Chapter Two Thousand Four Hundred Fifty-Six
3rd April 1976
Finike, Turkey
The sun rose over the hills and bay. Karl was forced to admit that it was kind of beautiful here, but only so long as they were not noticed. According to the radio the Greeks and Turks were throwing everything that they had at each other in a place called Antalya a hundred or so kilometers down the coast. Supposedly that city was key to this entire region. While Finike was an afterthought, there had been Units from the Turkish Army who had been here to hold the Coastal Highway and the Southern flank of Antalya’s defense. Those units had been called back to Antalya to prevent them from being trapped if the city fell, something which had been deemed increasingly likely. Finike was something of an afterthought.
It was a situation that couldn’t last for long.
Karl knew that he lacked the men to hold Finike, there were only a hundred and twenty-eight of them with the specialists like the Company’s Field Cooks and the Taylor had been left behind in Cyprus. Uncle Tilo might have popularized the notion that every Marine was a Rifleman first, that didn’t mean that those who had an excuse not to go out on the sharp end didn’t often take advantage of that.
At the same time, Karl had the difficulty of waiting for the patents to be evacuated on the Landing Craft as his men dug in on defensive positions on the Coastal Highway, the most likely avenue of attack. Then Karl found out that there was a narrow road that cut through the hills leading right into the center of Finike, meaning that he could only hold until whoever was coming up the highway figured that out too. Karl cursed his rotten luck, if he had a Pioneer detachment available that road could be rendered impassable, but he didn’t. He had been able to set explosive charges on the main bridge over the tidal river that divided Finike, if push came to shove blowing up that bridge would buy his men enough time to escape.
It was only minutes later when he heard the sound of an engine as an Iltis of all things came around the headlands south of Finike. Volkswagen had made them by the thousands, they had been sold to militaries around the world as well as civilian models. That vehicle being the choice of the Hellenic Army to be a scout car wasn’t a surprise, it was an annoyance.
“Hold your fire and stay behind cover” Karl ordered into the microphone that was a part of his helmet as the Iltis stopped in at the hospital which happened to be one of the largest and most prominent buildings in Finike. The short-ranged tactical network allowed him to communicate with the entire Company. The last thing he needed was for the Greeks to get a read on their actual numbers.
“If you could tell me what is going on here” The Greek Soldier in the passenger seat demanded when he saw Karl. Karl didn’t have a read on uniforms of the Hellenic Army, but the man’s manner suggested that he was an Officer of some sort. The chain of hospital orderlies and porters carrying stretchers across the road to where they placed the patients on the beach where they waited to be loaded onto the Landing Craft was sort of hard to hide.
“Humanitarian mission” Karl replied, “We are evacuating the hospital so that we can avoid any unfortunate incidents.”
“Do you have any idea who you are helping to escape?” The Greek Officer asked in a tone that suggested that he wasn’t happy to find Karl here.
“The Director of the Hospital said that they don’t ask, they just help whoever is in need” Karl replied, “The patients and hospital staff won’t be a problem for you if we are allowed to continue…”
“That is unacceptable” The Greek Officer said fixing Karl with a withering stare. “For all we know there are spies and saboteurs hidden among them, and you are helping them.”
Karl had a sinking feeling that if he asked the Greek Officer how they should go about determining if what he said was true, Karl would hear something along the lines of “Kill them all and let God sort them out.” He wasn’t interested in listening to that.
“I am afraid that we are at an impasse then” Karl said.
The Greek Officer gave Karl a look of pure loathing before ordering his driver to order the Iltis to turn around and go back the way it had come from.
“We are going to have company soon” Karl said into the microphone. “Could someone tell the Hospital Director that he needs to hurry because things are going to get very hot.”
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How the Hell could Hauptmann Dunkel stay so calm? Erich thought to himself as he watched the exchange from his position in one of the empty public buildings that stood on the edge of the hospital grounds after having heard the Hauptmann’s orders to keep out of sight.
As the sun rose in the sky, Erich could feel sweat trickling down his sides as he waited. Everyone else just ignored him and went about their business. From his position, he could see the Company’s Heavy weapons sections setting up the Panzerfaust 400’s, placing anti-tank rockets within easy reach, and setting up the two light “Knee Mortars” that had been shamelessly reverse engineered from the Japanese decades earlier. The Mortar crews had taken the time the night before to determine exactly how far it was to the most likely targets. There were also the machine guns which had been set up in the most likely approach used by the Hellenic Army. If things got hot, as the Hauptmann had suggested, then they were going to need every bit of firepower they could muster.
