All truly was quiet on the western front. Unlike the Chinese front, NATO was building instead of desperately defending. It was so quiet the troops from the NATO and Russian trenches often met in the center and shared different specialties from their countries. The Germans brought some of the best dark beer, the French brought some of the finest wine, and the Russians brought the stiffest vodka. It basically turned into a large party that stretched for 200 miles. Their tanks collected dust and the artillery had to be moved every once in a while to ensure that it wouldn't get stuck if fighting ever did happen. The ones that operated the air defense radar got bored and watched movies on their radar displays. All in all it was very relaxed. Until March 12, the anniversary of the block nations joining NATO, which ironically thirteen years later they were under the rule of Russia once again.
"When does today's party start?"
"I don't know I still have a headache from last night..."
"Hey helicopters!"
"They ours?"
"Coming from the east...yeah they're ours...I wonder what they're doing..."
"Who knows...all I know is I'm tired and I'm going back to sleep..."
They could hear the low rumble of the mass of Ka-50 attack helicopters. Then there was an unexpected, but familiar high pitch sound that led to a thunderous crash over in the French trenches.
"Whoa! Not sleeping any more...Sasha, help me with my weapon...we shouldn't have drank so much!"
"I only had a sip, but wow is this a dream?!"
The Kamovs mad their pass and were coming around again to unleash their hale of rockets onto the French positions. By the second pass the French figured out what was happening and tried to fire at the agile bringers of death. The Russian infantry didn't know what to do until the French tried to run into the Russian trenches. They were looking for refuge, but the Russian orders were clear, exterminate all threats moving east. Unfortunately the French had to move east to get into the Russian trenches.
Sasha saw an explosion a little closer to his foxhole and then he saw a man fly 20 feet into the sky cursing in French. By this he knew the French were heading at the Russian positions. It clicked immediately in his mind to load his Kalashnikov model '47 and get ready to fight, or well slaughter these man that sought shelter from the lead rain.
Knowing a little German he tried to apologize to every NATO man that he killed. He pulled back the receiver and looked left and there was a NATO soldier in his sights. He let off a three round burst of 7.62x39.
"Es tut mir leid!"
He found another, this time the man was French, but all Sasha knew was his little bit of German. Again, he shot off three rounds, but they didn't bring the screaming man down instantly. He didn't know what to do. He didn't have time to think then a Kamov flew past and released it's hell. After the dust cleared he noticed that the man he had just shot was in his foxhole, but he wasn't all there.
"...es...tut mir...leid..."
He stared at the lifeless torso, or what was left of it anyway, while screams, explosions, dust, and automatic weapon fire filled the air around him.
"...God!...Have you forgotten this plot of land?!"
There were no Russian casualties in the skirmish. It was later found that the NATO soldiers didn't even have weapons when they charged the Russian positions. One Kamov did catch fire in its engine and went down in the "no man's land".
After the dust cleared all that remained was the broken Ka-50 in the middle of the field and the other nineteen flying away with their weapon stores empty. Sasha finally heard the low rumble of the Kamov rotors diminish to the east. He poked is head out and what he saw shocked him. What used to be a fun party spot, became a desolate wasteland in just under fifteen minutes.
"...Evgeniy?...why do we fight this war?!"
"...we were told to! We are soldiers of the Russian Federation..."
"...but why?"
"Some say it is to spread democracy and capitalism ans eliminate terrorism...Some say it is to increase prestige...Some say it is for resources...There are many reasons, but it's best not to think about that...We are soldiers we pick up our guns and shoot that is how our families are fed...Justification is best left to politicians!"
"Well, then, any vodka left?"
"...one sip and a piece of shrapnel left..."
"Oh whatever...give me the bottle..."
Similar attacks were made across the lines that day. Strangely, there were no advancements, just pure destruction.
~~~
"Wow...Sergeant Paul...did you read about that skirmish on the NATO defense line?!"
"No, what happened?...NATO win?"
"Win?...How about massacred!"
"Oh whoa!...So did Russia advance into France?"
"No they just blew the living shit out of them and they're still just sitting there...I wonder if they'll ever invade?"
"They want to, but they can't figure out how, when, or whether the US will except maybe...Sounds like you..."
"What do you mean by that?!"
"Huh? Oh, I think you need to stop reading the Russian propaganda paper and flirt it up with that Tanya chic!"
"Oh shut up! You have no idea!"
"Yeah just like the US has no idea why Russia isn't attacking France..."
Lt Col Daniel rolled up the paper and smacked Paul right in the face.
"Her boyfriend died less than a month ago!"
"Oh...your point?"
"Oh never mind I'm talking to the wrong man for this subject...Have a good experience out in the field?"
"I almost want to say I had fun...the Russian air support is exceptional!"
"Yeah and the French got a taste yesterday..."
"Oh did you hear we're leaving for the US in a week?"
"Really?...huh...I'm going to relax while I can then...before the end of the week they're going to take Beijing and Hong Kong!"
"Well you should work at getting that Russian chic's number!"
"Yeah whatever I'll be in my quarters reading Tom Clancy and listening to that one song...I'm in a Cold War mood, so I'll listen to the song 'So Cold'."
"Your music sucks!"
"Yeah, right, see ya tomorrow morning!"
"night, sir"
Daniel sat on his bunk listening to his music, reading his book, but most of all still wondering about Tanya...
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