?"
"I will see what I can do, Filip Moiseyevich."
"You have spoken well, Comrade. I hope some will listen."
"Thank you."
"Your son is well?"
"The last I heard from him, yes."
"I am ashamed that my son is not there, too." The Minister for Agriculture paused. "We must-well, we have no time for that now. Get me the fuel figures as quickly as you can."
A convert? Or an agent provocateur?
STENDAL, GERMAN DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC.
Alekseyev held the message in his hand: FLY AT ONCE TO Moscow FOR CONSULTATIONS. Was it his death sentence? The General summoned his deputy.
"Nothing new. We have some probes around Hamburg, and what looks like preparations for an attack north of Hannover, but nothing we should not be able to handle."
"I have to go to Moscow." Alekseyev saw the concern on the man"s face. "Don"t worry, Anatoliy, I haven"t been in command long enough to be shot. We will have to arrange our personnel transfers in a systematic way if we have any hope of transforming these C divisions into a fighting force. I should be back in twenty-four hours or less. Tell Major Sergetov to get my map case and meet me outside in ten minutes."
Alekseyev handed his aide the message form in the back of the staff car, along with an ironic look.
"What does this mean?"
"We"ll find out in a few hours, Vanya."
MOSCOW, R.S.F.S.R.
"They are truly mad."
"You should choose your words with greater care, Boris Georgiyevich," Sergetov said. "What has NATO done now?"
The KGB Chief shook his head in surprise. "I mean the Defense Council, you young fool!"
"This young fool has no vote on the Politburo. You pointed that out yourself." Sergetov had held the fleeting hope that the Politburo might be brought to its senses.
"Mikhail Eduardovich, I have worked very hard to protect you to this point. Please do not make me regret this. If you had managed to force a Politburo decision in the open, you would have lost and possibly destroyed yourself. As it is"-Kosov paused for another of his grins-"as it is, they have asked me to discuss their decision with you in hope of getting your support.
"They are doubly mad," Kosov went on. "First, the Defense Minister wishes to initiate the use of a few small tactical nuclear warheads. Second, he hopes for your support. They propose the maskirovka all over again. They will explode a small tactical device in the DDR, forcing us to retaliate while proclaiming that NATO has violated the no-first-use agreement. But it could be worse. They"ve summoned Alekseyev to Moscow to seek his a.s.sessment of the plan and how best to implement it. He should be on his way here now."
"The Politburo will never agree to this. We"re not all crazy, are we? Have you told them how NATO will react?"
"Of course. I"ve told them that NATO will not react at all at first, they will be too confused."
"You encouraged them?"
"I wish you would keep in mind that they prefer Larionov"s opinions to my own."
Comrade Kosov, Sergetov thought to himself, you care less about the danger to the Rodina than you do for your own future. You"d be quite satisfied to bring the whole country down if you bring them down first, wouldn"t you?
"The votes on the Politburo . . ."
"Will support the Defense Council. Think. Bromkovskiy will vote no, perhaps Agriculture also, though I doubt it. They want you to speak in favor of the plan. This will reduce the opposition to old Petya. Petya is a good old man, but no one really listens to him anymore."
"I will never do this!"
"But you must. And Alekseyev must agree." Kosov got up and looked out the window. "There is nothing to fear-no nuclear bombs will be used. I have already seen to that."
"What do you mean?"
"Surely you know who controls the nuclear weapons in this country?"