3rd April 1976
Finike, Turkey
The sun rose over the hills and bay. Karl was forced to admit that it was kind of beautiful here, but only so long as they were not noticed. According to the radio the Greeks and Turks were throwing everything that they had at each other in a place called Antalya a hundred or so kilometers down the coast. Supposedly that city was key to this entire region. While Finike was an afterthought, there had been Units from the Turkish Army who had been here to hold the Coastal Highway and the Southern flank of Antalya’s defense. Those units had been called back to Antalya to prevent them from being trapped if the city fell, something which had been deemed increasingly likely. Finike was something of an afterthought.
It was a situation that couldn’t last for long.
Karl knew that he lacked the men to hold Finike, there were only a hundred and twenty-eight of them with the specialists like the Company’s Field Cooks and the Taylor had been left behind in Cyprus. Uncle Tilo might have popularized the notion that every Marine was a Rifleman first, that didn’t mean that those who had an excuse not to go out on the sharp end didn’t often take advantage of that.
At the same time, Karl had the difficulty of waiting for the patents to be evacuated on the Landing Craft as his men dug in on defensive positions on the Coastal Highway, the most likely avenue of attack. Then Karl found out that there was a narrow road that cut through the hills leading right into the center of Finike, meaning that he could only hold until whoever was coming up the highway figured that out too. Karl cursed his rotten luck, if he had a Pioneer detachment available that road could be rendered impassable, but he didn’t. He had been able to set explosive charges on the main bridge over the tidal river that divided Finike, if push came to shove blowing up that bridge would buy his men enough time to escape.
It was only minutes later when he heard the sound of an engine as an Iltis of all things came around the headlands south of Finike. Volkswagen had made them by the thousands, they had been sold to militaries around the world as well as civilian models. That vehicle being the choice of the Hellenic Army to be a scout car wasn’t a surprise, it was an annoyance.
“Hold your fire and stay behind cover” Karl ordered into the microphone that was a part of his helmet as the Iltis stopped in at the hospital which happened to be one of the largest and most prominent buildings in Finike. The short-ranged tactical network allowed him to communicate with the entire Company. The last thing he needed was for the Greeks to get a read on their actual numbers.
“If you could tell me what is going on here” The Greek Soldier in the passenger seat demanded when he saw Karl. Karl didn’t have a read on uniforms of the Hellenic Army, but the man’s manner suggested that he was an Officer of some sort. The chain of hospital orderlies and porters carrying stretchers across the road to where they placed the patients on the beach where they waited to be loaded onto the Landing Craft was sort of hard to hide.
“Humanitarian mission” Karl replied, “We are evacuating the hospital so that we can avoid any unfortunate incidents.”
“Do you have any idea who you are helping to escape?” The Greek Officer asked in a tone that suggested that he wasn’t happy to find Karl here.
“The Director of the Hospital said that they don’t ask, they just help whoever is in need” Karl replied, “The patients and hospital staff won’t be a problem for you if we are allowed to continue…”
“That is unacceptable” The Greek Officer said fixing Karl with a withering stare. “For all we know there are spies and saboteurs hidden among them, and you are helping them.”
Karl had a sinking feeling that if he asked the Greek Officer how they should go about determining if what he said was true, Karl would hear something along the lines of “Kill them all and let God sort them out.” He wasn’t interested in listening to that.
“I am afraid that we are at an impasse then” Karl said.
The Greek Officer gave Karl a look of pure loathing before ordering his driver to order the Iltis to turn around and go back the way it had come from.
“We are going to have company soon” Karl said into the microphone. “Could someone tell the Hospital Director that he needs to hurry because things are going to get very hot.”
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How the Hell could Hauptmann Dunkel stay so calm? Erich thought to himself as he watched the exchange from his position in one of the empty public buildings that stood on the edge of the hospital grounds after having heard the Hauptmann’s orders to keep out of sight.
As the sun rose in the sky, Erich could feel sweat trickling down his sides as he waited. Everyone else just ignored him and went about their business. From his position, he could see the Company’s Heavy weapons sections setting up the Panzerfaust 400’s, placing anti-tank rockets within easy reach, and setting up the two light “Knee Mortars” that had been shamelessly reverse engineered from the Japanese decades earlier. The Mortar crews had taken the time the night before to determine exactly how far it was to the most likely targets. There were also the machine guns which had been set up in the most likely approach used by the Hellenic Army. If things got hot, as the Hauptmann had suggested, then they were going to need every bit of firepower they could muster.
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