Carnifex. Part 8

Cano was p.i.s.sed. p.i.s.sed. Being taken by surprise, ambushed himself by the Being taken by surprise, ambushed himself by the Duque Duque, was just too f.u.c.king much. Bad enough that...

"Relax, Tribune," Carrera said, not ungently. He was actually impressed with the kid. "I just have some questions. It was a good good ambush. Really. What bothers me was that maybe it was ambush. Really. What bothers me was that maybe it was too too good. Why do you think it was so good?" good. Why do you think it was so good?"

Cano didn't relax. Sure, he wasn't a signifer anymore; he was ent.i.tled to tie his boots in the morning without tying the left one to the right one. Even so, this was the b.l.o.o.d.y Duque Duque. He was a b.a.s.t.a.r.d; everyone knew it. Cano could just see his career flying off to parts unknown and unknowable. He could...

"I asked a question, Tribune," Carrera reminded.

"Oh...sorry, sir. I was...I just wasn't expecting you to-"

"I asked asked a question, Tribune." a question, Tribune."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Well...sir...we've done this ambush here maybe a dozen times just since I've I've been leading the platoon. The boys know what to do and, then again, we drill the s.h.i.t out of it..." been leading the platoon. The boys know what to do and, then again, we drill the s.h.i.t out of it..."

Aha.

"Jamey! Call the Chief of Staff, the I and the Ia. I don't give a s.h.i.t if they're asleep. Get 'em up."

17/10/466 AC, Main Officers Club, Isla Real Normally, in every day life, Carrera was a surprisingly gentle sort. He wasn't particularly aggressive, or vicious. He'd probably never done a deliberately cruel thing, outside of line of duty, in his life.

In line of duty, however, or especially in action, he changed. The change wasn't like that of a man turning to a wolf; that kind of transition, even in myth, took time. Instead, for Carrera, there simply came a moment when stress impended and he changed.

It was something like a click. click.

"I'm so so glad you could all make it," Carrera hissed to the a.s.sembled senior officers and centurions of the Legion. glad you could all make it," Carrera hissed to the a.s.sembled senior officers and centurions of the Legion.

As a single man, they thought, Oh, s.h.i.t, we're in trouble Oh, s.h.i.t, we're in trouble.

"You people suck mastodon c.o.c.k," Carrera began, with his usual fine sense of tact. "Where the f.u.c.k f.u.c.k did you get the idea that your job is to train people to follow formulae, rather than training them, mentally and morally, as individuals and as units, to solve unique problems? You've been fighting for did you get the idea that your job is to train people to follow formulae, rather than training them, mentally and morally, as individuals and as units, to solve unique problems? You've been fighting for five five f.u.c.king years now. When did you all forget that war is always f.u.c.king years now. When did you all forget that war is always different different?

His face was livid as he continued, "Can anyone answer me; when did Cazador School begin training leaders to be robots? Hmmm? No takers? I see. Did it creep in in OCS or CCS? No?

"I watched an ambush the other night. Good unit, good leaders, conducting a good ambush. But you know what what? They'd been doing the same thing in the same way in the same place for f.u.c.king years years." With this he spared a glare for Kuralski and the staff. "Why have we had our soldiers doing the same f.u.c.king thing in the same f.u.c.king place in the same f.u.c.king way for years years? Why didn't didn't we give them different problems, in different places, with different circ.u.mstances? we give them different problems, in different places, with different circ.u.mstances? Why Why, you a.s.sholes? Why?"

It had taken Carrera thirty-six hours of brooding to become as angry as he was. He'd nurtured the anger, cultivated it, so that he could release it on his subordinates. Once released, though, it ebbed quickly enough.

"Now listen," he said, more calmly. "I'm going to explain something."

"Battle drills-preset solutions, well rehea.r.s.ed, for common battlefield circ.u.mstances-are an interesting subject. Likewise for Standard Operating Procedures, individual tasks done to perfection, crew drills, and formations. There are some very good armies that depend on them. The Federated States and Volgan Republic do; and maybe the Foreign Military Training Group is where we were contaminated from. There are also some very good armies that loath them, the Sachsen and Zionis, for example.

