Part 39 (2/2)

Carrera looked around again, counting the Sumeri bodies in and around the trench. He noted the clackers laying inside it and the swath of bodies stretched out in two triangles in front of it. He nodded at the signifer who, by prearrangement ordered, ”Corporal Cruz, PFC Sanchez, Attention.” The signifer, the centurion, and the few legionaries standing nearby also went to attention.

”Orders will come along later,” Carrera explained, as he reached into the chest pocket of his battle dress. ”We'll make it formal then, too. For now, though, I see no reason to wait. Gentlemen, I am awarding you the Cruz de Coraje en Acero Cruz de Coraje en Acero. This is the first step in the six steps of honor the legion has inst.i.tuted to recognize and reward bravery. You two are only the fourth and fifth such awards we have made since coming here though I rather doubt you will be the last.” Carrera hung a medal, a simple cross on a ribbon, around the neck of Cruz. He then did the same to Sanchez.

”This medal is, as I said, only the first step. You will wear it today, as this is the day I awarded it to you. You will also wear it on the day we make it formal, read official orders over you bless you, so to speak and present them in front of the legion. On other days you will not wear it, until you earn the next step, the Cross of Valor in Bronze.” Carrera smiled slightly. ”If you like how they feel on this day and that future day, you will just have to be mindlessly brave one more time.”

Clapping both men on the shoulders and shaking their hands, Carrera turned and walked away.

Cruz didn't think too much of the award. Still, he thought, I'm a I'm a corporal corporal? Really? d.a.m.n.

Sada's Command Bunker, 33/2/461 AC ”What was the butcher's bill, Qabaash?”

”Amid, we sent out ninety-seven men, nearly a full company. Only forty-three returned.”

”A bitter price,” Sada said. ”Bitter but necessary.”

Sada looked at Qabaash. ”You don't understand why it was necessary, do you?”

Qabaash raised his chin and shook his head. Being mostly out of the action was hard on him and very depressing. ”No, Amid Amid, I don't. I wish I did.”

Patiently, Sada explained, ”What's it worth paying to make sure the enemy doesn't sleep well at night, Qabaash? What price should we pay to make sure that he spends more of his effort watching out for a surprise attack than preparing to attack us here? You're a fine fighter, Major. You have to learn to be a thinker as well.”

Command Post, Legio del Cid, 35/2/461 AC ”Well, it's not like I didn't try try to accommodate them,” Carrera said, watching the ma.s.s of aircraft overhead and on the other side of the river. The aircraft, a mix of C-31 and C-41 medium and heavy lift, were disgorging the better part of the 731 to accommodate them,” Carrera said, watching the ma.s.s of aircraft overhead and on the other side of the river. The aircraft, a mix of C-31 and C-41 medium and heavy lift, were disgorging the better part of the 731st Airborne Brigade, Federated States Army. The air was thick with parachutes. Airborne Brigade, Federated States Army. The air was thick with parachutes.

”You robbed t'em, t'ey t'ink,” answered McNamara. ”T'ree times t'ey planned a drop, t'ree times we overran and pa.s.sed by t'e drop zone before t'ey could execute. An', Boss, you know as well as I do t'at planning a drop takes time time and effort. So, yeah, t'ey're p.i.s.sed at you. T'at's why t'ey stopped letting their forward support battalion help us, to slow us down so t'ey and effort. So, yeah, t'ey're p.i.s.sed at you. T'at's why t'ey stopped letting their forward support battalion help us, to slow us down so t'ey could could make a jump....a ”combat” jump.” make a jump....a ”combat” jump.”

”Interesting application of decision cycle theory, anyway, Sergeant Major. First time I've heard or read of an occasion where a military organization is outmaneuvered by its friends friends because its friends just decide faster and move faster than the organization is capable of.” because its friends just decide faster and move faster than the organization is capable of.”

McNamara shrugged. Fancy theories were fine, to him, provided they didn't interfere with the actual fighting.

”Anyway, we've got a problem or, rather, several. I've got a tacit agreement with the Sumeris on the rules for this fight. The 731st is not a part of that agreement. I know their commander, and he's a d.i.c.khead. Jeff Lamprey, ever heard of him?” is not a part of that agreement. I know their commander, and he's a d.i.c.khead. Jeff Lamprey, ever heard of him?”

McNamara scratched a cheek, idly. ”Name only,” he answered.

”Stuffed-s.h.i.+rt, stick up his a.s.s, prig,” Carrera said, disdainfully. ”Tall, handsome, manly...who happens to be a stuffed-s.h.i.+rt, stick up his a.s.s prig. Not too manly, though, some say. I've been told, by people in a position to know, that when he was a captain commanding a company his wife beautiful girl, too, they say used to f.u.c.k his lieutenants. I don't think he ever quite recovered from that. That's one of the reasons I'm inclined to believe the story. He's the kind of guy who insists on saluting in the field and that troops should shave daily even when drinking water is short.”

