Part 35 (2/2)
”This is Legate Carrera. Duce Duce Parilla has been wounded but is expected to live. I am in command. On Hill 1647 we have found that the enemy has murdered five of our men. I am, therefore, and in accordance with the laws of war, ordering that no prisoners will be taken on Hill 1647. All are to be killed in a legitimate reprisal. Parilla has been wounded but is expected to live. I am in command. On Hill 1647 we have found that the enemy has murdered five of our men. I am, therefore, and in accordance with the laws of war, ordering that no prisoners will be taken on Hill 1647. All are to be killed in a legitimate reprisal.
”Let me be clear about this. The normal rules of war remain in effect everywhere but but Hill 1647. Enemy who clearly indicate they wish to surrender elsewhere will be taken prisoner and will be well treated. This reprisal Hill 1647. Enemy who clearly indicate they wish to surrender elsewhere will be taken prisoner and will be well treated. This reprisal only only effects the enemy on Hill 1647. All parties, acknowledge.” effects the enemy on Hill 1647. All parties, acknowledge.”
Ali al Tikriti's Bunker, Hill 1647, 0849 hours, 13/2/461 AC Ali clearly heard the screams leaking in from men hiding all around him. He heard some of them begging for their lives as they were shot down on the spot. He looked around frantically for something white to wave. Finding nothing, he stripped off his uniform trousers and removed his underpants. He hardly noticed that the white briefs were stained where he had shat himself. He took the briefs and tied them to his riding crop. Then he dragged the boy, still hiding under the bed, out and forced the crop into his hands.
”Wave this,” Ali said, as he pushed the poor child out of the bunker. The boy flew back, b.l.o.o.d.y and ruined, when an enemy machine gun opened up on him. Aghast, Ali retreated back into his bunker, whimpering.
A small dark object flew in. Ali ducked behind his field desk which he frantically turned over for cover from the expected blast. The explosion, when it came, burst both the Sumeri's eardrums.
Maybe they'll think everyone in here is dead now. Maybe...
Ali's thoughts were cut short as a stream of liquid fire bounced off one wall by the bunker's dog-legged entrance. The fire splashed into the well-appointed room. Before it managed to burn up all the oxygen and suffocate him, Ali felt the flaming stuff touch upon and begin to eat away at his skin.
From outside the bunker, the engineer manning the flamethrower heard a satisfying scream. Grimly smiling, the engineer said, ”Teach you how to treat prisoners, motherf.u.c.kers.”
Interlude
16 Rabi I, 1497 Anno Hejirae, Nairiyah, Saudi Arabia (15 Mar 2074) Times were hard for the Faithful. For a while, for many years, it had seemed they would take Europe by default. And yet the perfidious Euros had found their b.a.l.l.s in the end, returned to their roots, and ghettoized or deported the Muslims among them. America had been more generous, in its way. It welcomed Muslims, in considerable numbers. Yet it did so in the sure knowledge that its way of life was so seductive that few, if any, among them would remain true Muslims.
In their home, yes, even in Saudi Arabia, things were no better. The Saud Clan, fickle and faithless, had turned from their Salafist roots and concerned themselves ever more with sequestering the diminis.h.i.+ng oil wealth of the country for their own benefit. A large and ruthless secret police organization barely sufficed to keep a lid on things. Mosques were purged; holy men disappeared without a trace. All was black.
The vision came to Abdul ibn Faisal as a dream, yet it was a true dream. He knew it was. No dream had ever seemed so real and when the voice of the Almighty had called in it...
”Servant of the Beautiful One, Servant of the Beneficent, Servant of the Most Compa.s.sionate...” and on through all the ninety-nine names of Allah. These, though, Abdul knew for himself. Indeed, he could have recited the ninety-nine names in his sleep. For all those ninety-nine, it could still have been just a dream.
But when the mighty voice had thundered out the one-hundredth name? Then Then Abdul had known that this was not just any dream, but a sending from the Most High. Abdul had known that this was not just any dream, but a sending from the Most High.
The world around the dreaming Abdul was little beyond light and his own prostrate, quivering form. The great voice of Allah seemed to come from everywhere.
”The believers fear going to this new world, this Donya al Jedidah,” rumbled the great voice. ”They ask, ”Where shall we turn in prayers when al Makkah is not even on the same world? How shall we make the hajj, even once in a lifetime, when the vacuum between the worlds prevents it?” Go you forth unto the believers, Abdul ibn Faisal. Tell them that they are to take a single rock from the Kaaba, in al Makkah. This rock you shall know when you see it for I shall mark it for your eyes alone. And it shall be one of those set by Abraham, stone upon stone, as a shelter for Hagar and her son, Ishmael, the Father of the Arab People.”
