"I'm hungry," Chapayev said after a moment.
"Dinner should be in about thirty minutes."
"You will just send me home, after-"
"We don't have labor camps and we don't kill prisoners. If we were going to mistreat you, why did the surgeon sew up your leg and prescribe pain medications?"
"The pictures I had with me?"
"Almost forgot." Toland handed the Russian's wallet over. "Isn't it against the rules to take this up with you?"
"I carry it for luck," he said. Chapayev pulled out the black-and-white shot of his wife and twin daughters. I will see you again It may be some months, but I will see you again.
Bob chuckled. "It worked, Comrade Major. Here are mine."
"Your wife is too skinny, but you are a lucky man also." Chapayev paused as his eyes teared up for a moment. He blinked them away. "I would like a drink," he said hopefully.
"Me, too. Not allowed on our ships." He looked at the photos. "Your daughters are beautiful, Major. You know, we have to be crazy to leave them."
"We have our duty," Chapayev said. Toland gestured angrily.
"It's the damned politicians. They just tell us to go-and we go, like idiots! Hell, we don't even know why the Goddamned war started!"
"You mean you do not know?"
Bingo. Codeine and sympathy... The tape recorder he had in his pocket was already turned on.
HUNZEN, FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF GERMANY
"If I continue the attack, we'll be destroyed here!" Alekseyev protested. "I have two full divisions on my flank, and I have a report that American tanks are at Alfeld."
"Impossible!" CINC-West replied angrily.
"The report came from Major Sergetov. He saw them arrive. I have ordered him to Stendal to make his report to you personally."
"I have 26th Motor-Rifle approaching Alfeld now. If any Americans are present, they'll handle matters."
That's a Category-C unit, Alekseyev thought. Reservists, short on equipment, out-of-date training.
"What progress have you made on the crossing?"
"Two regiments across, a third moving now. Enemy air activity has picked up-dammit! I have enemy units in my rear!"
"Get back to Stendal, Pasha. Beregovoy is in command at Hunzen. I need you here."
I'm being relieved. I'm being relieved of my command!
"Understood, Comrade General," Alekseyev replied. He switched off the radio. Can I leave my troops this vulnerable to counterattack? Can I forego warning my commanders? Alekseyev slammed his fist on the worktable. "Get me General Beregovoy'!'
ALFELD, FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF GERMANY
It was too far for artillery support from the NATO lines, and they'd been forced to leave their own guns behind. Mackall trained his gunsights through the haze and saw the advancing Russian formations. He estimated two regiments. That made it a division-sized attack in the classic two-up, one-back fashion. Hmm. I don't see any SAM launchers upfront The colonel in overall command started giving his orders over the command circuit. Friendly air was coming in.
Apache attack choppers popped up right behind the Cav's positions. They moved south to flank the advancing Russian vehicles, jinking and skidding as they launched their Hellfire missiles into the leading echelon of tanks. Their pilots sought out missile-launch vehicles but found none. Next came the A10s. The ugly twin-engine aircraft swooped low, free for once of the SAM threat. Their rotary cannon and cluster bombs continued the job of the Apaches.
"They're coming in dumb, boss," the gunner commented.
"Maybe they're green, Woody."
"Okay by me."
The Bradleys on the eastern edge of the town engaged next with their missiles. The leading Soviet ranks were savaged even before they came into range of the tanks over the river. The attack began to falter. The Russian tanks stopped to shoot. They popped smoke and shot wildly from inside it. A few wild rounds landed close to Mackall's position, but they were not aimed shots. The attack was stopped two kilometers short of the town.
"Head north," Alekseyev said over the headset.
"Comrade General, if we head north-" the pilot started to say.
"I said head north! Keep low," he added.
The heavily armed Mi-24 swooped low abruptly. Alekseyev's gorge rose in his throat as the pilot tried to get even with him for giving the stupid, dangerous order. He sat in the back, hanging on to the seatbelt and leaning out the left-side door to see what he could. The helicopter jinked violently left and right, up and down-the pilot knew the dangers here.
"There!" Alekseyev called. "Ten o'clock. I see-American or German? Tanks at ten o'clock."
"I see some missile vehicles, too, Comrade General. Do you wish to see them more closely?" the pilot inquired acidly. He brought the chopper down a wooded road, barely two meters above the pavement as he dipped out of sight.
"That was at least a battalion," the General said.
"I'd say more," the pilot commented. He was at full power, his nose low for maximum speed, and his eyes scanned ahead for enemy aircraft.
The General fumbled with his map. He had to sit down and strap in to use both hands on it. "My God, this far south?"
"As I told you," the pilot answered over the intercom, "they have staged a breakthrough."
"How close can you go to Alfeld?"
'That depends on how much the General wishes to be alive tonight." Alekseyev noted the fear and anger in the words, and reminded himself that the captain flying his helicopter was already twice a Hero of the Soviet Union for his daring over the battlefield.
"As close as you think safe, Comrade Captain. I must see for myself what the enemy is doing."
"Understood. Hang on, it will be a very rough ride." The Mi-24 jumped up to avoid some power lines, then dropped again like a stone. Alekseyev winced at how close to the ground they stopped. "Enemy aircraft overhead. Look like the Devil's Cross... four of them heading west."
They passed over a-not a road, Alekseyev thought, a grassy strip with tracked vehicles on it. The grass had been churned to bare dirt. He checked his map. This route led to Alfeld.
"I will cross over the Leine and approach Alfeld from the east. That way we'll be over friendly troops if anything happens," the pilot advised. Immediately thereafter the aircraft jumped up and down again. Alekseyev caught a glimpse of tanks on the ridge as they raced past. Many of them. A few strings of tracer bullets reached out at the chopper, but fell behind. "Quite a few tanks there, Comrade General. I'd say a regimental force. The tank-repair yard is to the south-what's left of it-shit! Enemy helicopters to the south!"
The aircraft stopped and pivoted in the air. There was a roar as an air-to-air missile leaped off the wingtip, then the Mi-24 started moving again. It jinked up, then down hard, and the General saw a smoke trail go overhead.
"That was close."
"Did you get him?"
"Does the General wish me to stop and see? What's that? That wasn't here before."
The chopper stopped briefly. Alekseyev saw burning vehicles and running men. The tanks were old T-55s... this was the counterattack he'd been told about! Smashed. A minute later he saw vehicles assembling for another effort.
"I've seen enough. Straight to Stendal as fast as you can." The General leaned back with his maps and tried to formulate a clear picture of what he'd seen. Half an hour later the helicopter flared and landed.