"Generally speaking, I don't don't like them. There are a number of reasons for that. Listen, like them. There are a number of reasons for that. Listen, carefully. carefully."

The a.s.sembled leaders did listen carefully. They also relaxed to a degree; when Carrera went into teaching mode, they knew, he was unlikely to shoot someone on the spot. They knew he was going into teaching mode when he pulled some index cards out of his right breast pocket. When did Carrera need prompt cards to chew someone's a.s.s? When did Carrera need prompt cards to chew someone's a.s.s?

"Number one, remember that drills, if they're going to be reliable, must be conditioned into troops, almost as if the troops were Pavlov's dogs. So if you can't really condition something well enough to rely on it, don't don't make a drill of it. make a drill of it.

"Two, conditioning takes a lot of time, time you probably won't have. So even if something can, in theory, be conditioned, if you don't have the time to condition it, don't waste what time you have on the impossible.

"Three, drills-like everything else-take place under certain conditions. If those conditions are subject to radical differences such that no amount of practical drilling can condition them all, do not train as a drill something that will only be true infrequently.

"Four, military units suffer losses. They are almost never at full strength. If a drill requires a particular level of manpower or equipment, and you can reasonably predict that that particular level of strength will rarely be met, I would suggest you don't bother.

"Three and four are related in a way. We use crew crew drill for the tank and Ocelot crews, don't we? One thing about the inside of a turret; it doesn't change. The crewmen have seats they stay in. The gun doesn't move relative to the crew. The internal communications gear typically works. And the crew of an armored vehicle generally lives or dies together, no attrition that matters in the short term. So a drill for a crew like that makes sense. The same holds true for much that the mortars and artillery do. Their positions may change from place to place, but the important thing, the gun, is always the same. The positions they build to protect the gun and themselves are always the same, too. The casualties they take, mostly to other mortars and artillery, or air, tend to be either catastrophic or insignificant-the crew lives or dies together." drill for the tank and Ocelot crews, don't we? One thing about the inside of a turret; it doesn't change. The crewmen have seats they stay in. The gun doesn't move relative to the crew. The internal communications gear typically works. And the crew of an armored vehicle generally lives or dies together, no attrition that matters in the short term. So a drill for a crew like that makes sense. The same holds true for much that the mortars and artillery do. Their positions may change from place to place, but the important thing, the gun, is always the same. The positions they build to protect the gun and themselves are always the same, too. The casualties they take, mostly to other mortars and artillery, or air, tend to be either catastrophic or insignificant-the crew lives or dies together."

Carrera became reflective. "Actually towed artillery is a funny case. They don't usually come under small arms fire. Mines are only rarely a problem for them. For the most part they lose men to aerial attack and counter battery fire from enemy artillery. That fire either is close enough to emulsify the crew, or it's far enough away, when it explodes, to do only limited damage to the crew, or it is so far away it is irrelevant to the crew. In cases one and three, that the artillery crew was drilled numb doesn't hurt matters. It can still either do the job or it is dead. In the middle case, because gun crews are much larger than the bare minimum needed to load and fire the gun, and because artillery crew drill is so simple that everyone can be, and in a good crew is, trained to do all the jobs, even with some losses the gun can still fill the important jobs with adequately trained troops and function at a reduced rate of fire."

"However, compare the problem at the crew level to a platoon of mortars, tanks or tracks, or a battery of guns. They always have to adjust: to terrain, to the enemy situation, to their own strength. The variables for infantry are infinite, a few drills won't do and the number that might do is impossible. So, before you decide to train something as a drill, ask yourself also whether the conditions-to include your own strength-are likely to be the same in war. I'll give you a hint; a line remains a line, even when you erase some portion of it. If you plan on doing a drill or formation with any unit above the crew level, you had best consider making it some variable on a line...wedges and echelons count as lines. Only that kind of formation or drill is sustainable after losses.