”This stone shall be set in silver after it is taken. And you shall take it with you to al Donya al Jedidah al Donya al Jedidah where you shall build a new Kaaba. The believers, such as I shall have given the Grace to know they are chosen, shall follow you, some in one s.h.i.+p and others in others. There you shall settle, as Salafiyah, you and those who follow.” where you shall build a new Kaaba. The believers, such as I shall have given the Grace to know they are chosen, shall follow you, some in one s.h.i.+p and others in others. There you shall settle, as Salafiyah, you and those who follow.”
”I am the Maker of Universes. Obey me.”
Trembling still, Abdul awakened from his dream to find himself on his bed, on all fours, and with his head down low. His second wife lay sleeping beside him; so he saw when he looked up.
It seemed to him that the light by which he saw his wife ebbed very slowly.
Chapter Twenty.
By steeping himself in military history an officer will be able to guard himself against excessive humanitarian notions. It will teach him that certain severities are indispensable in war, that the only true humanity lies in the ruthless application of them.-Kriegsbrauch im Landkriege, 1902 Edition
Hill 1647, Topographical Crest, 0909 hours, 13/2/461 AC It was too cold by far for meat to rot. Even so, the air was thick with the stench of phosphorus, napalm, explosives, blood and s.h.i.+t from ruptured intestines. Smoke floated thickly on the breeze. To the north, the steady whop-whop-whop whop-whop-whop told of the helicopters returning from dropping off the bulk of the Cazador Cohort. Behind, the muted roar of scores of tanks and other armored vehicles droned. told of the helicopters returning from dropping off the bulk of the Cazador Cohort. Behind, the muted roar of scores of tanks and other armored vehicles droned.
There were bodies everywhere everywhere, enough so that Carrera wanted to puke. He couldn't, of course, not in front of the troops. That would come later. And with it would come, so he strongly suspected, a new set of nightmares to steal his sleep. So be it; so be it. What is necessary So be it; so be it. What is necessary is is necessary. But if I couldn't compartmentalize, I think I'd go mad. necessary. But if I couldn't compartmentalize, I think I'd go mad.
”The problem with a ma.s.sacre...” Reprisal, Reprisal, Carrera reminded himself, Carrera reminded himself, REPRISAL. REPRISAL. ”The problem with a reprisal is that it can take just as much out of the men as a battle.” ”The problem with a reprisal is that it can take just as much out of the men as a battle.”
”Sir?” Soult queried.
”Look around, Jamey,” and Carrera's hand swept over the hill to encompa.s.s hundred of listless, weary legionaries, many of them with horrified looks on their faces. ”These guys aren't happy about what they've done here, many of them. They'll be useless for at least a day.”
”Then why'd you order it, Boss? I'm not b.i.t.c.hing; I'm just curious.”
”Two reasons,” Carrera answered. ”One is that the boys were p.i.s.sed and were going to do it anyway, no matter what anyone said. If that had happened, discipline would have been shot permanently. Instead, by giving them the order order to do it, discipline is maintained. Thus, on some other occasion where maybe the enemy doesn't deserve this kind of butchery, we'll be able to hold the men in check because they to do it, discipline is maintained. Thus, on some other occasion where maybe the enemy doesn't deserve this kind of butchery, we'll be able to hold the men in check because they know know that if a reprisal had been warranted we would have ordered one.” that if a reprisal had been warranted we would have ordered one.”
”You said two reasons, Boss.”
”Yeah,” Carrera answered. ”The other reason is that the law requires it. I'll explain later. In the meantime, give me the radio.”
Soult handed the mike over. Carrera made a call to the commander of his mechanized cohort. Brown answered, ”Sancho Panzer speaking.”
Carrera pulled the mike away and looked at it quizzically for a moment. When he returned it to his ear and mouth he said, ”Sancho, my armor!”
”Where you want it, Boss?”
”The pa.s.s between the two fortresses. Legate Jimenez will be taking you, plus Third and Fourth Cohorts, plus the artillery and half the engineers forward. You lead. I'll join you later. Xavier, did you copy that?”
”Roger, Patricio,” Jimenez answered. ”Set up a defense or keep pus.h.i.+ng?”
”Relieve the Cazadors, then hold in place. I want to see about bringing up the rest. That, and one other thing.”
”I'll need more trucks,” Jimenez observed.
”You can have the helicopters for one lift. Trucks we are scrounging up.”
”Fair enough. Meet you there. Er...what about my prisoners?”
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