Chapter Five: War and Peace 1994
Justinian
Banned
The Concert of Europe: Part Two
Feburary 5th 1994. Evening. Zurich.
The view from the balcony of Romanov's ostentatious and luxurious hotel room was extraordinary beautiful. You could see where the Limmel river met the lake by the city, and despite the light flurry of blowing snow it was a comfortable -5 degrees celsius outside (at least for Russians). The world's two most powerful men were in the city, but they and their diplomats hadn't officially met yet. The rest of the day was set aside for rest and for preparation, a good night's rest and a cordial breakfast at 10AM. Romanov, the taller broad shouldered man stood, looking out the window at the view, while the foreign minister spoke. He was of course abstaining from his usual indulgences, which was probably why he began to feel irritated and spaced out. He enjoyed the view for just a few more precious moments before turning to look at his foreign minister Eduard Shevardnadze, who had been speaking the entire time and replied "What?" Romanov was of course aware of the situation unfolding in Iraq, he knew he was talking about it, but he didn't enjoy this conversation. "We've already condemned it of course, but we know how suspicious the Americans can be, they may believe we're behind this entire thing. Coming to a peace summit and bold facedly lying to them." Romanov turned to him, his characteristically stoic expression somewhat more sadly dour. "They will have to take our evacuation of military personnel at face value, other than that, I'm hoping that Perot is reasonable and we can put this behind us. We are the leaders of the strongest countries in the world, and we're going to let the actions of one up jumped petty tyrant throw everything away?" Eduard retorted "The thing is comrade, we created him, we allowed for this to happen. Without our arms it's doubtful he could have won in Kuwait, nor do what he is doing now in Iran. Of course, letting the situation play out would have only benefited the Americans at the time, so that wasn't an option either. Interesting how being powerful works?" Romanov thought, what would Eduard know of it.
He loosened his necktie and pulled up a chair, lighting up a cigarette. He looked at his foreign minister and spoke in a serious tone. "We do actually have options when it comes to Saddam, but originally we had hopes. At one point an ambitious man like that would prove to be a great foil, now he is a liability. We have people in their military, intelligence services and security forces, people more sympathic to a closer relationship with us, with Syria. With a slight but brisk motion, we can remove the obstacle to our influence and stability in the region." Eduard was a little shocked, but he wasn't naive or sentimental. If anything his curiosity was piqued by the notion that this was an option considered that he was kept out of the loop of, making him pick his next words carefully. "Well... It's not that the logic in such an action isn't obvious? But can the result be guaranteed? Do we have the ability to control who will come out on top in the ensuing power struggle? And removing the head of the country while it's in the middle of invading another could have intangible results?" Romanov was at least reassured that his foreign minister wasn't an idiot "Don't worry about any of that, and I apologize for not making you aware of this option sooner comrade, we just didn't want to have to consider it unless things became desperate enough. We have a very detailed plan in place. They're waiting for our signal, we're just allowing them to seize the province. Once the frontline is stabilized, and they have the region, ample opportunities will present themselves when he most likely bombastically visits the front or what not. What I and the KGB figured is that if they already started the war for this resource rich province, let them take it, and then let the infamy and blame follow him into the grave. Then they can throw a 'referendum' or something."
The Satrap's Hubris: Part Two
Feburary 5th 1994. 5:48PM. Outskirts of Ahvaz
After the conclusion of the original war with Iraq in 1988, Iran's conventional military forces were in even worse shape than after the post revolutionary purges. They had lost half of their pre war armour, a significant element of their air force and their navy. They managed to make an illict arms deal with the Chinese for 200 Type 69 tanks that had been delivered a year earlier, along with some APCs and artillery, due to the pure conventional superiority their biggest threat now had, but these arms deals were drops in the bucket. As the war approached its third week, Iraq had obliterated entire regiments which either abandoned their equipment or fled and were destroyed. What few F-4s and F-14s it had were purposefully kept from the skies after losing many in the first few days of the war to Iraqi surface to air missiles or MiG-25 and MiG-29 raids. The Iranians mobilized as much of the Basji militia, Revolutionary Guard and what remained of it's conventional army that it could and reorganized it, ceding ground to the Iraqis. While some fanatical revolutionary guards or commando forces continued to harass the Iraqis behind the lines, their effect was negligible.
The city of Ahvaz, February 5th 1994
The best Iranian Army units, the 2nd and 5th Armoured Brigades, which had the benefit of Hawk SAMs, and most of Iran's serviceable tanks were charged with protecting Ahvaz. They had fought a hard and intense fight against the Iraqi Republican Guard Divisions, but their M-60s and Centurions were overmatched by T-72s and upgraded T-55s. They were spotted and destroyed by constant recon flights or picked apart by Iraq's Mi-28s. Bombarded with 500 pound bombs and some air to surface missiles. By the 3rd of February, the result was the total collapse of the flanks around the city of Ahvaz, leaving almost hundreds of thousands of civilians and 56'000 soldiers (many just militia) trapped in an Iraqi encirclement; which created almost instantaneous anarchy as the city descended into madness as hordes of people fled. What was left of the Iranian armoured brigades rallied with reinforcements in the north, followed by a tide of refugees. But despite the orders of the Supreme leader, were unable to mount an attack to lift the siege; and instead focused on helping the refugees and preparing defences.
Saddam was said to be highly elated by the news, these were the victories he dreamed of in 1980, decisive, fast and historically momentous. Orders were given to infantry assault units, many led or trained by veterans of the fight in Kuwait City, some of whom even faced Americans and held their ground. Despite their experience or good training these hardened formations were decimated during their first attempts to storm the large city, as fighting raged on the tops of buildings, in blown out houses and inside of sewers. Iraqi artillery had turned the city into a collection of dense urban rubble, also resulting in a massive loss of life of both civilian and soldier. Entire residential buildings crumbled onto themselves as slavo after slavo hit into the city. The only international press presence reported behind the Iranian lines, but communicated with trapped Iranian journalists in the city itself. Soon enough the entire world would hear of the siege of Ahvaz.
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