Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred Fifty-Eight
24th August 1961
Shenyang, Liaoning, China
There were times when Jonny just wanted to punch something.
First the mail had caught up with them and he had received a letter from Gloria that briefly described what had happened in Berlin. Then she had concluded with a line about how they needed to talk as soon as he got back from China. Jonny knew that was how a woman said that they were kicking you to the curb but would prefer to tell you to your face rather than do it in such an impersonal manner as a Dear John letter. As the others in the Squad put it, some girls liked to eat their food live after having it suffer for an extended period of time. So, Jonny had that to look forward to if he ever made it back to the States from this Far Eastern Hellhole. He had considered firing a letter right back at Gloria telling her not to bother but had never found the time because it all got overtaken by events that had absolutely nothing to do with them.
It was because the Goddamned morons in Beijing were trying to kick dirt in the face of the Government in Seoul again, and once again the Koreans were not backing down. When Jonny had gone with Parker into Beijing to get briefed on the current situation by some State Department flunky he had heard as much. It seemed that no one had learned the big lesson from the events of the previous year. Namely that the Chinese Army was in no state to fight a war and wouldn’t be for a long time, if ever. The Kuomintang have managed to make their domestic problems go away for a little while, that seemed to be their only take away from it. The thing was that the problems were not things that were going away. The people of China were collectively unhappy with the Authoritarian One-Party State that the KMT had maintained since they had stomped out the Chinese Communist Party decades earlier.
If there was a war, Jonny’s opinion was that the Chinese might win it the same way that they had beaten the Japanese, just by sheer weight of numbers. The difference was that the Koreans would be fighting on their own turf and they would not have been sitting still over the prior year. The Sino-Korean Frontier was probably festooned with barbed wire and landmines and every inch of land within range of Korean artillery batteries would have been surveyed. The Krauts were rumored to have sold heavy artillery to them, so anyone too close to the border was likely to get blasted to smithereens. Merely the opening act of the bloodbath that would follow. The kick to the head that came at the end of all of that was that the Chinese Government had said that they would be suitably grateful to the United States Government if Green Beret soldiers who were guests in their country found a way to bypass the Korean defenses.
It was all Jonny could do to hold his silence and not yell the obvious truth into the State Department flunky’s face. The frauds in Washington saw this as a way to score an easy victory on the international stage using as few resources of their own as possible. Just have the Chinese play the role of cannon fodder while the Koreans along with their allies get bled white trying to stop them. There were all kinds things wrong with that plan. If someone like Jonny could see that, then those idiots in Washington D.C. had no excuses.
Laupheim, Württemberg
“You look terrible” Zella said as she sat down next to Kiki as she had been shoveling food into her mouth without tasting it. There was a long hike through the countryside scheduled for the afternoon and Kiki had been warned about what might happen if she skipped a meal or had simply not consumed enough calories for the day. Fainting or collapsing would mean instant washout.
Kiki had just come from a nightmarish morning spent learning the finer points of swimming, treading water and conducting a water rescue. All done until she was so tired that she couldn’t see straight and having the stares of her fellow trainees to contend with. Up until they had started this latest round, they could pretend that they didn’t notice her being a girl considering that the clothes she was wearing were about as revealing as a brick wall. It wasn’t as if Kiki was particularly attractive. She had always been thin and the athleticism she had been required to embrace since she had joined the Medical Service had given her a rectangle body type that Klaus Voll had said was wonderful because it made her easy to dress. Still, when she was wearing the swimsuit that she had been issued one might have thought that she was wearing the skimpiest atom style swimsuit from the reaction she had gotten. It had made for a difficult morning. Having Zella show up was exactly what she needed right now.
Zella was a bit surprised when Kiki hugged her.
“I just wanted to see if you were well” Zella said as she pushed Kiki back.
“I’m better now that you are here” Kiki replied.
Zella looked a little annoyed by that comment.
“How did you get onto the airfield?” Kiki asked, “Isn’t it restricted?”
“Poppa made a few calls for me and he still has a lot of friends in the Luftwaffe” Zella replied, “Did you read my letter?”
It was Kiki’s turn to be annoyed. There were times when Zella could be incredibly pigheaded and myopic when it came to those she cared about. Her loyalty to Kiki and Aurora was endearing even if she caused a lot of problems because of it.
“Look, I can handle your Uncle Peter and Doctor Berg in my own way” Kiki replied, “You need to let me do it.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” Zella asked, “It should.”
“Generalstabsarzt Holz is due to retire before I’ll get a chance to even get back to University” Kiki said, “Berg will just continue doing what she has been doing. Keep things in perspective please.”
Kiki could tell that Zella wasn’t thrilled with that answer, but for now it would have to do.