Our good friends are a font of bad news. While we were running for our lives from Kalisz and touring scenic Silesia the Reds pushed us hard. There are many, many divisions between us and Germany. This isn't as bad as it would have been in '95, a division can be anywhere from a couple of thousand to us (5th ID(M), hurrah!), but it means lots of angry Red-men between here and 'home'.
They can't or won't give us solid details on the condition our forces. Probably too security conscious, but maybe they don't know either. They did tell us that they've gotten reports that many Pact units are refusing or incapable of carrying out attacks and several have completely dissolved. Yay us, angry Reds and marauders.
We might be staying in Poland longer than I ever wanted to.
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The Cap has us looking for a place to stay, temporarily, but I figure it will be at least the winter and am looking accordingly. The Cap takes Leo and Alpha bit with her on her Warta job. That leaves Moon-Pie and Randi with me looking for a home. There is a lot of unoccupied real estate. You'd think that she'd let us have Alpha, who's built buildings and done home renovation, to check over the candidates... but NO!
Randi talks too much. The dude's been in town a few days, two weeks?, and he's already found a woman and shacked up. Bullshit.
Doc has been performing hearts and minds work. They have a small hospital running in the old city and she's volunteered to help them. She tells me they've set her up with a translator, a girl Jana something, and there are always ORMO guards around. I think there only is Dr. Krol and, maybe, a few nurses. He's seems glad to have the help.
August 7th, 2000
Home, sweet home. We've picked out a nice one. Guess who's doing the cleaning?
August 8th, 2000
I miss out on all the fun. Thank God!
That little network Cap set up hit pay dirt, stirred up the marauders, who trailed it back to the meet point and firefight ensued. Leo got shot up and has a bad case of road rash from where he was thrown out of the UAZ. They captured a few raiders and their truck.
But the fun doesn't stop there!
I'm told the Doc turned into a cacking mad-woman in the middle of the fight and was loudly and happily proclaiming that "I got to kill someone!" I thought she was so nice.
Anyway, their Warta contact got called out and together they hatched an idea. They now knew the marauders were on the underground levels of this train station. Since this is a city station a couple of rail lines also ran underground, max utility, minimum space. The marauders stowed their motor vehicles down there. So, we'll use their truck to get inside and take care of things.
CS gas in a confined space is a nasty thing. Most of the raiders were taken out by that alone. The few that could fight, and may of those that couldn't, were quickly overcome. Cap, Doc and Leo chased the survivors out into the refugee camp around the station. Again, I'm told Doc displayed unHippocratic tendencies. Leo also swears that cap browbeat a raider into surrendering. I'm sure staring down her M60 had nothing to do with it.
Then again, she has quite a set of lungs.
On the other hand, Doc hired Jana to help with the house and our Polish. Randi talks too much and works too little, hound dogging.
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