"In a similar vein; formations. If you've ever seen a platoon, normally of four vehicles, trying to bound forward by sections of two vehicles, when the platoon is down to only three vehicles, you'll know what I mean. It just doesn't work the same way. You end up with either an inadequate covering force-one vehicle-or the covering force is two vehicles and the single track sent ahead to bound feels alone and abandoned and advances most reluctantly. So under normal combat conditions the bounding drill has less benefit than you expect and need and all the time spent on drilling such movement tends to be wasted. On the other hand, a company bounding forward by alternating its platoons can work because even if a bounding platoon has taken some losses, it is still capable of covering its own front and has enough sub units left to give each other moral support to go forward. That, by the way, is the single most important reason Legion tank platoons have six tanks instead of the usual four other armies have; so they can take losses and still have two sections capable of forming some variant on a line to cover themselves while they move forward by bounds.

Carrera flipped one of his prompt cards over. "Back to the main subject: Fifth, time to execute the drill in battle is another consideration. Some things don't have to be conditioned to be done. Even in battle there is often time to give more than one word drill commands. So ask yourselves, before deciding to do something as a drill, if there would normally be time to give orders to have your troops act more appropriately than a drill would allow.

"Sixth, is the drill a matter of life and death for an individual, victory or defeat for a higher unit? I don't mean simply that under some rare circ.u.mstances a well-executed drill might be life or death for us or the enemy. I mean is a precise response virtually always that important. Reaction to a near ambush is that kind of circ.u.mstance. So is using a bangalore torpedo to breach an obstacle, especially when attacking a position held by an enemy with a very responsive artillery support network...if surprise fails you and you must clear a path quickly. In those circ.u.mstances a simple, on line rush, drilled in advance, may be your best bet.

"At a lower level, the individual level, there are also a few tasks like that. The whole field of combat demolitions is dangerous enough to justify drilling troops to do it perfectly every time. The time to put on a gas mask is about that critical, too. Although, if you want to see an interesting show, sometime have your troops come under a chemical attack when they are advancing at a crawl under fire, with inadequate cover and concealment. Our boys are already well drilled on immediate action for a chemical attack. I'd give odds that most of them stand up in direct fire to put on their masks. Hmmm. Maybe that's not such a good drill after all. See my point?"

Whether they really saw it or not, the officers and centurions nodded vigorously.

"Seven, 'only the very simple can work in war.' Clausewitz, as I'm sure you recognize. Complex drills simply won't work. Something will fail if a drill is too complex.

"Eighth, your enemy will adapt to your drills very quickly.

"Ninth and last, and why I'm not a drill enthusiast, is this: There is a mindset, common in many armies, which has no understanding of war as the chaos it is. To these people, everything is controllable, everything is predictable. They will forget that war is about prevailing against an armed enemy, who does not think about himself as a target set up to give you the best possible chance of success, but instead will do everything he can to thwart and destroy you. In peacetime maneuvers, these people and their units often do well, even better than those who see war more clearly. They then stretch the idea of drill beyond the legitimate limits it has, and try to make everything a drill, everything precise. Skills and purely measurable factors a.s.sume an unmerited importance. Leaders and troops are not trained to think think. Their moral moral faculties are not developed. faculties are not developed.

"Let me give you an example from Old Earth history. After the First World War there, the victorious French Army developed some very standardized drills for higher formations. The German Army examined these division level drills in wargames on maps and came to the conclusion that they were, most of the time, more effective than the more chaotic approach the Germans had favored. Nonetheless, the Germans didn't adopt the French methods. The French continued to drill; the Germans continued to treat war as uncontrollable chaos and trained their army accordingly. France fell in six weeks six weeks in 1940. So much for the efficacy of drill." in 1940. So much for the efficacy of drill."

