“Since we’re agreed on the evacuation,” Goose said, “all we need is a time frame.”
“Part of that will depend on how soon you can get those men ready to go.” Remington returned to the screen that showed Goose’s point of view.
“We need transportation.”
Remington touched the monitor in front of him, loving the power that knowledge gave him. The touch-screen programming that came with the satellite feeds made shifting between perspectives a breeze. Maybe the generals at the Pentagon would give him a hard time about his decision to take the help Nicolae Carpathia had so freely offered, but Remington felt that, in the end, no blame would be laid at his doorstep. Linking with Carpathia had been the thing to do, for just the reasons the Romanian president had gone into.
The monitor cleared in a heartbeat. A long line of military trucks raced along a winding mountain road. The view from the satellite peered down at the countryside. With the magnification available in Carpathia’s satellites, Remington could have isolated each truck and shifted over to infrared to discover how many men rode inside.
“Transportation is on the way, Goose,” the Ranger captain said. “You’ll have it in about five hours. I’ve got a convoy of trucks aimed in your direction from Diyarbakir.”
The distance from the convoy’s origination point outside Diyarbakir and the border was 223 miles of treacherous road. The Marine wing from Wasp had traveled a little more than that, but the aircraft had been able to fly in a straight line at an average of 150 miles an hour. The land-based support had to travel through treacherous mountain roads further hampered by occasional damage from SCUDs. The five hours Remington quoted to his first sergeant was only if nothing untoward happened during the jump.
“You’re stripping the secondary unit, sir,” Goose said.
The secondary unit of Rangers in Diyarbakir had been primarily support and supply staff. But they were a fighting unit with heavy field artillery as well, capable of becoming part of a pincer movement should the need arise.
“Superficially,” Remington agreed, “the convoy might look like that, but that unit is primarily designated for emergency relief. There is a lot of cargo space aboard those vehicles to help with your wounded.”
“What about our dead?”
Remington cursed in his mind, but not one word escaped his lips. He knew the evacuation would come down to this. A Ranger was trained never to leave a comrade behind, not even a dead one. And the fallback op from the border was going to require more than that from them.
On the move again, Remington walked back to the computer monitor linked to Goose’s helmet cam. “We can’t take them, Goose.”
“Captain, l didn’t lead those men here to leave them-“
“You didn’t lead them here to watch them die either, First Sergeant Gander.” Remington made his voice hard. “Did you?”
The view from Goose’s helmet cam lifted briefly to the sky. Traces of smoke still hung in the air. Remington didn’t know what answer Goose hoped to find there. Goose still clung to the idea that some higher power actually watched over the world and made decisions about who lived or died. Remington knew that decision rested solely within the individual. A strong man outlived a weak one. A warrior outlived a pacifist. In Remington’s book, life’s rules were simple. No higher power influenced his life or his rules.
“No, sir,” Goose replied. “I didn’t lead them here for that.”
“We didn’t lead them here for that, Goose.” Remington made his voice gentle again. The commands came naturally. “We cut our losses. We save who we can. We let the others go.” He paused, knowing he had to choose his words carefully. “Those we leave behind, Goose, we remember. If we can, we’ll return for them and take them back to their families.”
“Yes, sir.”
Returning for the dead was one of the last things Remington wanted to do. Images of other ops where men had been lost came sharply to mind. Corpses left too long in the sun bloated, became breeding grounds for flies, and turned horrific. A company that had to retrieve its own dead days after the battle, as would likely be the case in this present engagement, suffered mental and emotional damage from that mission that hampered them on the battlefield. If possible, Remington intended to see that someone else was called in for that duty, but at the moment there weren’t any possibilities at hand. The mystery vanishings had left everyone strapped for men.
Except the Syrians.
More news about the worldwide event poured into Remington’s sat feeds from around the globe. So far, his impression was that Africa and South America had been hardest hit, with Europe next in line, and the Middle and Far East hardly touched. And Remington knew that the full depth of the losses weren’t known yet. In some places in the United States, the equivalent of whole towns had vanished. Preliminary reports indicated that China might have lost ten million, but that was merely a drop in the bucket in the population of that vast country. Russia was also lightly touched, at least comparatively.
