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e satellites were used to evaluate Soviet grain crops； but that happened later in the year。 The Russians knew it also； since it had been in the open press for over a decade； explaining why there was a team of agronomists in the U。S。 Department of Agriculture with Special Intelligence…partmented security clearance。
〃Kind of late in the season to do that； isn't it？ I mean； will it do any good to give 'em this land this time of year？〃
〃I got these a week ago。 I think they're a little older than that。 This is about the time most of their farms start planting。 It stays cold there quite a long time； remember； but the high latitudes make up for it with longer summer days。 Assume that this is a nationwide move on their part。 Evaluate that for me； Bob。〃 The colonel's eyes narrowed briefly。
〃Smart move on their part； obviously。 It could solve a lot of their food supply problems； particularly for…truck…farm。 stuff； I guess； tomatoes； onions； that sort of thing。〃
〃Maybe。 You might also note that this sort of farming is manpower intensive but not machinery…intensive。 What about the demographic aspect of the move？〃
Toland blinked。 There was a tendency in the U。S。 Navy to assume that since they made their living by charging into machine…gun fire； Marines were dumb。 〃Most of the kokolzniki are relatively old folks。 The median age is in the late forties； early fifties。 So most of the private plots are managed by the older people； while the mechanized work； like driving the bines and trucks…〃
〃Which pays a hell of a lot better。〃
〃…is done by the younger workers。 You're telling me that this way they can increase some food production without the younger men。。。of military service age。〃
〃One way to look at it；〃 Lowe said。 〃Politically it's dynamite。 You can't take away things people already have。 Back in the early sixties； a rumor…wasn't even true…got started to the effect that Khrushchev was going to reduce or eliminate the private plots those poor bastards get。 There was hell to pay！ I was in the language school at Monterey then； and I remember the Russian papers that came through the language school。 They spent weeks denying the story。 Those private plots are the most productive sector of their agricultural system。 Less than two percent of their arable land； it produces about half of their fruit and potatoes； more than a third of their eggs； vegetables； and meat。 Hell； it's the only part of the damned agricultural system that works。 The bigshots over there have known for years that by doing this they could solve their food shortage problems； and still they haven't done it for political reasons。 They couldn't run the risk of State sponsorship for a whole new generation of kulaks。 Until now。 But it appears they've done it without making a formal announcement。 And it just so happens that they're increasing their military readiness at the same time。 I never believe in coincidences； even when I'm a dumb line officer running across a beach。〃
Lowe's uniform blouse hung in the er。 Toland sipped at his coffee and surveyed its four rows of decorations。 There were three repeat pips on his Vietnam service ribbon。 And a Navy Cross。 Dressed in the olive…green sweater affected by Marine officers； Lowe was not a big man； and his Midwest accent gave evidence of a relaxed； almost bored outlook on life。 But his brown eyes said something else entirely。 Colonel Lowe was thinking along Toland's lines already； and he was not the least happy about it。
〃Chuck； if they are really preparing for some action…action on a large scale； they just can't mess with a few colonels。 Something else will start showing up。 They'll have to do some work at the bottom； too。〃
〃Yeah； that's the next thing we have to look for。 I sent a request into DIA yesterday。 From now on； when Red Star es out； the attach？ in Moscow will send a photo…facsimile to us via satellite。 If they start doing that； it'll sure as hell turn up in Kraznaya Zvesda。 Bob； I think you've opened a very interesting can of worms； and you're not going to be alone examining it。〃
Toland finished his coffee。 The Soviets had taken an entire class of fleet ballistic missile submarines out of service。 They were conducting arms talks in Vienna。 They were buying grain from America and Canada under surprisingly favorable terms； even allowing American hulls to handle 20 percent of the cargo。 How did this jibe with the signs he had seen？ Logically it didn't； except in one specific case…and that wasn't possible。 Was it？
SHPOLA； THE UKRAINE