”Now, technically,” Carrera continued, ”by the contract Campos signed with us, I outrank him. I know him though and he won't listen to that. Frankly, Sergeant Major, we loathe each other at a really deep, sincere and personal level. So we are faced with the prospect of two forces trying to take the same town at the same time, with essentially no chance that the two forces will or even can can cooperate. Hmmm...what to do, what to do?” cooperate. Hmmm...what to do, what to do?”

Carrera paused, obviously thinking hard. McNamara stayed quiet for the moment, worrying about what his boss was thinking. Then Carrera nodded to himself, turned around, and entered the CP.

”Fire support, have we got an armed Dodo overhead?”

”Yes, sir. Two of them, actually.”

”Good. Drop the bridge on the other side of town. Immediately.”

McNamara, listening, thought, Got to hand it to him. He cuts right to the heart of the problem and finds a solution. It might not be an Got to hand it to him. He cuts right to the heart of the problem and finds a solution. It might not be an elegant elegant solution. It might even p.i.s.s off everyone in the entire world. But he solution. It might even p.i.s.s off everyone in the entire world. But he does does come up with a solution, every time. Jesus, I see no f.u.c.king end of trouble out of this one. come up with a solution, every time. Jesus, I see no f.u.c.king end of trouble out of this one.

Lamprey and a picked group of paratroopers. .h.i.t, rolled and recovered. In an instant they had doffed their chutes, prepared their weapons, and were racing on foot to seize the one bridge over the river that led into the town.

The commander of the 731st Airborne saw a dark streak above the bridge. Even without knowing he was still pretty sure what it meant. Airborne saw a dark streak above the bridge. Even without knowing he was still pretty sure what it meant.

”Everybody, DOWN!” he shouted, while still seven or eight hundred meters away from his objective.

KABOOM!.

Lamprey looked up to see several concrete sections of the bridge flying up in what looked like an attempt to achieve low orbit.

”Come on, follow me,” Lamprey shouted, getting to his feet and resuming his race. He had gained perhaps another hundred meters when the bridge erupted again. Again Lamprey threw himself to the ground.

KABOOM!.

”That son of a b.i.t.c.h, undisciplined, insubordinate b.a.s.t.a.r.d b.a.s.t.a.r.d,” he muttered when he reached the bridge only to discover it really didn't exist anymore.

Sada's Command Post ”But, why why? I don't understand, I really don't don't understand, understand, why why they dropped the bridge, they dropped the bridge, Amid.” Amid.”

So far his enemy's actions had made a certain sense to Sada. He had to confess, though that this...

”Makes no sense to me either, Qabaash. So it must be a trick. Move Fourth Battalion from reserve to facing the river.”

”That's going to leave us stretched facing the other enemy,” Qabaash objected.

”I know. But I am guessing that they dropped the bridge precisely to lull us into thinking that no attack would be coming across the river. Thus, there almost certainly will will be an attack from across the river.” be an attack from across the river.”

Dodo Number Two, above Ninewa, 1/3/461 AC The load this time was five-hundred-pounders, twenty-four of them. Each of the other five birds in the mission carried a similar load, except for Number Four which carried five two-thousand pounders. Four was flying somewhere off to the left. Its bombs were programmed for several hardened targets, which did not not include Sada's command bunker, within the town. include Sada's command bunker, within the town.

The navigator who was doing double duty as the bombardier, to the extent the guided bombs even required a bombardier announced, ”Release in...five...four...three...”

Command Post, Legio del Cid Legio del Cid ”-two...one,” intoned Triste from where he stood between the bank of radios and the operational maps. There was a delay of about half a minute between his announcement of ”one” and the first rumblings of huge aerial bombs exploding in the city.

”It takes a while for the bombs to hit ground,” he explained, a little sheepishly, when Carrera turned an uplifted eyebrow towards him.

Carrera shrugged a few seconds one way or the other didn't really matter under the circ.u.mstances and returned his attention to the operational maps.

One of these, the largest scale one, Ridenhour was updating with the latest information from Thomas' headquarters, still ensconced in al Jahara. The Federated States had made rapid progress, despite the false start at the beginning of the campaign. Even now its armored columns closed on the capital of the Republic of Sumer, Babel. Whether they would lunge right into the town or wait to allow slower moving infantry to catch up and do the detailed clearing was a matter of some debate within the legion's own headquarters.

Ridenhour, himself, didn't know. He was reasonably sure that Thomas was still undecided. True, the Sumeri Army had mostly folded up whenever FSA troops had gotten close. But there had been exceptions, a few times and places where they'd fought like demons. This was usually the doing of some local commander. Let one or two of that sort be inside the capital with a good sized body of troops under his command and a bold lunge with armor into the town could turn into a disaster.

There's not a lot of difference it makes to us, Carrera thought, with a mental shrug. And it's not like I can affect it one way or the other. And it's not like I can affect it one way or the other.

He turned his attention away from the map which showed events he could do nothing about and towards the local map that detailed the actions of his own force. There, things appeared to be going pretty smoothly. Third and Fourth Cohorts were holding position. First, Second, Fifth and Sixth were either in or moving to their jump off positions south of the town.

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