"Sir..."
"Yes?"
"France...France is now Russian territory..."
"God help us...There's nothing between us and them is there?"
"...no sir...nothing, but ocean, and our Atlantic fleet is, well, gone..."
"...well we should start preparing for war on our own soil..."
"We need to get you and your family to a safe place too, I'm sure the Russians are planning the invasion right now..."
"Yeah...oh and get every nuclear missile ready to fire at a moments notice..."
"Yes sir...what will you tell the nation?"
"Nothing until the bombs fall...or the troops land...or Armageddon launches at us in the form of ICBMs..."
"Want us to prepare a speech?"
"no...what happens, happens..."
"Ok the chopper leaves in an hour...good luck sir..."
The US President sat in his office looking out the window. It was sunset and the end of spring. He sat and watched all the people walk by the White House. No one knew the Russians were breathing down their neck. No one knew how to feel if they were told that another country was going to invade. It simply was something the average American didn't think about. Wars were over in other places; not the land of the free. One group caught his eye. They were the stereotypical American middle class family. There was even the line. First came a golden retriever, then pops, followed by mom, then Susie with little Tommy behind her pulling her hair. It's stupid stuff like this that made America special. The fact that you could at least dream about that perfect family. Where in other nations one couldn't even imagine it, because they've never heard of it or seen it. The President just watched, knowing all of this would be shattered in a matter of days.
The Kremlin was a different atmosphere.
"Congratulations Comrade President! You've taken Russia into a new age!"
"No, not I...The people of the Russian Federation did! I merely sparked an idea for a new era!"
It was obvious the President had put on a few pounds with all these celebration of victory banquets. Moscow basically became a large party and more than half the city was drunk even the police and military guarding the Kremlin. Fireworks were exploding everywhere. Drunken parades filled the streets. All of Russia celebrated while the rest of Europe wept.
"Captain is it true? Are going to the Pacific?"
"Yep the Pacific Fleet is now the Atlantic Fleet."
"You think we'll fight the Russians there?"
"Think? I know we're going to be fighting the Russians when we get there."
"Think we can win?"
"I know we can win..."
The fleet had about three carriers, twenty destroyers, ten cruisers, twelve subs, and two battleships left over from WWII. The Fleet mad its way through the Panama Canal and started heading north for the fight of their lives. Like wise every ground unit was moved east so that when the landed they would have to go through a wall of lead and steel. The air force was moved west, so that they wouldn't get hit in the first blow and have time to react. The public wasn't notified. Everyone simply went on with life as usual. The only difference was the heavy draft. The number of civilian males dropped steeply.
That day Lt Col Daniel and Sgt Paul arrived in Mobile, Alabama with many other forces from all branches. It was here that they were to wait for the Pacific to arrive. When the fleet got there they were to get on the large ships and head to Europe.
"Hey colonel where are we going?"
"I heard we're going to Normandy."
"Normandy?!"
"My grandfather said that was hell!"
"It probably won't be any different for us."
"Well you're encouraging..."
"Thanks I try."
"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you. I checked your mail and there was a letter from the Ukrainian Republic of the Russian Federation...maybe it's your girl!"
Daniel ripped the envelope out of Paul's hand and back handed him with the hand that had his class ring. He told Paul off and went into a secluded area of the port. He opened it this was written:
Дорогoй Дениел,
Я...Well I'll finish that at the end of the letter, but I thought I should tell you I am at the address I gave you for L'vov, Ukraine. I know you will be here, this war has gotten out of hand and we will attack your country. I am sure with people like you that your country will win and hopefully liberate Europe. So, when the war pushes to L'vov...Well you'll know what to do. I've already arranged to have Ivan fly us to the South Pacific and yeah...so yeah I'll write what I want to write in Ukrainian. I'm learning it slow, but sure...For some reason I'm nervous in writing it, so childish and stupid of me...Я тебe кохаю!
Таня
Daniel sat in his spot for a while staring at the letter.
"What the hell does кохаю mean?!"There weren't exactly a lot of Ukrainians in the US to answer his question and an English-Ukrainian dictionary was rare. He was wondering what to do and wondering whether he should be excited or sad about what кохаю meant.
Just as Daniel did not understand what кохаю meant, the Russian president did not understand what the opening of US missile silos meant. He called Marshal Gurevich, his minister of defense, for advice. The few officers in military intelligence that new about the missiles were the only ones that knew about the solution as they watched stealthy Su-43's take off and disappear west over the horizon.
The warning finally went out after the third bomb hit. Anti-air vehicles lit up the night sky trying to find what dropped the bombs. The alarms sounded at the docks. The AA guns sounded like a broken popcorn machine and the bombs shook the ground.
"Oh shit there you are! Daniel let's get the hell outta here!"
Daniel got up and threw his pack on. "...and go where?!"
"Away from anything that looks like it would be a target, sir!"
"Alright Paul...ya smart ass!"
They ran out in the open looking over the port. Far out over the water they saw the fleet getting hit and trying to fight back. Every five minutes a large explosion could be seen near the fleet and then a burst of AA fire flew aimlessly into the sky. The attack lasted a half hour. The fighters, it turns out were equipped with 3000 pound bombs that hit numerous strategic targets. Many silos were hit which forced the president to close them so they wouldn't get hit like that again, at least the one's that were left. The fighters returned without a scratch to their bases in western Europe.
"Sir, we have reports of bombings all over the country."
The President was still in marine one, his helicopter, when the secretary of defense called him from a bunker.
"What? I can't hear that well in this damn chopper!"
"We fell under attack and lost well over half of our missile silos. I had them closed, but we believe another attack is imminent!"
"...shit...this job just keeps getting better and better..."
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