Ashes - Standoff In The Ashes Part 3

34.William W. Johnstone "I think this conversation is over. Thanks for your a.s.sistance in helping recover the bodies."

Ben sighed. "All right. Have it your way."

The colonel looked squarely at Ben. "I don't have a choice, General Raines. I swore an oath to uphold the union."

"So did thousands of others in uniform. But they elected to stay out of this fight.""Traitors. Every G.o.dd.a.m.ned one of them."

"You'd like to see them court-martialed?"

"You're d.a.m.n right I would."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. Because I'd like to quit this mess before it really gets started."

The colonel looked at Ben and shook his head. "It won't happen. This nation must be made whole once again."

"Not as long as there is one Rebel left alive who can pick up a gun and fight. Not as long as the USA is governed by democrats/socialist."

"Very well. Good day, General Raines. Once again, thanks for the cease-fire and the help in recovering the bodies."

Ben watched the Federal colonel make his way down the bank and step into a boat. He turned to his team. "Well, I tried. Not much point in continuing to beat my head against a stone wall. But I probably will...

for a while longer."

"They want a fight, Pops," Anna told him. "From President Osterman on down. We might as well make up our minds to give them one and get it over with."

"Problem is, Kiddo, once it starts for real it'll never be over."

"Get down, General!" a Rebel shouted. "The Feds just jerked down the white flag."

35.35.Ben and his team ducked for cover just in time. Gunfire raked the top of the bank where they'd been standing.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" Ben said, spitting out a mouth of dirt and gra.s.s he'd eaten as he hit the ground hard and bellied down. "Pour it on!" he shouted to the Rebels. "Give them a taste of everything we've got."

For ten minutes the Rebels hammered the Federal positions across the river with mortars, 40mm grenades, and machine gun fire. Then Ben called on the few artillery pieces this Rebel contingent had backing them up, and they began dropping in everything but the kitchen sink. That did it for what was left of the Federals on the east side of the river.

"They're pulling back, General," Captain Evans said. "The fools are retreating under heavy artillery fire."

"They won't be fools for long. In a few weeks, those left will be seasoned combat veterans."

"You really think this fight will last that long?"

"It'll probably last for years, Captain, in one form or another."

"And we'll win it?""Oh, we'll win the battles. I have no doubts about that. But the hatred will last for years and years. This civil war won't be like the first one, a hundred and fifty years ago. Many of those veterans shook hands and forgave one another. They posed together for pictures and paintings.

Had parades. This is a brand new war, Anna-the USA's G.o.dless totalitarian government against the SUSA's small government offering maximum freedom for its citizens. We'll win the war, but to do it we're going to have to virtually destroy the states aligned with the USA. And that, my dear, is going to rip this country apart, so far apart it will leave a wound that might never heal."

36.* * *

Ben and team pulled out that afternoon, heading first south, then cutting back east, running along the Tennessee/ Kentucky border.

"This has to be the longest front in history," Cooper remarked.

"Several thousand miles, Coop," Ben said. "And much of it undefended, except for spotter outposts every few miles, manned by volunteers from the home guard. All in all, it's a h.e.l.l of a way to run a war."

Ben turned in the captain's chair to look at Corrie. "Anything coming over the air?"

"Nothing of any importance, Boss. Just Rebel chatter."

Ben smiled. "Warning the boys and girls I'm on the way, hey?"

Corrie laughed. "Something like that."

Ben glanced at his watch. "I'm getting hungry, gang. Coop, find us a spot to chow down."

That was often easier said than done. In addition to Ben's security detail-a full platoon, which was always with him-a full company from Ben's old original battalion, including tanks, traveled with him.

"Spotter plane looking at us, Boss," Corrie said.

"Ours?"

"Negative. It's Federal."

"Let them look." Ben dug out a map. "We're only a few miles from the Kentucky line. Probably making the Feds nervous, wondering what we're up to."

"The ruins of Clarksville just up ahead, Boss," Cooper said. "We can pull over there and eat."

"Sounds good. Where is the nearest Rebel contingent of any size, Corrie?"

"Thirty miles to the east. Part of our 501. Want me to b.u.mp them?"

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"They know we're here. Find us a place to eat, Coop. Let's give those in that spotter plane a thrill."

The convoy pulled over at Coop's signal, and guards were posted. Field rats were opened and the Rebels ate and relaxed for a time.

"These new field rations aren't half bad, Boss," Beth remarked after swallowing a mouthful of hash. "You must have read the scientists the riot act."

Ben chuckled. "You might say I told them if the new rats weren't eatable, I would stick them up their a.s.s."

"That would certainly get my attention," Coop said.

Ben looked up, studying the sky. The spotter plane was heading back north. "We just might get some sky visitors in a few minutes. Let's be sure we're ready for them."

Corrie spoke briefly into her headset, then returned her attention to her lunch.