But despite their seemingly minimal losses, Russia was mobilizing her armies, air force, and navy. That news had filtered down through the command net. What shape those troop movements would eventually take remained to be seen, but the Pentagon was definitely worried. The United States had never been more vulnerable to an attack.
Remington didn’t mention any of that to Goose. At present, the first sergeant believed the vanishings to be localized, either the effect of some weapon of mass destruction that the U.S. military hadn’t known about or an unnatural phenomenon. Once the news broke that the vanishings had occurred around the world, the Ranger captain knew the battered remnants of the 75th Rangers would lose some of their belief that they would make it out of their present situation alive.
And belief, Remington knew, was necessary in command. Not the kind of faith Goose sometimes talked about that existed between a man and God, but the faith a soldier had in his own abilities and in the orders of his superior officers.
Without a strong command structure, an army was a riot and uncontrolled chaos waiting to happen.
Goose’s view returned to the stricken battlefield. He was in motion again, which Remington knew from experience was good. Goose thought best on his feet when he had an objective to accomplish. And Remington intended to keep his first sergeant busy during the long, hard hours it would take to get the retreat organized.
“At first blush,” Remington said, “the arriving convoy is going to look like reinforcements.”
“What about Syrian intelligence?” Goose asked.
Remington knew Goose referred to the satellites the Russians had allowed the Syrians to use. Since the devastating losses Russia had suffered fourteen months ago during the unprovoked attack on Israel, Russia had sought to rebuild her strength through allies in the Middle East and the Eastern bloc.
The creation of Israel in 1948 had fed the Cold War between the superpowers that had intensified after the Second World War. With the United States backing Israel, Russia had invested heavily in other Middle Eastern countries to offset the edge that the American military had gained in the area. Since Chaim Rosenzweig’s formula had elevated his nation’s fortunes, Russia had fed the jealousy of the other Middle Eastern nations, gaining many allies that still smarted over past defeats at the hands of the Israelis.
Realizing the Eastern bloc might also be a source of Russian strength, Remington remembered that Romania was part of that sector. The Kremlin’s top people would certainly court new president Nicolae Carpathia.
Maybe he already has been courted. The thought was disconcerting to Remington, but as quickly as it had come, the possibility faded from his mind. Even from only the quick conversation he’d had with Carpathia, the Ranger captain had the distinct impression that the Romanian president was very much his own man and would honor any agreement he gave his word to.
The feeling was unusual for Remington. Generally he distrusted most people and often found himself prepared to believe the worst of them. Carpathia, though, was very different. He’d known that even before the Romanian president had lent him the use of the satellites.
“Syrian intelligence has been severely limited,” Remington said, addressing Goose’s question. “The NSA arranged for key Russian satellites over the border to experience difficulties within minutes of the attack. Syrian military is as blind and deaf as we were. They have no idea how many losses we’ve actually incurred.”
Unless Carpathia gave them access to satellite feeds, as well as Remington. The thought was natural to Remington given the circumstances, but he quickly dismissed the possibility. Carpathia could find a major ally in the United States, and he would be owed big-time after the assist along the TurkishSyrian border.
Remington turned his attention once more to his men.
“All we’ve got to do is keep up a strong front along the border until nightfall roughly eight hours from now,” Remington said. “You can do that, Goose.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Keep patrols moving along the border. If the Syrians want more intel, make them pay for it. They’ll have to send in men and machines. When they do, take them out. Hold the center, Goose.”
“They’ll have another wave of SCUDs ready soon.”
“Dig in. Tighter than ticks on a hound. As long as they’re throwing SCUDs at your men, they can’t put an infantry offensive through there. The Turkish military in Diyarbakir are amped up with a supply of Patriot missiles brought in by the United States military machine. Most of those SCUDs will never make it across the border. And when those gun crews fire, they’re going to be targeted in turn. We’ve already got several emplacements marked.”
