Truly times must be out of joint, when only asses have any power of action left, and those who have a little more intelligence use it to doubt everything, and to persuade themselves that it is not worthwhile to attempt anything.
(Henryk Sienkiewicz)
Morosely, Major Wacław Kopisto was skimming through the international newspapers. The Russian Venus adventure, cabinet crisis in the Heymshtot, snow chaos in central Switzerland, youth riots in Copenhagen, and so on, nothing of interest… He sighed and pushed the newspaper stack onto the ‘out’ trolley. Some January editions of military journals had already arrived. The Russian ‘Boyesposóbnosti’ 1/1957 looked interesting. Was this a new tank? – He seized the magnifying glass. No, it was a T-52, only the gun looked strange. Might be relevant. He attached a blue marker. Other than that: the habitual Russian clutter. Why in heaven did they publish this trash? Just to vex foreign intelligence specialists? Maybe… The Russians were like that.
The German ‘Truppenführung und Heereskunde’ 1/1957 was there as well. They were still reprocessing the pest events. Yes, this was interesting. He attached a yellow marker, and still another one. – And look at that: a Gastruppen TOE! Kopisto smiled. The Germans were nice. He attached a signal red marker. Okay, the ‘Flieger und Technik’ magazine was still missing. – What else? The Hungarian ‘Szemle Hadsereg’. He browsed through it, looking at the pictures. Didn’t look interesting. Okay, needs to go to the translation department anyway. White marker. He pushed the military journals onto the forwarding trolley.
What else? Two new books, both Russian, dealing with the Far East War. Goodness! – No, he must have a coffee first, before undertaking to peruse these volumes. He rose and walked over to the kitchenette. Yep, coffee was ready, wonderful. And a cigarette… – It was the old Polish dilemma: as long as Russia and Germany were strong and singing from the same hymnal, Poland was in trouble. Now, of course, the big neighbours were watching each other furtively, but there were no real tensions. One could only sit and wait…
He knew – or rather, he thought he knew – why the Germans had published the Gastruppen TOE. Look and take fright! Remember what happened during the pest. Yes, we can! – It was a rude warning. Don’t ever think we’re weak; don’t kid yourself into doing something stupid. We can obliterate you even without nukes, fast and furious. – And the bad news was: it was true. No, Poland was obliged to keep still. Well, one had ample experience in waiting for things to happen... Only if and when the Russian desire to regain the lost territories should prevail, change might become possible. But providing the battlefield in a future German-Russian war was no nice outlook either…
(Henryk Sienkiewicz)
Morosely, Major Wacław Kopisto was skimming through the international newspapers. The Russian Venus adventure, cabinet crisis in the Heymshtot, snow chaos in central Switzerland, youth riots in Copenhagen, and so on, nothing of interest… He sighed and pushed the newspaper stack onto the ‘out’ trolley. Some January editions of military journals had already arrived. The Russian ‘Boyesposóbnosti’ 1/1957 looked interesting. Was this a new tank? – He seized the magnifying glass. No, it was a T-52, only the gun looked strange. Might be relevant. He attached a blue marker. Other than that: the habitual Russian clutter. Why in heaven did they publish this trash? Just to vex foreign intelligence specialists? Maybe… The Russians were like that.
The German ‘Truppenführung und Heereskunde’ 1/1957 was there as well. They were still reprocessing the pest events. Yes, this was interesting. He attached a yellow marker, and still another one. – And look at that: a Gastruppen TOE! Kopisto smiled. The Germans were nice. He attached a signal red marker. Okay, the ‘Flieger und Technik’ magazine was still missing. – What else? The Hungarian ‘Szemle Hadsereg’. He browsed through it, looking at the pictures. Didn’t look interesting. Okay, needs to go to the translation department anyway. White marker. He pushed the military journals onto the forwarding trolley.
What else? Two new books, both Russian, dealing with the Far East War. Goodness! – No, he must have a coffee first, before undertaking to peruse these volumes. He rose and walked over to the kitchenette. Yep, coffee was ready, wonderful. And a cigarette… – It was the old Polish dilemma: as long as Russia and Germany were strong and singing from the same hymnal, Poland was in trouble. Now, of course, the big neighbours were watching each other furtively, but there were no real tensions. One could only sit and wait…
He knew – or rather, he thought he knew – why the Germans had published the Gastruppen TOE. Look and take fright! Remember what happened during the pest. Yes, we can! – It was a rude warning. Don’t ever think we’re weak; don’t kid yourself into doing something stupid. We can obliterate you even without nukes, fast and furious. – And the bad news was: it was true. No, Poland was obliged to keep still. Well, one had ample experience in waiting for things to happen... Only if and when the Russian desire to regain the lost territories should prevail, change might become possible. But providing the battlefield in a future German-Russian war was no nice outlook either…
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