Carrera's voice grew hard again, where it had softened as he lectured. "Here are my orders. To the staff and especially the operations and training staff: I want you to re-divide up the training areas, and especially the live fire training areas, such that no unit ever has to train the same problem on the same spot of ground within a year. Dan, I also want you to monitor that no unit does does train the same problem in the same way on the same spot within a year. I want you to relook the non-crew drills we may already have inst.i.tuted and get rid of any that do not meet the nine points of guidance I just gave you." train the same problem in the same way on the same spot within a year. I want you to relook the non-crew drills we may already have inst.i.tuted and get rid of any that do not meet the nine points of guidance I just gave you."

Carrera glanced around for his Inspector General. "You," he pointed, "are to change your orientation partly away from administrative inspections and more toward inspection of training, in accordance with my guidance.

"Remember this, IG: There are five functions to training; only five things we can expect out of training. One: Skill training Skill training, the individual, leader, and collective tasks that soldiers and units should be able to perform. Two: Conditioning Conditioning of individual non-conscious characteristics, att.i.tudes and the physical body. Three: of individual non-conscious characteristics, att.i.tudes and the physical body. Three: Development Development of conscious characteristics, judgment, determination, dedication, and so forth. Four: of conscious characteristics, judgment, determination, dedication, and so forth. Four: Testing Testing of doctrine and equipment. Five: of doctrine and equipment. Five: Selection Selection of leaders, of people for special or advanced training, of people to keep and of people to eliminate from the Legion. of leaders, of people for special or advanced training, of people to keep and of people to eliminate from the Legion.

"IG, there are no other reasons to train; everything we do in training must advance these causes.

"To the rest of you: if I discover you have not listened carefully, if I discover that you are not developing the mental and moral faculties of your units and your men, if I discover that you ever ever let training become routine, standardized and, in a phrase, mentally dulling, I will not only fire you, I will set you to turning large rocks into small ones, until you are old and gray." let training become routine, standardized and, in a phrase, mentally dulling, I will not only fire you, I will set you to turning large rocks into small ones, until you are old and gray."

"That's all."

Interlude

Clichy-sous-Bois, France, European Union, 13 July, 2078.

The Moslems had not, as many feared and others hoped for, ever become a majority within the European Union. For one thing, the United States and Australia, along with the Republic of Western Canada, had, after a time (and only for a time), refused to take more than a pittance in culturally Christian but politically social-democrat European immigrants. Moreover, the EU itself began to inst.i.tute border and emigration controls that even Stalin and Castro would have approved of. For another, the unsustainable social democratic state had not, in fact, been sustained. When elderly German or French citizens went hungry, the Moslems were bound to be starved.

This, of course, resulted in violence. But the Euros, always with that mix of bloodthirsty fanaticism lurking beneath the soft exterior, had traditions for dealing with ina.s.similable foreigners who caused trouble.

The Army and Foreign Legion trucks and buses, bearing two battalions of paras, three of infantry, one of engineers, and a lot lot of building material, showed up before dawn. In an operation well planned and well rehea.r.s.ed, the Moslem ghetto of Clichy-sous-Bois was surrounded, and the beginnings of a barbed wire fence put up, before the sun was much above the horizon. of building material, showed up before dawn. In an operation well planned and well rehea.r.s.ed, the Moslem ghetto of Clichy-sous-Bois was surrounded, and the beginnings of a barbed wire fence put up, before the sun was much above the horizon.

The welfare state required lots of young people and lots of taxes to support it. Unfortunately, both the ethos of the welfare state-which could have been called "Maximum License"-and the taxes which made raising a large family highly problematic, ensured that there could never be enough babies born to keep up that tax base.

There was a solution, of course, major immigration of young workers from elsewhere. This was a solution not without its problems, however. Those problems eventually became highly pressing, as when a group of Moslem "youths" burned down a few government buildings in Paris on Bastille Day.

And then someone remembered that foreign workers did not necessarily have to be free free to be useful. to be useful.

"Live with the new reality, Imam," said the legionnaire officer to the senior cleric in the banlieue banlieue. "You're people will be fed, if if they work. But you have abused our hospitality too much for us to allow you the freedom of our country any longer." they work. But you have abused our hospitality too much for us to allow you the freedom of our country any longer."

