The Silent Invasion
Fiction & Literature, Drama, Continental European, Nonfiction, Entertainment, Military
| Author: | Eric Jones | ISBN: | 9781310727832 |
| Publisher: | Eric Jones | Publication: | February 6, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Eric Jones |
| ISBN: | 9781310727832 |
| Publisher: | Eric Jones |
| Publication: | February 6, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
The fall of the Berlin Wall and the Iron Curtain was no miracle but a plan devised by the Russians to annex Western Europe, in the nicest possible way.
When Russia befriended the west, it was the start of a campaign that was to culminate in October 2004, engulfing Germany and holding the rest of Europe to ransom.
How would you feel if you woke up one morning and the world had changed? Not just the world, but your world? What if, when the sun came out, you found yourself living, not in your own country but in a place that was foreign to you? It looked the same as it did when you’d gone to bed, but it felt different. The noises were no longer the same.
You find out, slowly and unbelievably, that your country has been overrun. You can no longer move freely as you once did. Even the language has changed.
Would you have the spirit, when called upon, to stand and fight?
Well, it happened to me! My world was turned on its head, beyond belief. Our friends, my friends, were suddenly our enemies. The trust we’d shown them, the Russians, had been abused and when I was approached to help, I hesitated only because of my age and out of fear for the safety of my family. Upon realizing the enormity of the situation, I conceded and donned my old role. Only because of my geographical location and my service as an SAS soldier was I virtually forced into
active service again. In a situation that was as volatile as it was critical. I became the leader, by default, of a makeshift army consisting of three serving and two ex-soldiers. Our mission was as simple as it was complicated, to restore Europe to the state it was in before the Russian invasion.
That the Russians had entered our country as friends held little relevance.
Then the weird phone calls started. Nobody on the other end. Except, I knew there was someone there. I could feel it. Paranoia reared it’s head when the caller finally spoke, giving me a coded sentence from my past. And then, the meeting at the bakery. Curiosity had made me go but I’d had the presence of mind to take back-up.
The previous days had not been normal, I’d forged an alliance with a work colleague on the very first day, out of necessity, in order to make my way back home to
my wife. I didn’t know at the time that we would become brothers, trusting each other with our lives.
I began to realize that I was good, still very good.
Then the Americans came, well, American, a serving navy seal, swelling our numbers to three. Ted, our recruiter and controller equipped and maneuvered us, left us alone to build a team, then returned with our objectives.
We completed a major task of assassinating the new Russian President in the middle of a public rally in front of thousands of Russian soldiers, followed by the daring demolition of the venue.
Then, we were moved to Berlin and given the assignment of the destruction of the Lingen Atomic power plant. One serving British soldier and an American CIA agent were assigned to our team, both female.
That was the sum total of our unit, five bodies.
We know what a nuclear power station can do when it gets out of control and reactor meltdown is induced. We all remember the events in Russia in the early eighties. What nobody really thought of, was how simple it would be for a small group of terrorists to achieve the same results. We were those terrorists. We had a plan.
Of course, we had no idea if it would work or not, we had no team of technical experts and advisors to support us. So, we planned and went there with our rag tail squad.
And on we went to the final day, the liberation of Berlin.
The fall of the Berlin Wall and the Iron Curtain was no miracle but a plan devised by the Russians to annex Western Europe, in the nicest possible way.
When Russia befriended the west, it was the start of a campaign that was to culminate in October 2004, engulfing Germany and holding the rest of Europe to ransom.
How would you feel if you woke up one morning and the world had changed? Not just the world, but your world? What if, when the sun came out, you found yourself living, not in your own country but in a place that was foreign to you? It looked the same as it did when you’d gone to bed, but it felt different. The noises were no longer the same.
You find out, slowly and unbelievably, that your country has been overrun. You can no longer move freely as you once did. Even the language has changed.
Would you have the spirit, when called upon, to stand and fight?
Well, it happened to me! My world was turned on its head, beyond belief. Our friends, my friends, were suddenly our enemies. The trust we’d shown them, the Russians, had been abused and when I was approached to help, I hesitated only because of my age and out of fear for the safety of my family. Upon realizing the enormity of the situation, I conceded and donned my old role. Only because of my geographical location and my service as an SAS soldier was I virtually forced into
active service again. In a situation that was as volatile as it was critical. I became the leader, by default, of a makeshift army consisting of three serving and two ex-soldiers. Our mission was as simple as it was complicated, to restore Europe to the state it was in before the Russian invasion.
That the Russians had entered our country as friends held little relevance.
Then the weird phone calls started. Nobody on the other end. Except, I knew there was someone there. I could feel it. Paranoia reared it’s head when the caller finally spoke, giving me a coded sentence from my past. And then, the meeting at the bakery. Curiosity had made me go but I’d had the presence of mind to take back-up.
The previous days had not been normal, I’d forged an alliance with a work colleague on the very first day, out of necessity, in order to make my way back home to
my wife. I didn’t know at the time that we would become brothers, trusting each other with our lives.
I began to realize that I was good, still very good.
Then the Americans came, well, American, a serving navy seal, swelling our numbers to three. Ted, our recruiter and controller equipped and maneuvered us, left us alone to build a team, then returned with our objectives.
We completed a major task of assassinating the new Russian President in the middle of a public rally in front of thousands of Russian soldiers, followed by the daring demolition of the venue.
Then, we were moved to Berlin and given the assignment of the destruction of the Lingen Atomic power plant. One serving British soldier and an American CIA agent were assigned to our team, both female.
That was the sum total of our unit, five bodies.
We know what a nuclear power station can do when it gets out of control and reactor meltdown is induced. We all remember the events in Russia in the early eighties. What nobody really thought of, was how simple it would be for a small group of terrorists to achieve the same results. We were those terrorists. We had a plan.
Of course, we had no idea if it would work or not, we had no team of technical experts and advisors to support us. So, we planned and went there with our rag tail squad.
And on we went to the final day, the liberation of Berlin.
