Hello, gentlemen and welcome to Earth.....in the year 1973. The 1970s were a time of change, of upheaval, of conflicts, and detenté. Among said conflicts, was a military conflict in the Middle East called the Yom Kippur War. For those that have not paid attention in history class, I will mention a brief overview of the conflict in our timeline.
So, you all know the events of the Six Day War (assuming you were paying attention in history class), as the conflict where Israel spread beyond the borders it was supposed to have and took the Sinai Peninsula from Egypt. However, in 1973, in a Jewish holiday called "Yom Kippur", the Egyptians and Syrians decided it would be a great idea to kill off Israel in a surprise attack. On the 6th of October, that attack finally came and thus the Yom Kippur War began. Israel was, indeed, caught by surprise, but managed to reorganise and halt the Egyptian and Syrian advance. After basically spending weeks in a bloodbath of a war, the UN eventually brokered a ceasefire on the 22nd of October of 1973, which was violated on multiple occasions and between the 24th and 25th of October of 1973, one such violation almost triggered WWIII.
What happened in that particular moment was that Brezhnev threatened to intervene in the Middle East should the ceasefire break down, and the Americans threatened to do the same. The latter entered DEFCON 3 and the US Sixth Fleet almost faced the 5th Operational Squadron of the Soviet Navy. Now, the basis of this scenario is this:
"What if the ceasefire did collapse and how would the ensuing Third World War look like?" Well, this is one scenario (and as many have pointed out, a first for the site).
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Audio Log 1
October 26, 1973
Well, I guess this is my first audio log. How do I start? *sighs* Well, my name is Richard Milhous Nixon, and at the time this is recorded, I am the 37th and, likely, the final President of the United States. Well, by the time you are probably hearing me, what used to be the United States. If you are listening to these logs, there is a chance that I am dead and there is chance that civilisation as we know it is likely obliterated. I have to be honest with myself, I am not having the best of sleep. In fact, I haven't slept all night so far. Watergate was already a nightmare enough as is, and honestly, I feel I shouldn't have had given Henry full negotiation authority on my behalf. This is the first time I actually wanted to reveal more about myself, as I am not normally like this. But since he started World War III earlier today, I thought it would be something I could try to probably leave some knowledge behind for anyone that survives the coming nuclear firestorm.
I will start with some clarity as to how this got out of hand. So, a UN-brokered ceasefire was enacted about four days ago to bring an end to fighting in Israel. Turns out that pretty damn useless. Yesterday, the ceasefire was violated and the Soviets threatened to intervene, while Henry threatened to do the same on my behalf. We entered DEFCON 3, and the Sixth Fleet was mobilised. Turns out the commies didn't take it too kindly either, and Egypt was not in a mood to negotiate.
So, what was the specific incident? Well, how I can say this in the simplest of terms? Well, the fact of the matter is that after some ships from the 5th Operational Squadron ignored a warning shot, the Sixth Fleet opened fire. The commies then turned tail and run after spending all afternoon firing at each other. When I heard of the incident, I almost wanted to believe it wasn't true. Damn, Brezhnev is going to be furious by the time I wake up, assuming I even fall asleep in the first place. Damn you, Henry! Next time, I am doing the talking while I leave you and Gerald to do the PR.
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27th of October of 1973
Заметка от 27-го октября 1973 года (Russian transliteration: Zametka ot 27-go oktyabrya 1973 goda; Translation: Note of the 27th of October of 1973)
If you are reading this, then there is a chance that I am dead, and that the Soviet Union has officially been obliterated in atomic hellfire. I have to say, that this is the first time in a while that I have decided to write a memo, usually I am not like this. But it seems the time has finally come. The Americans finally pushed us over, and I am shocked. It seems they want to start the Third World War, which I am afraid they already did. Проклятые американские свиньи! (Russian transliteration: Proklyatyye amerikanskiye svin'i!; Translation: Cursed American pigs!) Now, I really want the heads of the NATO dogs that had opened fire and killed citizens of the Soviet Union in cold blood! I will discuss with the Politburo and Defence Minister Grechko on the matter later today. All I can say is that what the Americans have done is an act of war.
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Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev
5th of November of 1983
10 Years after WWIII
60 km northeast of the Paris ruins, Republic of the Marne
09:00 hours local time
.....I heard you were actually in the initial fighting in Cairo after the First Battle of Crete, and the resumption of hostilities. From what old records survived, and what other close friends have told me, you were in the First and Second Battles of Cairo. How was it like there the first time around?
Heh. I'll be blunt. Cairo was practically a hellhole when we showed up. I don't even know how I survived. The Egyptian Third Army was practically trapped in the Sinai Peninsula, then completely destroyed and when the artillery barrage ended three days after we reached the city, I was among those sent in first to secure the outskirts. *sighs* I remember when we were patrolling the streets when our unit was ambushed by an RPG.
What happened when that RPG was fired?
We lost two of our jeeps, and began to open fire. I remember being the machine gunner in my own jeep, so, logically speaking, I started firing in the direction of the RPGs. Shortly afterwards, we saw a platoon's worth of infantry advancing towards us. I started firing at the enemy, while I shouted to Mike "Drive! Drive!". And that he did. However, two street turns later, we were trapped. I shouted to the others "Everyone out!" as I fired the M2 to slow those infantry down. I got off just barely as the damn jeep went up in flames. After that, I just remember going unconscious.
What happened after that?
I woke up at least two minutes later, or was that five minutes later? I don't remember, but I do remember that I had a gun pointed to my head. The guy was saying something I didn't understand, but it sounded threatening. I took his gun, and then knocked him out with the butt of his AK-47. In fact, the weapon behind me is that very AK-47. *sighs* I don't even want to look at it. It brings back too many bad memories.
After you knocked out the previously mentioned individual, then what happened?
I remember seeing smoke emerge from the skyline, and I saw bodies. Lots of bodies everywhere, and I felt like I could hear the voices of the dead. Their last whispers, their hopes and aspirations being burned to the ground....it was horrifying. Some bodies were burned to a crisp and some were torn to bloody shreds. I turned to the house my squad was in. Instead I saw rubble, ruins, ashes. Next thing I know, I saw another jeep passing by. One of the soldiers told me: "Hey! You need a ride back to base?" I told her that I did, and I expected to see my teammates back outside the city. I never saw them again......
2nd of November of 1973
My dearest Natasha,
I write to you on the top of a tank as we are preparing to take West Berlin. I officially cannot believe that the time finally came for us to fight. Colonel Ivanov has already given orders to prepare for the push to reunify the divided city of Berlin under the hand of socialism. Every day, I think of you and Vladimir, and every day I long to return home. I love you, my dearest Natasha.
Well, that should be all for now. Enjoy the end of the world, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to war!