At this moment in time Colin has a wife, two daughters, one step-daughter, two step-sons and two grandsons, called Lucas and Mason, who are avid Manchester United fans, although neither know it yet.
Four cats complete the home ensemble.
He has been a wargamer for most of his life, hence the future plans for a Red Gambit wargaming series.
In 1992 Colin joined the magistracy, having wandered in from the street to ask how someone becomes a beak. He served until 2005. The experience taught him the true difference between justice and the law, the former being what he would have preferred to administer.
Red Gambit was first researched over ten years ago, but work and life changes prevented it from blossoming.
Now it has become six books, instead of one, as more research is done and more lines of writing open themselves up.
Though the books are fiction, fact is a constant companion, particularly within the biographies, where real-life events are often built into the lives of fictitious characters.
Colin writes for the pleasure it brings him and, hopefully, the reader. The books are not intended to be modern day ‘Wuthering Heights’ or ‘War and Peace’. They contain a story that Colin thinks is worth the telling, and to which task he set his inexperienced hand. The biographies are part of the whole experience that he hopes to bring the reader.
Enjoy them all, and thank you for reading.
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‘Stalemate’ – the story continues.
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Chapter 78 – THE TERROR
For all those that take up the sword shall perish by the sword.
Colonel-General Malinin consumed the GRU report dealing with the dishonoured British peace negotiations.
“Your thoughts, Comrade?”
Zhukov sat peeling an apple, having already read the document.
“I see no reason to doubt her report, Comrade Marshall. Even though it is hard to imagine such an act without a mandate, our Nazarbayeva sets out the reasons quite clearly, and the reinstatement of Churchill seems to bear out all she states.”
“So, we lost many men for no good reason, Malinin. Bagramyan is hopping mad and threatens our lives, so I’m told.”
Whilst Zhukov delivered that with humour, both men understood that the old Armenian Marshall was extremely upset at having lost so many good men for something that, in the end, produced no tangible advantage.
In actual fact, it had produced some advantages, in that the Britsh and Dominion formations had been given a very hard time and, by all accounts, were exhausted beyond measure.
That at least three times as many casualties had been suffered by the attacking forces was of no comfort to the British, but they had not folded under the pressure and now, with the return of Churchill, they seemed almost inspired to higher things.
“We must send the Armenian Fox some more troops. Draw up a list of units we can release for his use.”
Malinin raised an eyebrow at his superior, knowing he was husbanding his reserve forces for the right moment.
By way of reply, Zhukov adopted a conspiratorial tone to lighten the moment, but he didn’t carry it off.
“Just enough to shut him up, Comrade. Just enough to shut him up, and not a soldier more.”
Malinin looked at his commander, realising for the first time that the strain of command was laying heavier than normal on his shoulders.
The 4th Indian Division had given up Bergatreute and Wolfegg under pressure, dropping back into the woods to the west, protecting the major highways that led to the remaining parts of South-Western Germany still under Allied control.
They had yet to take serious casualties, their retreat caused by logistical problems that saw some frontline units without more than a few minutes worth of ammunition.
Food was also just beginning to become an issue, the restrictions of their faiths meant that it was less easy to scavenge or accept gifts from the friendly population.
A serious enemy thrust on Vogt had been bloodied and repulsed, the combination of British tanks, Indian artillery, and USAAF ground attack proving too much for a large mechanized force that withdrew in disarray.
Those units melting into the cool shadows of the trees found ample munitions and hard supplies waiting, product of a magnificent effort by the Division’s logistical chain, meaning that this was a line that they could hold.
Bullets and explosive had taken priority over bread and meat, so only modest amounts of food reached some units, whilst others waited in vain. Many men went hungry that evening, partially because there was nothing to eat, and partially because of the presence of the enemy.
They were known as the ‘Red Eagles’, a homage to their divisional badge.
Their service during the Second World War was exemplary, from the 1940 campaigns in the Western Desert, through East Africa and the rout of the larger Italian Forces, Syria and finally Italy, where the division earned undying glory in and around the bloodbath that was Monte Cassino.
The 4th was considered an elite formation, but it had taken heavy casualties in the process of acquiring its illustrious reputation.
Returned from a stint of armed policing in Greece, the 4th Indian Division had slotted back into the Allied order of battle alongside sister units with whom they had shared the excesses of combat, only to be swiftly transferred north and into the cauldron of the new German war.
It performed well against the new enemy, and swiftly relieved the exhausted 101st Airborne.
The new positions assigned to the 7th Indian infantry Brigade covered the routes out of Wolfegg, and the approaches to Vogt.
The 4th/16th Punjab Regiment, ably supported by two platoons of the 6th Rajputana MG Battalion, had stood firm in and around Vogt, British tanks from the 26th Armoured Brigade causing heavy casualties amongst the attacking T-34’s.
As the Soviet probes continued, the 2nd/11th Sikhs were pushed hard along their defensive line, set in parallel with Route 324 to the north of Vogt.
On Route 314 to the north, British soldiers of the 1st Royal Sussex Regiment folded back, but did not give, forcing the attacking Soviet infantry and cavalry to retreat, leaving scores of dead on the field.
An unusual error in Soviet attack scheduling had delayed the central assault, enabling the defending artillery to concentrate on assisting the Sussex Regiment before switching to the aid of the forces defending Routes 317 and 323.
Company Havildar Major Dhankumar Gurung looked around him, able to make out the shape of one of his men here, a weapon ready and manned there.
8th Platoon was quiet, safely hidden behind their tree trunks, protected by the hastily scraped foxholes, or comfortable in the old German trench.