Bold action: from the eastern front

A cold morning

Author's note: its better to read this with war music in the background enjoy! ;)

January 7th 1941.
Dhruan presidential palace
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It was a cold morning for the president, but it did not matter. To him all that mattered was that he could regain his country's honor and final step out of the shadow of the union. After all, he had spent most of his terms reorganizing his army, navy and airforce. And now the only thing left stopping them is the Vespechann Union. The second largest and most powerfull nation in the world.

*Knock, knock!*

He turned towards the maroon painted door, eye's with determination and will power. 'This was it'... he thought to himself. The door opened and out came his most prized and revered field marshal.

"Herr. Wilton"

The field marshal said and with swift motion saluted the president. Afterwards, he laid down a map of the entire eastern front on his table. 700 miles of forest, farmland and moutains.

"Field marshal Faust. I thought general Chinum was with you?"

He asked.

"Unfortunately, logistic issue's north of the city of Turnerburg had occupied his table for months. As a result our tanks had not been able to cross even the third line of defence." he responded swiftly

"How unfortunate. But i trust our bombers are in position?" Wilton asked.

"Of course Herr. Wilton, however recent weather reports indicate we might need some of our planes to turn back. But i assure you sir that this mission will be a success. But... there is something i must ask sir."

"And what is it?" Wilton responded.

"Why must we stab them in the back like this? No doubt that those communists deserve it but... must we really resort to such treachery?"

Wilton sighed then proceeded to walk towards the window, the beautiful city of Rhurburg captured his gaze as people walked about their daily lives. He remembered when his father, before their relationship crumbled, would walk him through the streets to buy candy and food in the morning. His sightseeing was interrupted when 2 bomber's flew ahead. The latest model of their Panther high altitude bombers were a promising competition against the PAR-167 superbombers that the union bombers had, it also provided enough defense against the Tiger intercepters that their neighbors to the north Westin had

"Honor... is something that blinds a person, to really win a war. Ideology alone cannot win war's. It is strategy, tactics, willpower and strength that win's it."

Faust, seeing no reason to go down the rabbit hole simply nodded. As he was about to speak a knock was heard from the door, out came a private in his early twenties bearing new's

"Herr. Wilton, Herr. Faust, the 35th, 36th, 37th, 29th, 40th and other squadrons are ready to take off."

Faust then once again looked at Wilton

"Herr. Wilton, i will ask once again. Shall we proceed?"

Wilton looked outside to see the city again, he then looked back at the Field marshal

"Lets give them hell"

Field marshal Faust saluted then left the room. Wilton was alone with his thoughts

"Mother... We will get through this"
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Olgagrad radar station
4:20 AM

Olgagrad, once named Aerograd for housing one of the largest airforce in the entire eastern continent, renamed to Olgagrad for the city's hero Olga ven Hugo. At the heart of the city is the Hugo air and army station where a watch tower housed a large radar station. Inside 3 men were manning the station on high alert