Chieftains

The West German government claimed to be committed to the policy of not losing even a single foot of land to the East. How far then would they permit an enemy to penetrate before the use of the nuclear mines was considered necessary…and who would make the decision? Was the critical depth of penetration a matter of centimeters, or beyond some planner's line drawn from Hamburg in the north, to Hannover, Kassel, Nürnburg in the south? Perhaps there was no such line! The mines might simply have been seeded at vital strategic points, and would be detonated if it appeared the enemy advance could no longer be resisted by conventional warfare. He was certain of only one thing…the weapons existed!

These unpleasant thoughts were disturbed by the radio operator. 'Division Headquarters, sir.'

He took a headset. 'Hello, this is Sunray, over.'

'This is Nine, Sunray. First chukka imminent. Troop movement sector Marigold. Full Red Alert. Over.'

'Sunray Wilco. Over.'

'Nine. Good luck, Sunray. Out.'

'Good luck!'. Studley repeated the HQ benediction automatically, and handed the headset back to the operator. First chukka imminent! Why in God's name did everyone assume all cavalry officers played polo? Chukka was a code word but it still meant that someone, somewhere, had thought it appropriate. Studley didn't approve of the British habit of using sporting analogies in war; war was too serious to be likened to a game even by a figure of speech. 'Philip…' He caught the attention of his adjutant.

The adjutant looked up from the code lists he had been examining. 'Sir.'

'Order the group to stand-by, and tell them I want full radio silence on the UHF nets. Remind the squadron leaders I don't want the men using energy-emitting equipment for the moment.' Soviet locators would undoubtedly be pinpointing any source of energy as possible targets for their artillery.

'Yes, sir.'

'And when you've done that, I'd like the command vehicle moved to the derelict barn at Primrose. Ask the sergeant major to see to the new command platoon positions, and then get someone to do a stag for you…you haven't slept for over twenty hours. Try to get some rest while you have a chance.'

The adjutant nodded. 'Thank you, sir.'

'So it's on, James.' Max Fairly, the second in command had been listening, and Studley found the familiarity of being addressed by his first name unexpectedly reassuring. Max was a close friend, an efficient but easygoing man whom Studley liked, and perhaps more important, trusted. Max was a little more heavily fleshed than when they had first met some years before, but he still kept himself fit with daily games of squash. He was forty-three years old, just a year younger than James Studley, and Studley knew Max, his wife Jane, and their son, well enough to feel he was part of their family – if only in the case of the boy, as a kind of well-liked adopted uncle. Unmarried himself, he had taught Max's son how to shoot and fish, and now the boy had become a grown man; they had spent a leave together only a month previously on one of the best trout beats of the Hampshire Itchen. Memories of the week had saddened Studley during the past hours. He had encouraged Max's son to choose a military career, and he was now a subaltern in a detachment of the Devon and Dorsets, trapped in West Berlin since the city had been sealed by East German forces two days previously.

'It sounds like it, Max. If anything is going to happen today, then it will probably begin in the next few minutes. HQ have reported movement in our sector.'

'I suppose we should thank God for ground radar and electronic sensors. At least we get some warning.' The activity within the command Sultans had increased as the men prepared to move. Fairly lowered his voice and stepped closer to Studley. 'You know, I never expected this to happen…a war.' He made a wry, half-amused smile. 'Playing soldiers for real, Jane would say.' He was watching Studley's face. 'Don't worry, James, I'm not going to hide under the bed with my hands over my ears! I just can't believe what's happening that's all. We talk about civilization, and then somehow,allow this to develop.'