Opening Moves

“The Americans have an operation they call ‘Paperclip’, which is channelling every German scientist who worked on the Nazi’s rocket programme into working for them! Nazi’s making rockets for the Americans! To what end I ask?”

More anguish poured forth from the military.

“Comrades, you must stay calm, as your leadership has stayed calm. There must be no action in anger or haste.”

Wise heads and hotheads alike nodded at those sensible words.

It was to a silent room that the punch line was delivered.

“After much consideration, it has been decided that the Motherland will not bow to these threats. We will retain each and every metre of soil we now hold and there will be no more negotiations, no more concessions. Our existing agreements with the Western Allies are dead.”

There were many hearty claps to honour that decision.

“Our leader,” he indicated Stalin with an expansive gesture, “Also knows the people and the party will not accept this treachery, and has planned for the day when we will oppose it and cast it aside.”

“In your hands you possess the plans by which the Motherland will overcome these travesties. The memory of all our comrades who gave their life’s blood will be honoured and our country will be properly rewarded for destroying the threat of Nazism forever.”

Bulganin held up his folder and moved it around so the title could be easily seen by every man. Once satisfied that all had read what he held he continued.

“Our leader’s little joke, for this is one fairytale that will come true for us, but will become a hurricane visited upon the capitalists and their lackeys.”

Even with the passion of the moment some laughs were still forced, for the older, wiser officers knew they were about to be immersed in another sea of blood and fire.

“Comrades, let us begin.”

1724 hrs Monday, 18th June 1945, The Kremlin, Moscow, USSR.

The meeting had commenced at approx 1103 hrs. By the time it finished at 1724 hrs, every question had been answered and the overall political plan was accepted. Actually, nearly every question, because one extremely important question had not even been raised, much to the surprise of every military man present.

No one dared to ask.

The military translation of the document into formal planning would take some time. Reorganising the Soviet Military Fronts into the new formations would take weeks by itself. The Marshall responsible for the largest Front in the west suggested eight months to prepare, whilst others felt it was possible in six.

Professionally, the Generals and Marshalls felt the political plan good and fully understood the reasoning behind it. The evidence of the Western Allies’ own provocations was damning.

It was the timing that caused the major problem. So much to organise. A logistical nightmare that only time could assuage, or so their collective experience told them.

Stalin had said nothing, allowing his Deputy to field all the questions, with additional clarifications sought from Beria and, on two occasions, Colonel General Pekunin of the GRU.

Until the question of preparation was discussed. As possible timescales were being thrown out by the Marshalls, Stalin slowly rose from his chair and slowly walked round to stand in front of the table, adjacent to his deputy. That was unusual and during his short journey the voices trailed away until there was only silence and the sound of his footsteps.

The room held its collective breath.

Stalin looked directly at the Marshall who had advised the longest preparation period. “Comrade Marshall, eight months is preposterous. Six months”, he pointed directly at another senior man who had first touted this time scale, “is wholly unacceptable.” There was no argument. They now knew that Stalin has his own fixed agenda.

“The moment to strike is now” he punched his fist into his hand in emphasis, “And the more we delay, the better prepared the Western Allies will be.”

He held up his file. All eyes were drawn to it.

“You have read and discussed the contents. Comrades Beria, Bulganin, and Pekunin have answered the specifics of your enquiries and you have accepted their reasoning and information. The maskirova is already in place and working, and even as we speak, we move forces eastwards in line with our agreements with the capitalists, armies which can be diverted, following the plan cited in the section covering the involvement of the Japanese.”

“We have all we need and the time is right.”

Stalin turned and walked back round to his seat, tossing his folder noisily onto the table.

“This is no fairytale Comrades; this is reality.”

He took his chair by the back and pulled it out.

“I will expect detailed plans ready for presentation and approval when this group next convenes on 2nd July, with a view to executing the attack at the earliest favourable moment after that”, and sat down and lit his pipe, appearing about as unconcerned as if he had just ordered a dinner rather than instant Armageddon.