“It is our wish to change that state. It is our wish to restore dignity to our great motherland. To bring freedom and self-respect. To remove the yoke of terror and slavery. To free Russia. ”
Felix lifted his hands from his sides-an elegant all-encompassing gesture. “We do not intend to restore a czarist dictatorship to the throne of St. Petersburg-to replace one tyranny with another. Our sole aim is to depose the Stalinists-to open Mother Russia to liberty and to make it possible for our homeland to choose its own freely elected government.
“I was chosen to lead this movement by the leaders of the Free Russian Movement in Exile. I think you know who we all are. We’re not a secret cabal. The heads of all the principal exile groups are participants in this movement-the Socialists, the conservatives, the liberal wings-all of us have banded together with one common goaclass="underline" the liberation of the motherland.”
They were breathless now-some of them had spent their lives waiting to hear these words.
Felix said: “There are just over one hundred of us in this building. It is up to us, and us alone, to bring freedom to Russia. We hundred men have been asked to change the lives of hundreds of millions.
“I shall be at the controls of the leading aircraft when we go to do battle with the Bolshevik devils. I do not ask you to go to war and fight for me. I ask you to follow me into the battle. It was felt I should lead you because the people of Russia might respond to me-to my name. But I do not ask you to follow me out of any idea of loyalty to my person or to the dynasty of the Romanovs. I ask you to join out of love for Mother Russia. And if I fail you I expect to be treated accordingly.
“I have told you what it is that we intend to do. Now General Alexsander Danilov will tell you how we intend to do it.”
When he mounted the platform Alex held himself suitably erect but Felix turned and offered his arms and Alex accepted the bear hug with more than simple formality. He was overwhelmingly proud of the young prince. It had been a fine speech: brief, strong, candid, whole. It had electrified every man in the vast hangar.
Some of the officers had beads of sweat on their foreheads. Sergei Bulygin-holding a pennant standard at the right end of the formation-had tears on his cheeks and was beaming with a pride he seemed almost unable to contain. Pappy Johnson, who neither spoke nor understood Russian, stood agape: Spaight had been murmuring a translation in his ear.
Their emotions had been brought to a peak; now he had to steady them-get their intellects working.
He said, “Rigid security is now in force. All leaves and passes are canceled and any unauthorized contact with persons outside this unit will be treated as a court-martial offense. This stricture applies to officers as well as enlisted men. You are not to communicate with anybody about anything. You are not to speak one word to anyone outside this unit. That applies to your former comrades in the regiment as well as to outsiders. No one outside this room is privy to our plans and we must keep it that way. Our area will be guarded by sentries from the remainder of the regiment but you are not to speak to those sentries except to identify yourselves when it is necessary to pass through their positions. Are there any questions?”
No one spoke: no one moved.
“You have all volunteered blind for this mission-not knowing the nature of it when you agreed to stand forward. But I have to remind you that it is too late now to change your minds unless you are prepared to spend several months in solitary confinement. That alternative is offered to anyone who prefers it. It is not a punishment, it is a means of insuring that our plans are not leaked until after the mission has been completed. Questions?”
Again there were none; he shifted his stance to take weight off the bad leg. “Very well. The mission is twofold. Part One is the isolation and destruction of the Bolshevik leadership-Stalin and his key aides. Part Two is the seizure and operation of key headquarters and centers of communication.
“Part One is solely the concern of our fourteen pilots and their combat leader, Prince Felix Romanov. Stalin will be attacked and destroyed from the air, by bombardment. The details of that scheme are not important to the rest of you.
“Part Two requires the engagement of sixty-eight of you-officers and men-on the ground. These sixty-eight will be dropped into selected spots by parachute. Wearing Red Army uniforms and carrying forged papers, you will infiltrate headquarters of the Red Army and centers of wireless and print communications. You will neutralize the occupants, taking them by surprise, and you will take over the operations of those centers until you can be relieved by a second wave who will arrive when they have received the signal that the mission has been accomplished.
“The second wave will not consist of men from this unit. It will be manned primarily by military and political leaders who are prepared to take over the reins of the Russian government. As Prince Felix has told you the identities of these men are not secret. They include Prince Leon Kirov, Baron Oleg Zimovoi, Count Anatol Markov and quite a number of others. Prince Felix Romanov will become head of government. I will command the Armies of Russia until such time as we are able to reorganize the General Staff. The German Army must continue to be resisted in the field.
“I have told you that the plan requires sixty eight men from this unit. There are ninety-six of you here. The difference between those two figures represents those of you who will wash out during training. The sixty-eight men who effect the liberation will be the best among you. If you intend to be among them then you will need to be just a little better than the next man in training.
“Can sixty-eight men seize control of the largest country in the world? I would point out to you that Lenin did exactly that in nineteen-seventeen with just one hundred and fourteen shock troops. Do you think we can do as well, gentlemen?”
There was silence in the hangar after the echo of his question stopped reverberating-and then abruptly the room rang with a deafening roar from a hundred throats.
The word they shouted was “ Da! ”
After formation he retired to the partitioned office with Spaight and Pappy Johnson. Spaight said, “How long have I got?”
“Seven weeks starting Monday.”
“Jesus H. Christ on a crutch.”
“If you can’t do it you’d better say so. Right now.”
Spaight dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. Then he looked up. “God damn it the hell if I can’t.”
Pappy Johnson said, “Man I’m still trying to get my breath.”
“Get it fast,” Alex told him. “You’re going to be in the air fourteen hours a day.”
“Shee-yit.” Johnson was leaning against the sill on both hands. After a moment he gathered himself and turned about. “I got two problems right off, Skipper.”
“Name them.”
“First thing, I don’t speak but two words of Russian. No, three. Da, nyet and tovarich. ”
“And your accent’s atrocious,” Spaight remarked drily.
“How’m I supposed to train fifteen Russian pilots?”
Spaight said, “They’ve been attached to the Royal Air Force for a year and before that nearly all of them were flying combat in China or Spain. English is the international pilots’ language. You won’t have trouble with that.”
Pappy absorbed that. “The other thing ain’t so easy.” He turned to Alex. “Ain’t enough high-octane around here to taxi those Forts once around the ballroom. How can I teach them anything if I can’t get them off the ground?”
“You’ll have gasoline by the beginning of the week. In the meantime you’ll have your hands full setting up a ground school. Only five of them have ever flown bombers.”
“Five’s a lot better than none. One more thing then. Where’m I going to find grease monkeys who’ve laid eyes on a B-Seventeen?”
“Colonel Buckner has three ground-crew chiefs on the way here from Boeing. They should arrive tomorrow. Any more problems?”
“Is there anything you forgot to take care of?”
“We’ll spend the next seven weeks finding that out.”