Read Opening Moves (The Red Gambit Series) Online
Authors: Colin Gee
| Type XXI submarine | The most technologically advanced submarine of the era, produced in small numbers by the Germans and unable to affect the outcome of the war. |
| Typhoon | RAF's most successful single seater ground attack aircraft of World War Two, which could carry anything from bombs through to rockets. |
| USAAF Ushanka | United States Army Air Force. Fur hat with adjustable sides. |
| Venona Project | Joint US-UK operation to analyse Soviet message traffic |
| Vichy | Name of the collaborationist government of defeated France. |
| Vitruvian man | Da Vinci's sketch of a man with legs and arms splayed. |
| Wacht am Rhein Waffen-SS | Literally, 'Watch on the Rhine', a codename used to mask the real purpose of the German build-up that became the Ardennes Offensive in December 1944. There will always be much debate over these troops. Ideologically driven, politically inspired, pathological killers with an unshakable faith in the superiority of the Aryan race or highly motivated troops with an incredible ‘esprit de corps’? Whatever your point of view, the military achievements of the SS Soldiers were without parallel in WW2. That others wore the same uniform as they tended the camps and satisfied the despicable agendas of the Nazi party has, in many ways, tarnished the Waffen-SS. None the less, they have their own crimes to pay for, as do all who wore a uniform in WW2, for no side came away with clean hands. |
| Walther P38 | German 9mm semi-automatic pistol with an eight round magazine. |
| Wehrmacht | The German Army |
| Yakolev-9 | Soviet single-seater fighter aircraft that was highly respected by the Luftwaffe. |
| Zilant | Legendary creature in Russian folklore somewhat like a dragon |
| ZIS3 | 76.2mm anti-tank gun in Soviet use. |
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Colin Gee was born on 18th May 1957 in Haslar Naval Hospital, Gosport, UK, spending the first two years of his life at the naval base in Malta.
His parents divorced when he was approaching three years of age and he went to live with his grandparents in Berkshire, who brought him up.
On 9th June 1975 he joined the Fire Service and after a colourful career retired on 19th May 2007, having achieved the rank of Sub-Officer, Watch Commander, or to be politically correct for the ego-tripping harridans in HR, Watch Manager 'A'.
After thirty-two years in the Fire Service reality suddenly hit and Colin found himself in need of a proper job!
As of today, Colin is permanently employed doing night shifts for NHS Out of Hours service.
At this moment in time Colin has a wife, two daughters, one step-daughter, two step-sons and a grandson called Lucas who is an avid Manchester United fan, although at the age of one he doesnt know it yet.
A tank of fish, two turtles, four cats and a rat masquerading as a dog complete the home ensemble.
He has been a wargamer for most of his life, hence the future plans for a Red Gambit wargaming series.
In 1992 Colin joined the magistracy, having wandered in from the street to ask how someone becomes a beak. He served until 2005. The experience taught him the true difference between justice and the law, the former being what he would have preferred to administer.
Red Gambit was researched initially over ten years ago but work and life changes prevented it from blossoming.
Now it has become five books instead of one, as more research is done and more lines of writing open themselves up.
Colin writes for the pleasure it brings him and hopefully the reader. The books are not intended to be modern day 'Wuthering Heights' or 'War and Peace'. They contain a story which Colin thinks is worth the telling and to which task he set his inexperienced hand. The biographies are part of the whole experience that he hopes to bring the reader.
Enjoy them all and thank you for reading.
Read the first chapter of ‘Stalemate’ now.
Artillery is the god of war.
Iosef Stalin
0255 hrs Monday, 13th August 1945, Europe.
Whilst not as big a bird as the Lancaster, or as potent a weapon in general, the Handley Page Halifax Bomber had seen its fair share of action and success up to May 1945.
NA-R was one of the newest Mark VII’s, in service with the Royal Canadian Air Force’s 426 Squadron, presently flying out of a base at Linton on Ouse, England.
Tonight the mission was to accompany two hundred and forty-one other aircraft and their crews to area bomb woods to the south-east of Gardelegen.
The Halifax crew were relatively inexperienced, having completed only two operations before the German War ended, added to four in the new one.
The night sky was dark, very dark, the only light provided by the glowing instrument panel or the navigators small lamp.
Until 0300 arrived, at which time night became day as beneath the bomber stream thousands of crews operated their weapons at the set time. Across a five hundred mile front Soviet artillery officers screamed their orders and instantly the air was filled with metal.
