Part 21 (1/2)
Cecil finally waved Ben to a chair and said, while pouring them coffee, ”You must be fairly confident about the outcome of the western campaign, Ben.”
”Very. When General Jahn surrendered, that signaled the beginning of the end.”
”You took some chances over there.” He smiled and held up a hand. ”Not that I wouldn't have done the same thing. You had to do something very bold to gain the upper hand.”
”I just thank G.o.d it didn't backfire on us. And it certainly could have.”
Cecil smiled. ”But it didn't. You're confident enough to grab at any opportunity to leave and go off head-hunting on your own, so level with me. You're up to something, in your usual sneaky way. So let's have it.”
Ben managed to look hurt. Cecil laughed at him. Ben grinned. ”You're not going with me, Cec. My first stop was at the hospital to talk to your doctors.”
Cecil shrugged. ”I have resigned myself to this desk, Ben.”
”I'm going to settle the hash of Moi Sambura and Wink Payne once and for all and get them finally and forever off our backs,” Ben said.Cecil drummed fingertips on the desk top. ”With how many battalions?”
”Just mine.”
”You can't be serious, Ben! Jesus G.o.d, man. Moi alone has about ten thousand back-to-Africa followers. Wink has just about the same number of white trash. They're spread all over the top half of Alabama. One faction jumps around and beats on tom-toms and the 241.
other burns crosses and has the market cornered on bed-sheets. They're all a bunch of G.o.dd.a.m.n nuts! But very dangerous ones.”
Ben laughed at the expression on his friend's face. Moi Sambura despised Cecil Jefferys and the feeling was certainly mutual. ”Oh, I'm going to take along a few tanks and so forth. Maybe some guns.h.i.+ps. Don't worry about me. I'm not going in unprepared.”
Cecil shook his head and sighed. But he knew that once Ben had made up his mind, nothing was going to change it. ”Does Ike know about this?”
”Oh, h.e.l.l no. He'd be screaming if he did. I'll let you tell him once we're on the way.”
”Thanks a lot.”
Ben smiled. ”That's what friends are for.”
Jesus Hoffman sat in his headquarters and brooded. He was not angry. He had vented that and now he was just depressed. Things were not going well. As a matter of fact, things were just plain s.h.i.+tty for the NAL. He swiveled in his chair and looked out the window.
Ben Raines had uncorked all his artillery, and the Blacks.h.i.+rts were getting plastered on every front. Raines had rocket-a.s.sisted 155s, both towed and self-propelled, with a range of over 26,000 yards, and Raines had placed them well out of range of Hoffman's largest guns. Every division Hoffman had was tied up, pinned down, or in a box. And they were taking terrible losses. Both in blood and morale.
I should have stayed in South America, he thought for the hundredth time that day. I should have been content with what I had. He shook his head.
No, eventually 242.
Raines would have come after me, even down there. So if the dream must end, what difference does it make where it ends?
Hoffman stood up and walked around the room several times, to get the blood flowing and the kinks out of his joints and muscles. Then he stepped out of his office and told an aide to gather his staff officers.
He told another to make fresh coffee and see if the mess had some cakes or cookies. While waiting for his staff to a.s.semble, he drank a cup of coffee and felt better, refreshed. He sat on the edge of a table he used for a desk and his thoughts were bitter.
”I was going to conquer Texas in a matter of weeks,” he muttered. ”Thewhole of the United States in a year.” Several of his staff people had gathered silently by the open door and were listening to him mutter.
”Now my troops are scattered and demoralized. I would go home, but the way is blocked. I would call for planes, but the Rebels have missiles and would shoot them down. That is, providing they even reached the southern borders of this G.o.dd.a.m.n country.”
One of his staff officers cleared his throat and if Hoffman heard, he ignored it.
”Why?” Hoffman said in a whisper. ”More importantly, how did it happen?”
”It happened,” the voice of a senior staff member broke into his mutterings, ”because we were all too confident, too arrogant, and we grossly miscalculated the strength and underestimated the resolve of the Rebels.”
Hoffman lifted his eyes and turned his head while the other staff officers braced themselves for a display of temper. But Hoffman merely nodded his head in agreement and softly said, ”Yes. Yes, you are absolutely correct.
243.
I have to admit it. But do you have any suggestions that would help us turn the battles around to our favor?”
”No, Field Marshal. Sadly, I do not.”
”Nor do I,” Hoffman admitted. ”Come in and sit down, gentlemen. There will be coffee and small treats available in a moment. We have to plan.
And do it quickly.”
Just before Cecil shut his office down for the day, Ben walked in and checked on what was happening in Texas. His Rebels were steadily gaining ground. Buddy and the bikers and Mexican guerrillas had trucked in some mortars, and had moved in close and were keeping Hoffman's Eighth under a ruthless and steady barrage. Buddy predicted the Eighth was near total collapse and would surrender within the week.
Units from above the Thirty-sixth parallel had moved south and now had a large contingent of Hoffman's troops trapped between Ike's units and their own.
”Down to days now, Ben,” Cecil said. ”That's Ike's a.s.sessment. We sure as h.e.l.l overestimated the staying power of the Blacks.h.i.+rts.”
”General Jahn's surrender knocked the blocks out from under them,” Ben replied. ”Never in their wildest dreams did they ever envision Jahn surrendering more than half of his division.”
”If the Eighth does surrender, what in the world are we going to do with them?”
”I'm readying s.h.i.+ps for that now. We'll send them right back to South America.”
”The people down there that the Blacks.h.i.+rts enslaved 244and tortured will surely kill a lot of them once they land,” Cecil pointed out.
”I'm counting on that,” Ben replied.
Cecil shrugged. ”When are you pulling out?”
”First thing in the morning. I'm taking main battle tanks and Dusters and some towed artillery. We'll clear the first decent airport we find close enough in first thing. I want to make peace with Moi and Wink. And I'm going to try. But I'm not going to jack around with either faction for very long, Cecil.”
”Good,” his friend replied.
An aide came in and said, ”This just in, sir.” He held up a sheet of paper.
”Read it, Frank,” Cecil asked.
”Field Marshal Jesus Hoffman has ordered all troops to fight to the death. Anyone who surrenders will be branded a traitor and shot on sight.”
”Thanks, Frank. What do you think about it, Ben?”
Ben shook his head. ”It won't work. Hoffman has nothing except Brodermann and a few other battalions of die-hard SS troops to back up that threat. They'll be out of supplies in a week or so. And hungry soldiers don't fight well.”
”You're really that confident, Ben?”