The Rebels used several types of SAMs, but the two most widely used were the much newer and greatly modified versions of the Stinger and the Armburst. Ben's scientists had improved on each weapon, including range and warhead. The Stinger had more range, but the Armburst could be fired inside a closed s.p.a.ce with no danger from back-blast. The Armburst was used quite often in Rebel ambushes.

The Rebels finished their lunch and disposed of the wrappers and containers, then waited for the action to start.. . and they all felt it was coming.

"Choppers!" a Rebel yelled. "Coming straight in from the north."

Ben lifted his binoculars and counted a dozen guns.h.i.+ps, coming in low and fast. "Get to cover, gang. The s.h.i.+t's about to hit the fan-big time!"

The guns.h.i.+ps came in with everything they had, hammering and yowling.

The Rebels lifted their shoulder-fired launchers and cut loose. Five guns.h.i.+ps exploded in midair, showering the ground with hundreds of pieces of hot 38.William W. Johnstone metal and various body parts. One huge propeller went cartwheeling end over end across the ground and out into a field, digging up dirt until it finally came to rest.

One guns.h.i.+p made the mistake of coming straight in, readying its rockets to destroy a Rebel Main Battle Tank. The gunner in the MBT had been tracking the chopper. He got off one lucky round from her main gun, and the 155 HE round literally blew the guns.h.i.+p into a million pieces.

Nothing bigger than a matchbox was left. The tiny pieces began dropping to the ground, clinking as they bounced off Rebel vehicles."d.a.m.n!" Ben breathed in awe after witnessing the horrific explosion.

"That doesn't happen very often."

With half their force destroyed, the guns.h.i.+ps began quickly backing off just as a Rebel Scout radioed frantically back to Corrie.

"Ground troops coming at us hard!" she yelled to Ben. "About six thousand meters away."

"How many?" Ben yelled over the sounds of battle.

"A whole s.h.i.+tpot full was what he said."

Ben had to smile at the report. "Tell him to get out of there."

"His feet were working as he radioed in."

"I bet they were. OK. It's too late to make a run for it. You've radioed for air support?"

"Affirmative. But there is none anywhere in this area."

"Then we'll handle it ourselves."

Ben did not have to give any orders concerning positioning of troops or equipment for the upcoming fight. His people knew exactly what to do, and did it quickly. Tanks were repositioned, machine gun and mortar pits were quickly dug. Cans of ammunition were handed out from supply trucks.

Troops got into position. The Rebels waited.

"Federals have stopped their advance," Corrie reported. "Approximately three thousand meters away."

39.39."Give them some mortars. HE and fragmentation."

"Scouts have stopped on some high ground. They'll act as FO."

"Good enough."

The mortar crews began dropping in the rounds. Corrie called out the corrections in elevation as soon as the FO's radioed them in.

"That's it." She spoke into her headset. "You're right on target. Pour it on."

A few heartbeats later Corrie said, "They're advancing. Two thousand meters. Several hundred in strength."

Ben looked skyward. The guns.h.i.+ps were gone. "Whoev-er's running this show doesn't know s.h.i.+t from s.h.i.+nola," he muttered. "This kind of luck can't hold for us."

He held up a hand. "Cease firing," he ordered. "Let them come."

"Cease firing?" Corrie questioned, not sure she correctly understood."Cease firing," Ben repeated.

"What the h.e.l.l happens now?" Cooper muttered under his breath.

Ben heard the muttered question and smiled. "We meet them eyeball to eyeball."

Cooper flushed. The Boss wasn't supposed to have heard that.

"Ready all Big Thumpers and machine guns," Ben ordered. "Everybody on full auto. Tell the tank commanders to level all main guns."

Corrie cut her eyes to Ben for a second. He met her gaze. "Do it," Ben said.

"Yes, sir," she said, then radioed the orders.

"Jesus Christ!" Beth whispered. "Those Feds are running into a wall of steel and lead."

"We'll be here a friggin' week pickin' up all the pieces," Jersey said.

40."One thousand meters," Come said.

"Can those types of tanks fire their main guns point-blank?" Anna asked, awe in her voice.

"I think they have to do some adjusting," Cooper answered. "Or something. h.e.l.l, what do I know about tanks?"

"Same as you know about anything else," Jersey said, not about to let the opportunity pa.s.s by. "Nothing."

"Aw, now, my pretty cactus flower," Cooper replied. "Despite it all, you know your love for me runs as deep as a river."

Jersey made several gagging sounds. "Excuse me while I puke."

"Five hundred meters," Corrie said.

Ben waited, his face expressionless.

A Rebel's words drifted to Ben and team. "Christ's sake, there they are, crossing that field."

"I'll court-martial the first person who fires without my order," Ben said, raising his voice.

"Four hundred meters," Corrie said.

"Must be six or seven hundred of them," another Rebel said. "d.a.m.n near a full battalion."

"Like ducks all in a row," the Rebel next to him replied. "This is wild."