the first two World Wars, this time they are tired of war. They’ve spent fifteen years fighting in the Middle East, their President has promised the people no more wars. If he hopes his party wins the next election, he won’t send troops to our aid. His banks will demand if anything he sides with Merkel. I don’t think we can count on America to come to our aid.”
The five leaders agree to wait thirty days to see what, if any, progress Greece makes in their discussions with Merkel.
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In the small town of Poltava, located in Eastern Ukraine, a squad of US Special Forces troops, wearing Ukrainian army uniforms is watching and reporting on the Russian army reinforcements moving towards the front. Sergeant Gray aims his handheld laser on the third Russian T-90 main battle tank in a line of the new Russian main battle tanks, he whispers into the radio, “Delta Foxtrot Two, lit. Bring it on.”
His message is encrypted and burst to a US Military MilSat, which transmits it to Tampa, Florida, the home of SOCOM (Special Operations Command). The SOCOM commanding General responds, “engage.”
Circling 45,000 feet above Sergeant Gray are five armed Predator drones. The pilot and weapons operator are sitting in a trailer in Germany receive the ‘Go’ command from SOCOM. The weapons operator says, “We’re good to go, Hellfires are selected and ready.”
The pilot confirms, “Good, we’re clear to fire. All Predators are networked so each target is only hit once.”
The weapon’s officer smiles responding, “Roger, now firing.”
The Hellfire missiles leave the Predators guided by the sensor in the missile’s nose tuned to the frequency of the Sergeant's laser designator. The Hellfire follows the laser striking the top, the weakest spot on the T-90. The missile’s first warhead blasts a hole through the T-90’s thin upper armor and a layer of reactive armor. This allows the missile’s body and main warhead to penetrate the tank. The explosion of the Hellfire missile inside the tank sets off the stored main gun rounds in the tank’s turret. The explosion blows the turret off the stricken tank, killing the crew. Before the first tank’s turret lands, Sergeant Gray illuminates the next tank in the line. The Predator weapons operator fires another missile, killing another tank. The Special Operating Force team moves their lasers from tank to tank, within six minutes the road is littered with burning dead Russian tanks. Hundreds of millions of Rubles worth of brand new tanks litter the road.
The images of the destroyed Russian tanks are reviewed in Moscow by the Russian Minister of Defense, Sergey Shoigu. He slams his fist on the conference table. “Damn the Americans. Only they could have done this.”
Picking up the secure phone to the Kremlin, Shoigu says one word into the phone, “Putin.” His call is instantly connected to the President’s office.
President Putin answers his secure phone on its first ring, “Mr. Defense Minister what can I do for you?”
“Mr. President, the Americans have struck and destroyed a line of twenty-four T-90 tanks that were on the way to reinforce the front in Ukraine.”
“How can you be sure the Americans destroyed our tanks?”
“Only they could have taken them out with such precision and speed. It had to be either one of their stealth bombers or drones.”
“What proof do you have?”
“At this minute I have none. I’ve sent two experts to investigate the scene, they’ll take samples and be able to determine which weapons caused the destruction. I’m willing to bet we find some missile residue proving it was the Americans.”
“When you have the proof call me. What’s your backup plan to replace the lost armor?”
“Mr. President, we don’t have many of the new T-90 tanks available, I’m going to have to replace them with T-80s.”
“Where are the balance of the