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operations and training staff: I want you to re-divide up the training areas, and especially the live fire training areas, such that no unit ever has to train the same problem on the same spot of ground within a year. Dan, I also want you to monitor that no unit does train the same problem in the same way on the same spot within a year. I want you to relook the non-crew drills we may already have instituted and get rid of any that do not meet the nine points of guidance I just gave you.'

Carrera glanced around for his Inspector General. 'You,' he pointed, 'are to change your orientation partly away from administrative inspections and more toward inspection of training, in accordance with my guidance.

'Remember this, IG: There are five functions to training; only five things we can expect out of training. One: Skill training, the individual, leader, and collective tasks that soldiers and units should be able to perform. Two: Conditioning of individual non-conscious characteristics, attitudes and the physical body. Three: Development of conscious characteristics, judgment, determination, dedication, and so forth. Four: Testing of doctrine and equipment. Five: Selection of leaders, of people for special or advanced training, of people to keep and of people to eliminate from the Legion.

'IG, there are no other reasons to train; everything we do in training must advance these causes.

'To the rest of you: if I discover you have not listened carefully, if I discover that you are not developing the mental and moral faculties of your units and your men, if I discover that you ever let training become routine, standardized and, in a phrase, mentally dulling, I will not only fire you, I will set you to turning large rocks into small ones, until you are old and gray.'

'That's all.'

Interlude

Clichy-sous-Bois, France, European Union, 13 July, 2078.

The Moslems had not, as many feared and others hoped for, ever become a majority within the European Union. For one thing, the United States and Australia, along with the Republic of Western Canada, had, after a time (and only for a time), refused to take more than a pittance in culturally Christian but politically social-democrat European immigrants. Moreover, the EU itself began to institute border and emigration controls that even Stalin and Castro would have approved of. For another, the unsustainable social democratic state had not, in fact, been sustained. When elderly German or French citizens went hungry, the Moslems were bound to be starved.

This, of course, resulted in violence. But the Euros, always with that mix of bloodthirsty fanaticism lurking beneath the soft exterior, had traditions for dealing with inassimilable foreigners who caused trouble.

* * *

The Army and Foreign Legion trucks and buses, bearing two battalions of paras, three of infantry, one of engineers, and a lot of building material, showed up before dawn. In an operation well planned and well rehearsed, the Moslem ghetto of Clichy-sous-Bois was surrounded, and the beginnings of a barbed wire fence put up, before the sun was much above the horizon.

* * *

The welfare state required lots of young people and lots of taxes to support it. Unfortunately, both the ethos of the welfare state—which could have been called 'Maximum License'—and the taxes which made raising a large family highly problematic, ensured that there could never be enough babies born to keep up that tax base.

There was a solution, of course, major immigration of young workers from elsewhere. This was a solution not without its problems, however. Those problems eventually became highly pressing, as when a group of Moslem 'youths' burned down a few government buildings in Paris on Bastille Day.

And then someone remembered that foreign workers did not necessarily have to be free to be useful.

* * *

'Live with the new reality, Imam,' said the legionnaire officer to the senior cleric in the banlieue. 'You're people will be fed, if they work. But you have abused our hospitality too much for us to allow you the freedom of our country any longer.'

Nearby, more Army and Legion trucks and buses, joined now by police vehicles, dropped off Moslems by the hundreds who had been seized in the great sweep up.

'We will riot,' answered the imam, huffily. 'We will—'

The legionnaire cut him off. 'You will maintain control or we will cut off your water, your heat, your food. There will be no riots.'

'The conscience of the world —'

'Means nothing. You forgot, I think, that when we banned speech that might offend you and yours, we also took upon ourselves the power to ban any speech we desired to ban. Every silver lining has its cloud, Imam.'

Chapter Four

'War is pusillanimously carried on in this degenerate age; quarter is given; towns are taken and people spared; even in a storm, a woman can hardly hope for the benefit of a rape.'

—Philip Dormer Stanhope,

Fourth Earl of Chesterfield

4/Intercalary/466 AC, Officers' and Centurions' Club, Camp Balboa, Ninewa, Sumer

Carrera had extended his leave to spend local Christmas with his family. And he'd felt like a rat, too, camp-sick the whole time for his army and guilty that all those deployed couldn't be home with their families.

Patricio Carrera, Dux, in Latin, or Duque, in Spanish, commander of the deployed portion of the Legion del Cid, drummed his fingers with irritation while watching the projection screen set up in the main room of the club.

'What are you going to do if you win, Adnan?' Carrera asked of the Sumeri, Adnan Sada, seated to his right.

'To answer that question, Patricio, you have to answer the question of why the people would have voted for me.'

'Because here, in Ninewa and over in Pumbadeta provinces we've got relative peace?'

Sada laughed, slightly and cynically. 'That's a part of it, too, of course. But the real reason, only somewhat related to that, is that I am not a nut, either tribalist, sectarian, fascist or leftist, that I am not really a democrat, and that I am ruthless enough to hold things together. If they vote for me, they're voting to hold the country together, whatever it takes. They're also voting to get rid of this experiment in parliamentary democracy which scares the living shit out of most of them.'

'You mean they want to have 'one man, one vote, once'?'

'Pretty much,' Sada agreed, then amended, 'or rather, they don't want there to be a chance for the rise of the sort of lunatics democracy tends to throw up in this kind of society. They also want their traditions and their tribes respected. They want someone able to keep the Farsi at bay; yes, even the ones who share sect with the Farsi would prefer being a majority in a non-sectarian Sumer to being an Arab minority in a non-Arab state.'

'Are you planning on de-socializing?'

'There's no way to,' Sada answered, definitively, 'not entirely. It's the curse of a single-resource economy. When someone tells me how to divide up the oil without just pouring money into corrupt hands . . . '

Sada's face suddenly looked grim as his voice acquired a hint of despair.

'Most Arabs, you know, think Allah gave us the oil as a special gift because he loves us. I suspect he gave it to us as a trap because he hates us.'

Carrera looked down, thinking, Balboa, too, is something of a single resource country, the Transitway. The other major income producer, the Legion, is not, strictly speaking, a part of the economy. How would Balboa divide the