R H Auslander has woven an interesting tale of Sevastopol in late February 2014. The author’s extensive knowledge of the tactics and protocol of both the Russian and NATO side of the event becomes clear as the story unfolds, as does his knowledge of Russian culture.
The fate in early March of the NATO forces stationed in Fiodosya on the south coast of Krimea is known, but what happened to the NATO enclave in Sevastopol in February? The US Marines in the enclave, located on Ulitsya Simonok in Rahdio Gorka Region on north side of the harbor, had been ordered at dawn on 23 February by the Sevastopol government to leave the city in two days, which they refused to do. They were gone from Sevastopol and Krimea by sunrise of 24 February.
In Soviet times, readers of the news were adept at reading the news and finding the nuggets of truth. That skill is useful when reading this tale. Is this story true? Only the author, and those who may or may not have been involved in an event that may or may not have happened, know for sure.
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"You see, we don’t like you, we don’t like the idea of you being in our city and we know what you are here for. It will not work, Tovarich Kapitan, it will not work. Why is your ship, his name is Klakring, thirty kilometers west of our harbor? Is he there to bring you more Marines so you can try to take my city? I am not the one who is insane, my good Marine, you are the one who is insane, you and your superior officers who ordered you to come to my city. You have been in my city for almost six months, some of your now prisoner comrades have been here for a year. You learned nothing while you were here? You believed your own propaganda about us?”
“Know this, Marine. We will fight you, if needs be we will fight you alone and to the death. You may take this city but what you will get is a smoking ruin where we will fight you for every house, every cottage, every wall, every back alley, every window, every hill, every ditch and every dacha garden. You will be safe nowhere. Sevastopol will be your grave, Marine, you and all of your comrades, it will make Stalingrad look like a kindergarten tea party. Now you wait right here, I must check on your wounded.” She gave him a sweet smile as she stood.