The crashing sound of the 125mm tank gun was enough to strip the hair off your head； Alekseyev thought； but after five hours of running this exercise； it came through his ear protectors as a dull ringing sound。 This morning the ground had been covered with grass and dotted with new saplings； but now it was a uniform wasteland of mud； marked only with the tread marks of T…80 main battle tanks and BMP armored infantry fighting vehicles。 Three times the regiment had run this exercise； simulating a frontal assault of tanks and mounted infantry against an enemy of equal strength。 Ninety mobile guns had supplied fire support； along with a battery of rocket launchers。 Three times。
Alekseyev turned； removing his helmet and earmuffs to look at the regimental mander。 〃A Guards regiment； eh； rade Colonel？ Elite soldiers of the Red Army？ These tit…sucking children couldn't guard a Turkish whorehouse； much less do anything worthwhile inside of it！ And what have you been doing for the past four years manding this rolling circus； rade Colonel？ You have learned to kill your whole mand three times！ Your artillery observers are not located properly。 Your tanks and infantry carriers still can't coordinate their movements； and your tank gunners can't find targets three meters high！ If that had been a NATO force holding that ridge； you and your mand would be dead！〃 Alekseyev examined the colonel's face。 His demeanor was changing from red…fear to white…anger。 Good。 〃The loss of these people is no great penalty for the State； but that is valuable equipment； burning valuable fuel； shooting valuable ordnance； and taking up my valuable time！ rade Colonel； I must leave you now。 First I will throw up。 Then I will fly to my mand post。 I will be back。 When I e back； we will run this exercise again。 Your men will perform properly； rade Colonel； or you will spend the rest of your miserable life counting trees！〃
Alekseyev stomped off； not even acknowledging the colonel's salute。 His adjutant； a full colonel of tank troops； held open the door and got in behind his boss。
〃Shaping up rather well； eh？〃 Alekseyev asked。
〃Not well enough； but there has been progress；〃 the colonel allowed。 〃They have only another six weeks before they have to start moving west。〃
It was the wrong thing to say。 Alekseyev had spent two weeks chivvying this division toward bat readiness； only to learn the day before that it had been allocated to Germany instead of toward his own as…yet inplete plan to descend into Iraq and Iran。 Already four divisions…all of his elite Guards tank units…had been taken away； and each change in CINC…Southwest's order of battle forced him to restructure his own plan for the Gulf An endless circle。 He was being forced to select less…ready units； forcing Alekseyev to devote more time to unit training and less time to the plan that had to be pleted in another two weeks。
〃Those men are going to have a very busy six weeks。 What about the mander？〃 the colonel asked。
Alekseyev shrugged。 〃He's been in this job too long。 Forty…five is too old for this kind of mand； and he reads his fucking parade manuals too much instead of going out in the field。 But a good man。 Too good to be sent counting trees。〃 Alekseyev chuckled heavily。 It was a Russian saying that dated back to the czars。 People exiled to Siberia were said to have nothing to do but count trees。 Another of the things Lenin had changed。 Now people in the Gulag had plenty to do。 〃The last two times they did well enough to succeed； I think。 This regiment will be ready； along with the whole division。〃
USS PHARRIS
〃Bridge； sonar： we have a contact bearing zero…nine…four！〃 announced a voice on the bulkhead…mounted speaker。 mander Morris turned in his elevated swivel chair to watch his officer of the deck respond。
The OOD trained his binoculars to the direction of the contact。 There was nothing there： 〃Bearing is clear。〃
Morris got up from his chair。 〃Set Condition I…AS。〃
〃Aye aye。 Battle Stations；〃 the OOD acknowledged the order。 The boatswain's…mate…of…the…watch walked to the announcing system； and blew a three…note whistle on his bosun's pipe into the speaker。 〃General Quarters； General Quarters； all hands man your battle stations for anti…submarine warfare。〃 The alarm gong came next； and a quiet forenoon watch ended。
Morris went aft； down the ladder to the bat Information Center； or CIC。 His executive officer would take the conn at the bridge； allowing the captain to control the ship's weapons and sensors from her tactical nerve center。 All over the ship； men were running to stations。 Watertight doors and hatches were dropped into place and dogged down to give the ship full watertight integrity。 Damage…control parties donned emergency equipment。 It took just over four