“Yes, sir.”
Goose’s camera view swept the ridgeline behind the border. Remington knew the first sergeant was thinking of the men he would lose when those attacks came.
“For now, Goose,” the Ranger captain said, “we hold what we’ve got. The biggest threat there is the Syrian infantry and cav units. Once they start across the border, we can’t hold them back.”
“I know, sir.”
“After the transport vehicles arrive, station them around as if you’re preparing to dig in. Get your wounded and your salvaged materials together. After full dark, start loading them aboard the trucks. I want the evacuation underway by 0200. For the moment, we’re going to pull back to Sanliurfa.”
“Affirmative,” Goose replied. “Can we hold Sanliurfa?”
“We don’t know yet. That depends on how much the Syrians are willing to invest in this op.”
Goose’s helmet cam raked the ravaged battlefield. Rangers stayed busy digging their dead and salvageable supplies from wrecks, craters, and piles of stone that had been heavily fortified staging areas.
“They’ve already invested heavily,” the sergeant said. “I don’t think they’ll back off now.”
“Neither do I.” Remington scanned the command post, taking in the monitors. “Captain Mark Falkirk is organizing a bare-bones support team aboard Wasp. They’re going to evac the wounded from Sanliurfa when the transport reaches the city, and they’re going to provide air cav to put down any potential Syrian air force units.”
“Tell Captain Falkirk that the 75th appreciates the help,” Goose said.
“I already have.” Remington could tell that Goose had more on his mind. “What are you thinking?”
Without hesitation, Goose said, “I want to stage the evac in two waves. The wounded and the materials go first. The trucks are slower than the RSOVs and APCs we’ve got. They can leave at 0200 but we won’t leave until 0400. We’ll cover their retreat.”
“That two-hour gap is dangerous, Sergeant.”
“Understood, sir,” Goose replied. “But the convoy carrying the wounded could break down. If it does, I don’t know that I could get the Ranger rifle companies to abandon those men.”
Remington knew that Goose was right. And even if he would be successful in ordering fighting men back to leave wounded comrades in the arms of their enemies, the Ranger captain knew that Goose wouldn’t be able to leave. After everything those men had experienced today, leaving men behind wasn’t going to fit into their acceptable parameters.
“It’s forty klicks to Sanliurfa,” Goose went on. “If the convoy makes good time, they can reach the city in an hour. That will give them an hour to load the wounded and get the city defenses reinforced before we leave our posts.”
“Done,” Remington said. “But with you leaving that late, you’re going to be hard-pressed to outrun the dawn. Once the sun is up, the Syrians will be better able to see you.”
“I know that, sir,” Goose said. “I’ll talk to the company commanders, but I’m sure they’ll agree that the two-stage wave is more doable for them than a mass retreat.”
“Carry on, Goose. Let me know what I can do to help you.”
“A prayer, sir,” Goose said quietly. “Now and then when you have the time, a prayer.”
Remington broke the com connection. He had his own preparations to attend to. The command post personnel, including the satellite crew, would pull back after dark. Carpathia already had another crew waiting in Sanliurfa to keep the communications open so there would be no loss of intel.
“Captain Remington.” One of the corporals manning the computer terminals waved for the captain’s attention. “I’ve got an encrypted personal message from the Pentagon here, sir.”
Irritated, Remington approached the computer. He took his PDA from his pocket and set it in the dock attached to the PC. The machine flashed for a moment as the message was uploaded.
Remington figured the communique would be a slap on the wrist for accepting Carpathia’s help. That had to be coming. He queued the PDA and read the message, verifying the pass codes that identified the message as legitimate.
In terse sentences, the Joint Chiefs of Staff at the Pentagon had advised him that the military was currently moving to DEFCON 3, the defensive condition defined as Increase in force readiness above normal readiness.
The news let Remington know that the theater of action had grown much larger than Turkey, had now, in fact, stretched across the globe. For the Pentagon to declare DEFCON 3, the United States had to fear attack. The only candidates to garner that kind of attention were China and Russia.