kabul 88

Black Shark Valley

Colonel Wolff was wondering what was going on after the fireballs in the sky. He knew both sides had lost planes and after those streaking SAMs he realized the Americans were in trouble and the Russians had leveled the battlefield. He wondered how the Russians had managed to get SAMs to the battlefield so quickly. Someone very high up must have authorized this escalation in this Russian adventure. Just before the SAMS had hit, the German spy satellite reception had been lost, the Russians were jamming all frequencies. Fortunately for the Germans, they had been able to run a secret ultra-low frequency from the spy satellite and with a small boost in the signal had amplified it just enough to escape detection from the Russians. So their visors were working full steam with ‘geo sat video’ streaming in steadily. But the signal was only strong enough within the village. Any forays outside and they would be on their own. Wolff knew he had to knock out the Russian jamming equipment if they wanted to maintain this tactical edge.

The whole situation was turning on its head. Wolff was about to face former allies that could not fathom the reality and truth of the situation. They were coming in gung ho and had to be fought to protect the SS General. Yes that was his priority now. He wanted to protect the movement and was hoping that something bigger would come from this situation. He was of course no ideologue but here after seeing the Werewolves, he was a committed believer in the SS General’s destiny. He would follow him to the ends of the Earth. Sometimes the future was best left murky.

Wolff walked over to the Western sector in the dark night filled with snowy particles like static, to see the Americans with a squad of 10 square jawed Germans. Everyone was wearing their Helmets including Wolff giving them a sinister look, not something out of an old World War 2 movie with helmeted alien looking V2 launch crews out of some secret Luftwaffe airbase near the forests of Berlin. There was a Werewolf at the corner of the market as they rounded the street, clearly visible on the German visors with its massive red dynamic heat signature. The SS Werewolf pretended not to notice them and just stared into space. The men walked by warily, allies but definitely not taking the relationship for granted. In turn the SS Werewolf regarded the biker helmeted Germans as the Wehrmacht soldiers would look at crazy Waffen SS soldiers going on suicidal incomprehensible Hitler befehls.

The Germans walked over to the American HQ tent hoping to talk to Angelino and thrash out the latest developments and they were surprised to find Colonel Kilgore sitting with a pistol in his hand and legs on the table. Kilgore was talking ideology to the reluctant Special Forces men assembled, he was trying his best to bring back his men from the Devil’s clutches.

“Now look here men, there is only so much we can do, we can’t take on the rest of the World for our beliefs, we are all going to die here for a situation that we don’t need to be in. I don’t know if I can double-cross my nation for a bunch of Nazis and Muslims. I mean we came here to fight the Muslims not fight alongside with them and even worse joining forces with Nazis and the Undead. We are going the wrong way and these are creatures of Satan not God. That’s what I’m trying to say. The Devil is here” said Kilgore standing up suddenly looking around at his gathered men including Angelino who averted Kilgore’s eyes. So did the rest of the men. It was only then that Kilgore noticed Wolff and his soldiers who had meanwhile taken off their Helmets. Wolff was not smiling. The Germans were gripping their Heckler and Koch 417s tighter and there was a certain edge to them as they fanned out and covered the Americans. Angelino nodded to Wolff discreetly and that was enough to reassure Wolff of the American commitment.

Wolff decided the old man Kilgore needed more time to recover from his shock. As a fellow Colonel, he decided to give Kilgore some respect and allow him the dignity to withdraw with some grace if he chose to.

“Right now what the Colonel has said is not taking into fact that the Devil has never made such an appearance on this planet and we have never before seen this sort of power. Men we have the enemy at the gates and we are preparing for an imminent invasion of our Base. Are we going to take a chance to take this test from Fate and fail it or will we rise to the challenge and grasp this Salvation from a bygone era? As far as I know the Devil has always been with the Russians!” said Wolff with his charismatic adrenaline rousing voice which ended in ‘Hurrahs’ from the Americans and Germans.

“And most of all men, we are soldiers looking for a fair fight. I’m personally tired of fighting an enemy that I have never seen or seem to personally know. However, I know the Russians and it will be a pleasure to kick their Ass. And to all the American soldiers, you have seen God’s miracle here and even if you have to kill your fellow Americans, this is the only way to bring them Salvation. They will not believe what you have seen with your own eyes. As you well know ‘seeing is believing’. We must protect the SS General and his Command. Triple Sieg Heil!” bellowed Wolff in his guttural heavy but inspired voice. Wolff had indeed become an SS man, he had realized his true destiny, and his instincts as a soldier were driving him to this fate that had been almost predestined.

The Room shouted back, ‘Sieg Heil’ 3 times and the resonating heils overwhelmed Kilgore who was sonically blown out of the room and grimly he realized his SF command was over as he wandered out into the cold streets of the village. These Special Forces whom he commanded so paternally had now thrown their lot with the Muslims and Nazis. They were truly Renegades.

 

 

 

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