Operation Righteous Sword - AKA, Europe's Desert Storm
Dec 16, 2020 19:13:42 GMT
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Post by James G on Dec 16, 2020 19:13:42 GMT
The boy lay shivering in the forest, clasping his rifle as they awaited the passing of the Russian munitions convoy. This would be the third such ambush, only tonight the sky was clear and cloudless, an ethereal crescent moon peering down through the treetops. This was bad news. The Russian Hinds and Havocs would be out in force, unburdened by the November fog and rain.
His rifle had started life in a factory in St. Petersburg; it’s previous owner as a Russian conscript. During the second month of the occupation, the Conscript had been lured into an alleyway by a member of their group. She’d given him a wink and a smile and then taken his hand as he stoog guard outside a Tallinn police station used as a local military headquarters. That was the first time the Boy had seen somebody die. He’d been waiting there with the Soldier – the retired soldier, more accurately – who had taken charge of the little band of Estonian guerrillas.
When the Conscript came into the alleyway, the Boy had lunged forwards to tackle him. The Soldier had cut his throat with a kitchen knife, and within minutes it was all over. The Guerillas had their first gun. They acquired a shotgun from the Farmer, who had eagerly joined the posse a few days later as they sheltered in his barn from roving patrols.
They’d cut the telephone lines to the police station next.
After that, they’d fired-bombed a patrol with Molotov cocktails, concealing themselves in a battle-scarred apartment block, launching their crude missiles, and running away. The next ambush had got them the weapons they really needed; a small, four-man squad patrolling a roadblock outside of Tallinn had been ambushed. The Soldier had killed two of them with the AK-74 liberated from the Conscript’s corpse, while the Farmer had nailed one with his shotgun. The third had been swarmed by the Boy, the Girl, and six others wielding baseball bats and kitchen knives. Two of them had died in the ambush, but their loss had been worth the gain; four AK-74s and a few hundred rounds of ammunition.
After that first ambush, they were real resistance fighters! Guerillas! Forest Brothers!
Ambushes and boody traps were sprung every few days before they’d melt back into the woods like their forefathers. Their numbers dropped as many were killed. The Girl, the Farmer, the Builder, two of the Teachers…their faces flashed across the boy’s mind as he struggled to recall their names. But equally, their numbers had swelled.
For the past two weeks, they’d been joined by the experts; American commandos, their famed Green Berets. The Americans – wearing helmets with night-vision goggles rather than their vaunted caps – had brought with them explosives, guns and ammunition, and most importantly, expertise.
This ambush was the culmination of three days of surveillance and planning. Cut the invaders’ supplies, was the mission, the Boy was told by the American Captain. The Captain, in his thirties with a beard that most soldiers would have found outrageous, had drilled the manouver into them. They’d practiced on that very road between Russian patrols. He’d felt like a stupid child, shouting bang as they trained in order to avoid wasting ammunition or alerting the Russians with gunfire.
He took a deep breath, watching as the air curled visibly through the night air like exhaled smoke.
The sound of a truck in the distance.
Nervous jittering.
Fingers sliding safety catches downwards.
A dull droning in the distance.
Birds fluttering away as searchlights disturbed them in the treetops.
Sickness in his stomach. Panic. Terror. Chaos.
Hinds.
Brave but it sounds ominously like this didn't end well for the group. Moscow is likely to stamp down very hard on any opposition as they did in 1940 and after 1945 and I fear a lot of the people most determined to maintain independence of the Baltic states are going to end up dead or disappeared. 
Every soldier in the rear guarding against insurgents is one less at the front though.