1941, Tuesday 10 June;
Nearly 11pm now, he’d been keying for over twenty minutes, following the script. Just a couple of them in a small room, sunken deep inside the building with no windows, most of the others had gone. He wasn’t privy to the message, which had been encoded, but the fact they’d been at it this long told him this was important. Once he was finished, the script would be taken from him, and he’d be reminded of the need for secrecy.
Four floors above him, in a nicely furnished room, blackout curtains pulled, a table lamp on and a half-drunk bottle of scotch beside him, sat Ivan Maisky, the Soviet Ambassador to the United Kingdom, very aware of the message. With him was the Military Attaché, who’d help him code the message. Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden had met with Maisky earlier that day, and handed over a document, an order of battle for the entire German Army camped on the Soviet borders, and the warning of an imminent attack.
Both were mulling over alternative responses to what Moscow might say. The information was so important, it had to be sent, but what if it was a lie, would they be deemed complicit in its giving, or could “just doing my job” be enough to exonerate them. And on the other hand, what if they were right, how did that go. If Stalin believed them and it happened, then great, but what if he didn’t act, having knowledge of Stalin’s failure could be very career threatening to say the least. Up to now the messages they had passed on had gone with no comment, but the detail of this was just frightening.
However, why would the Germans want to attack Russia now, the war with the British was far from finished, indeed they’d only recently sent troops to North Africa, while the war at see raged on, only two weeks ago the British had sunk the Bismarck, following the lost of their own beloved Hood. And indeed, the amounts of raw materials Nazi Germany were receiving from the USSR was staggering. In the first 12 months of their commercial agreement Germany had received 1,600,000 tons of grain, 900,000 tons of oil, 500,000 tons of iron ore, 300,000 tons of scrap metal and pig iron, 200,000 tons of cotton, 200,000 tons of phosphates, 140,000 tons of manganese, along with significant amounts of chrome ore, rubber, soybeans and platinum, and that tonnage was growing, why lose all that?
Whereas the British, oh how they would love to have Germany and Russia at each other’s throats. What better way to save their own skin, and Churchill, that old dog had been trying to destroy the Soviet Union ever since its inception, a bigger communist hater there wasn’t. Maisky drank the half glass, and then pour another three fingers for himself, before passing over the bottle. It was one of a case he’d been given, and he fully intended to do real damage to that number tonight.