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and a
storage tank of high grade diesel fuel for their appliances at the docks
because the local stuff cannot be relied upon.” He looked very smug as he
continued.
“You really can’t have rockets blowing up because the
fire engine broke down on the way because of dodgy diesel.”
Li shook his head. “I bet you were bullied at school
for being a swat, weren’t you?”
“It was in the
intelligence briefing we had back in April.” said Huaiqing waving a
well-thumbed notebook.
“That doesn’t mean you had to write it down.”
“I had to…the snoring from all the naval officers was
making it too hard to memorise.”
All armies have to have a structured method of passing
on orders in a way that gets the information across in a logical fashion.
Everyone has to know the ‘What’, ‘When’, ‘Where’ and ‘How’, and who does what,
and when, and how.
‘Why’ does feature, but far less than a career
civilian would expect.
Jie had written headings in his notebook, the Chinese
military’s equivalent of ‘Ground’, ‘Situation’, ‘Mission’, ‘Execution’,
‘Service Support’ and ‘Command & Signals’ with sub-headings to those
headings along with sub-headings to the sub-headings. The British call this ‘a
set of orders’ and the process of briefing troops from them is known as an ‘O’ Group. China
trains its leaders to brief troops along fairly similar lines.
‘Execution’ is all about who does what, and when, and
this is a fairly comprehensive section. It includes a sub heading entitled
‘Actions on:- ‘ which is meant to cover all eventualities, all possible scenarios that
may occur and endanger the successful execution of the mission.
A further hour
put finer detail onto the plan and they both agreed that fueling the two submarines before withdrawing to a safe distance and putting a pair of
shallow set torpedoes into the Fliterland was a long shot, but Dai had
a good chance of getting the bridge demolition team ashore and sinking the
freighter at its moorings.
Li pursed his lips, frowning and looking at the map,
folded to show the coastline from Kourou to the border with Suriname. It had
been far easier being second-in-command, he decided as he tried to think of
alternatives.
Jie reached across and unfolded the map fully.
“I find that looking at the big picture helps me
put the little picture into focus, and the only truly accurate way to do that
is for you to put yourself in the enemy commander’s shoes.” A big green mass
with few roads once you got ten miles from the coast was what the map
represented.
“As the French commander I have nearly one thousand
two hundred kilometers of border to guard, including
four hundred and fifty kilometers of beaches that are
nearly all suitable for amphibious operations of one form or another, and I have two regiments, who don’t play well together, with
which to do it... aussi facile
que la peinture sur l'eau… ‘easy as
painting on water’, as the French say.” Jie explained. “The beach will be the
easier part of my mission. I won’t have to deal with mines, wire and a whole
regiment shooting at me…,” he grinned broadly and added, “…unless I’m really,
really unlucky!”
He would of course proceed with caution as it would be
a great shame to have come all this way just to be rumbled at the last by an
OP, a sentry or a roving foot patrol.
There was of course the element of the bizarre which
had a way of throwing spanners in the works too.
He knew all about the Israeli arrest operation of an
Arab militant that had been compromised by five hundred novices and nuns at a
convent’s beach barbecue.
Some things just aren’t catered for in the ‘Actions
on:-’ section of an ‘O’ Group.
There was another knock on the door of the captain’s
cabin and this time it was a signaler handing over a
slip of message pad.
It was the response to his query to fleet headquarters.
Li read
storage tank of high grade diesel fuel for their appliances at the docks
because the local stuff cannot be relied upon.” He looked very smug as he
continued.
“You really can’t have rockets blowing up because the
fire engine broke down on the way because of dodgy diesel.”
Li shook his head. “I bet you were bullied at school
for being a swat, weren’t you?”
“It was in the
intelligence briefing we had back in April.” said Huaiqing waving a
well-thumbed notebook.
“That doesn’t mean you had to write it down.”
“I had to…the snoring from all the naval officers was
making it too hard to memorise.”
All armies have to have a structured method of passing
on orders in a way that gets the information across in a logical fashion.
Everyone has to know the ‘What’, ‘When’, ‘Where’ and ‘How’, and who does what,
and when, and how.
‘Why’ does feature, but far less than a career
civilian would expect.
Jie had written headings in his notebook, the Chinese
military’s equivalent of ‘Ground’, ‘Situation’, ‘Mission’, ‘Execution’,
‘Service Support’ and ‘Command & Signals’ with sub-headings to those
headings along with sub-headings to the sub-headings. The British call this ‘a
set of orders’ and the process of briefing troops from them is known as an ‘O’ Group. China
trains its leaders to brief troops along fairly similar lines.
‘Execution’ is all about who does what, and when, and
this is a fairly comprehensive section. It includes a sub heading entitled
‘Actions on:- ‘ which is meant to cover all eventualities, all possible scenarios that
may occur and endanger the successful execution of the mission.
A further hour
put finer detail onto the plan and they both agreed that fueling the two submarines before withdrawing to a safe distance and putting a pair of
shallow set torpedoes into the Fliterland was a long shot, but Dai had
a good chance of getting the bridge demolition team ashore and sinking the
freighter at its moorings.
Li pursed his lips, frowning and looking at the map,
folded to show the coastline from Kourou to the border with Suriname. It had
been far easier being second-in-command, he decided as he tried to think of
alternatives.
Jie reached across and unfolded the map fully.
“I find that looking at the big picture helps me
put the little picture into focus, and the only truly accurate way to do that
is for you to put yourself in the enemy commander’s shoes.” A big green mass
with few roads once you got ten miles from the coast was what the map
represented.
“As the French commander I have nearly one thousand
two hundred kilometers of border to guard, including
four hundred and fifty kilometers of beaches that are
nearly all suitable for amphibious operations of one form or another, and I have two regiments, who don’t play well together, with
which to do it... aussi facile
que la peinture sur l'eau… ‘easy as
painting on water’, as the French say.” Jie explained. “The beach will be the
easier part of my mission. I won’t have to deal with mines, wire and a whole
regiment shooting at me…,” he grinned broadly and added, “…unless I’m really,
really unlucky!”
He would of course proceed with caution as it would be
a great shame to have come all this way just to be rumbled at the last by an
OP, a sentry or a roving foot patrol.
There was of course the element of the bizarre which
had a way of throwing spanners in the works too.
He knew all about the Israeli arrest operation of an
Arab militant that had been compromised by five hundred novices and nuns at a
convent’s beach barbecue.
Some things just aren’t catered for in the ‘Actions
on:-’ section of an ‘O’ Group.
There was another knock on the door of the captain’s
cabin and this time it was a signaler handing over a
slip of message pad.
It was the response to his query to fleet headquarters.
Li read
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