From their lofty perches, the Canadian flyers witnessed the delivery and arrival of tons of high explosive, all in total silence save for the drone of their own Bristol Hercules engines.
They watched, eyes drawn to the spectacle, as the Russian guns fired salvo after salvo.
Their inexperience was the death of them, as it was for the crew of K-Kilo, a Lancaster from 626 Squadron RAF.
Both crews, so intent on the Soviet display, drifted closer until the mid-upper gunner in UM-K screamed in shock and fear as a riveted fuselage dropped gently down towards him. The Halifax crew were oblivious to their peril, the Lancaster crew resigned to it as contact was made with the tail plane and rudders, the belly of the Halifax bending and splitting the control surfaces.
The Lancaster bucked slightly, pushing the port fin further up into the Halifax where the ruined end caught fast, partly held by a bent stay and partially by control wires caught on debris.
The Halifax pilot, a petrified twenty-one year old Pilot Officer, eased up on his stick, dragging the Lancaster into a nose down attitude and ruining its aerodynamic efficiency. The young pilot then decided to try and move left, and at the same time the Lancaster pilot lost control of his aircraft, the nose suddenly rising and causing the port inner propeller to smash into the nose of the Handley Page aircraft.
Fragments of perspex and sharp metal deluged the pilot, blinding him. His inability to see caused more coming together and the tail plane of the Avro broke away, remaining embedded in the belly of the Halifax.
Both aircraft stalled and started to tumble from the sky. Inside the wrecked craft aircrew struggled to escape, G forces building and condemning most to ride their charges into the ground.
Halifax NA-R hit the ground first, with all but two of its crew aboard. Fire licked greedily at one of the NA-R crew’s parachutes, taking hold and leaving only one man to witness his comrade’s fate, plunging earthwards, riding a silken candle into the German soil.
The explosion resulting from NA-R’s demise illuminated the area enough for many Russian soldiers to watch fascinated as the ruined Lancaster smashed into the ground some five hundred yards north, four parachutes easily discernable in the bright orange glow which bathed the area.
The Bomber stream tore the Gardelegen Woods to pieces, destroying acres of trees and occasionally being rewarded with a secondary explosion. Seventeen more bombers were lost but they reported success and the obliteration of the target.
Unfortunately for them, or more importantly the British and Canadian units in the line at Hannover, the units of 6th Guards Tank Army which had occupied hidden positions in the target area had moved as soon as night had descended.
Apart from a handful of supply trucks and lame duck vehicles, nothing of consequence had been destroyed.
At Ceske Kubice the results were far better, with the Soviet 4th Guards Tank Corps and 7th Guards Cavalry Corps still laagering hidden and believing themselves safe.
Lancaster’s and Mosquitoes bathed the area in bombs, destroying tanks, horses and men in equal measure. It was an awful blood-letting and the survivors were in no mood to take prisoners when the New Zealand crew of a stricken Lancaster parachuted down nearby. Vengeful cavalry sabres flashed in the firelight, continuing on when life was long since extinct and the victims no longer resembled men.
On the ground the results on the Allied units were quite devastating as the Soviet Armies resorted to their normal tactic of concentrating their attacks on specific points.
Whole battalions were swept away in an avalanche of shells and rockets.
On each of the five chosen focal points breakthrough was achieved swiftly, the leading Soviet units passing through a desolate landscape tainted by the detritus of what a few minutes beforehand had been human beings and the weapons they served.
Occasionally a group of shell-shocked troops rallied and fought back, but in the main only the odd desultory shot greeted the advancing Red Army.
The reports of advances were immediately sent back and within twenty minutes Zhukov knew he had all five breakthroughs ready to exploit, and ordered the operations to go ahead as planned.
Ten minutes after Zhukov’s orders had gone out, a bleary eyed Eisenhower, woken from his much needed sleep to swiftly throw on his previous day’s shirt and trousers, learned that he no longer had an intact front line and that a disaster was in the making.
Swift conversations with his Army Commanders took place, each man in turn receiving a simple order.
“Reform your line General, reform your line.”
Each was different, for McCreery had problems contrasting those of Bradley, who had worse problems than Devers et al.
Eisenhower felt like Old Mother Hubbard. He already knew that he had probably just lost the best part of three divisions of good fighting troops and he sought replacements.
The cupboard was all but bare.
Some units were coming ashore in France, some in England. A few were already moving forward to their staging areas near the Rhine, ready for operational deployment.