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Chapters (12)
  1. The Annals of the Dinochrome Brigade
  2. CONTENTS
  3. A SHORT HISTORY OF THE BOLO FIGHTING MACHINES
  4. THE NIGHT OF THE TROLLS
  5. COURIER
  6. FIELD TEST
  7. THE LAST COMMAND
  8. A RELIC OF WAR
  9. COMBAT UNIT
  10. Also by Keith Laumer
  11. Dedication
  12. Keith Laumer(1925–1993)

“Now just let me get this quite straight, General. Having been denied authority to field-test this new device, you—or a subordinate, which amounts to the same thing—have placed the machine in the line of battle, in open defiance of the Council. This is a serious matter, General. Yes, of course it’s war, but to attempt to defend your actions now will merely exacerbate the matter. In any event—to return to your curious decision to defy Council authority and to reverse your own earlier position—it was yourself who assured me that no useful purpose could be served by fielding this experimental equipment; that the battle, and perhaps the war, and the very self-determination of West Continent are irretrievably lost. There is nothing we can do save accept the situation gracefully while decrying Chairman Smith’s decision to resort to force. Yes indeed, General, I should like to observe on the Main Tactical Display screen. Shall we go along?”

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“Now, there at center screen, Mr. Counselor, you see that big blue rectangular formation. Actually that’s the opening of Grand Crevasse, emerges through an ice tunnel, you know. Understand the Crevasse is a crustal fault, a part of the same formation that created the thermal sink from which the Complex draws its energy. Splendid spot for an ambush, of course, if we had the capability. Enemy has little option; like a highway in there—armor can move up at flank speed. Above, the badlands, where we must operate. Now, over to the left, you see that smoke, or dust or whatever. That represents the western limit of the unavoidable gap in General Bates’s line. Dust raised by maneuvering Mark XV’s, you understand. Obsolete equipment, but we’ll do what we can with them. Over to the right, in the distance there, we can make out our forward artillery emplacement of the Threshold Line. Pitiful, really. Yes, Mr. Counselor, there is indeed a gap precisely opposite the point where the lead units of the enemy are expected to appear. Clearly anything in their direct line of advance will be annihilated; thus General Bates has wisely chosen to dispose his forces to cover both enemy flanks, putting him in position to counterattack if opportunity offers. We must, after all, sir, use what we have. Theoretical arms programmed for fiscal ninety are of no use whatever today. Umm. As for that, one must be flexible, modifying plans to meet a shifting tactical situation. Faced with the prospect of seeing the enemy drive through our center and descend unopposed on the vital installations at Cold City, I have, as you see, decided to order General Bates to make use of the experimental Mark XX. Certainly—my decision entirely. I take full responsibility.”

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