Nearby, more Army and Legion trucks and buses, joined now by police vehicles, dropped off Moslems by the hundreds who had been seized in the great sweep up.

"We will riot," answered the imam, huffily. "We will-"

The legionnaire cut him off. "You will maintain control or we will cut off your water, your heat, your food. There will be no riots."

"The conscience of the world-"

"Means nothing. You forgot, I think, that when we banned speech that might offend you and yours, we also took upon ourselves the power to ban any speech we desired to ban. Every silver lining has its cloud, Imam."

Chapter Four.

"War is pusillanimously carried on in this degenerate age; quarter is given; towns are taken and people spared; even in a storm, a woman can hardly hope for the benefit of a rape."-Philip Dormer Stanhope, Fourth Earl of Chesterfield

4/Intercalary/466 AC, Officers' and Centurions' Club, Camp Balboa, Ninewa, Sumer Carrera had extended his leave to spend local Christmas with his family. And he'd felt like a rat, too, camp-sick the whole time for his army and guilty that all those deployed couldn't be home with their their families. families.

Patricio Carrera, Dux Dux, in Latin, or Duque Duque, in Spanish, commander of the deployed portion of the Legion del Cid Legion del Cid, drummed his fingers with irritation while watching the projection screen set up in the main room of the club.

"What are you going to do if you win, Adnan?" Carrera asked of the Sumeri, Adnan Sada, seated to his right.

"To answer that question, Patricio, you have to answer the question of why the people would have voted for me."

"Because here, in Ninewa and over in Pumbadeta provinces we've got relative peace?"

Sada laughed, slightly and cynically. "That's a part of it, too, of course. But the real reason, only somewhat related to that, is that I am not a nut, either tribalist, sectarian, fascist or leftist, that I am not really a democrat, and that I am ruthless enough to hold things together. If they vote for me, they're voting to hold the country together, whatever it takes. They're also voting to get rid of this experiment in parliamentary democracy which scares the living s.h.i.t out of most of them."

"You mean they want want to have 'one man, one vote, once'?" to have 'one man, one vote, once'?"

"Pretty much," Sada agreed, then amended, "or rather, they don't don't want there to be a chance for the rise of the sort of lunatics democracy tends to throw up in this kind of society. They also want their traditions and their tribes respected. They want someone able to keep the Farsi at bay; yes, even the ones who share sect with the Farsi would prefer being a majority in a non-sectarian Sumer to being an Arab minority in a non-Arab state." want there to be a chance for the rise of the sort of lunatics democracy tends to throw up in this kind of society. They also want their traditions and their tribes respected. They want someone able to keep the Farsi at bay; yes, even the ones who share sect with the Farsi would prefer being a majority in a non-sectarian Sumer to being an Arab minority in a non-Arab state."

"Are you planning on de-socializing?"

"There's no way to," Sada answered, definitively, "not entirely. It's the curse of a single-resource economy. When someone tells me how to divide up the oil without just pouring money into corrupt hands..."

Sada's face suddenly looked grim as his voice acquired a hint of despair.

"Most Arabs, you know, think Allah gave us the oil as a special gift because he loves us. I suspect he gave it to us as a trap because he hates us."

Carrera looked down, thinking, Balboa, too, is something of a single resource country, the Transitway. The other major income producer, the Legion, is not, strictly speaking, a part of the economy. How would Balboa divide the Transitway? When they've tried it just meant huge bribes for private profit. Balboa, too, is something of a single resource country, the Transitway. The other major income producer, the Legion, is not, strictly speaking, a part of the economy. How would Balboa divide the Transitway? When they've tried it just meant huge bribes for private profit.

Sada continued, "I am am of a mind to de-socialize most of those things the previous government took control of; agriculture, construction, liquor distilling. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to buy a decent local beer and whiskey someday, rather than having to rely on the Legion's unofficial imports." of a mind to de-socialize most of those things the previous government took control of; agriculture, construction, liquor distilling. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to buy a decent local beer and whiskey someday, rather than having to rely on the Legion's unofficial imports."

Sada was not one of those Moslems who took the proscription against alcohol too very seriously.

"In any case," Sada finished, "I will deliberately wreck this doomed-to-fail, absolutely impossible experiment in parliamentarianism and work to create what can work, a federation of the tribes with a national army. And, after all, what the h.e.l.l difference what kind of government we have provided it doesn't try to govern much much? I will never never be able to eradicate corruption so I'll just have to work with it, even to regularize it." be able to eradicate corruption so I'll just have to work with it, even to regularize it."

That sparked a thought for Carrera. When the day comes, as it will, when the government of Balboa has to go, how will Parilla and I organize the country? Around the provinces that, outside of When the day comes, as it will, when the government of Balboa has to go, how will Parilla and I organize the country? Around the provinces that, outside of Valle de la Luna, Valle de la Luna, don't mean much? Around the don't mean much? Around the tercios tercios of the legions? It's something to think on. Of course, first we'll have to fight the Taurans who are only in Balboa to ensure we can't get rid of the government. of the legions? It's something to think on. Of course, first we'll have to fight the Taurans who are only in Balboa to ensure we can't get rid of the government.

Carrera's thoughts were interrupted by a loud cheer and some warbling from the female serving staff at the club, which included several dozen Sumeri hookers, war widows mostly, that the Legion had taken under its wing. He looked up and saw that the main screen showed election returns from Pumbadeta and its environs; a sweep for Sada.

"They appreciate that, as far as they can tell, I saved them from appreciate that, as far as they can tell, I saved them from you you," Sada commented, with a grin.

It was true enough. Without Sada's personal example and intervention Carrera had had been determined to kill every Pumbadetan male capable of sprouting a beard. And they'd known it. been determined to kill every Pumbadetan male capable of sprouting a beard. And they'd known it.

Nice to see they pay their debts, Carrera thought.

There was another cheer, and more female warbling, as the results for Ninewa were shown on the screen. It was rather more subdued, though. There had never been any doubt of how the base province for Sada's own force, now a near mirror image of Carrera's, would vote.

"Babel is the real question," Sada observed. "It's going to be close."

The officers and senior non-coms-centurions, sergeants-major, signifers, tribunes, and legates-couldn't have been more interested in watching the election results on the main room's four meter projection screen than they would have been if the election had been held in their base country of Balboa. After all, it was their their man, man, their their ally, Adnan Sada, running for the highest office in the Republic of Sumer. ally, Adnan Sada, running for the highest office in the Republic of Sumer.

Surrounded by the others, Carrera's and Sada's fingers continued to drum. Watching the numbers shift was as nerve wracking as any battle.

No, thought Carrera. thought Carrera. It's It's more more nerve-wracking than a battle. For in battle I have control, a control I know how to use to good effect. Here, with this election, I have little. nerve-wracking than a battle. For in battle I have control, a control I know how to use to good effect. Here, with this election, I have little. Unconsciously, he stopped the drumming with his right hand, moving the thumbnail to his teeth to nibble. Unconsciously, he stopped the drumming with his right hand, moving the thumbnail to his teeth to nibble.

Sitting to Carrera's left, Sergeant Major McNamara noticed the nervous biting and, thinking to kill two birds with one stone, poured a fresh drink into the crystal gla.s.s on the arm rest between them. The whiskey made tinkling sounds as it splashed over the ice.

Thank G.o.d, John McNamara thought, that he's cut down on the drinking since seven years ago. that he's cut down on the drinking since seven years ago.

Still unconsciously, Carrera stopped his nail gnawing to pick up the gla.s.s. Unseen by Carrera, Sergeant Major McNamara smiled slightly at the Sumeri, Qabaash, seated behind Sada. Qabaash rarely smiled outside of battle. He did offer his gla.s.s behind Carrera's back to McNamara for a refill.

"Heretic," Carrera whispered when he turned saw the drink in Qabaash's hand.