Ch. 25 - Free City of Gdansk
Kessler rises with Czerny, returns the Frenchman's salute with an equally crisp one of his own, then retakes his seat as the Legionnaire steps out of the office, ready to receive his next visitor / appointment.
By the time that he emerges from the office it's already dark and there's still no sign of Karel Janku. The conversation with Czerny has given Kessler some things to think about, so, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of the Soviet winter jacket that he's now wearing, he walks through the lightly falling snow to the plot of land that serves as the Mad Dogs' graveyard, where he stands, in the dark, looks at the various markers that indicate where fallen comrades lie, a reminder that some Mad Dogs will be staying in Poland for ever. John McCarthy, Sabine Riedel, Frank Benucci. Other graves are freshly dug. Henry Voight, Tomas Andropov, the guy Pike, who Kessler had barely spoken to. Helmut Meyer's the freshest of them all. And then there were the others whose bodies were never recovered for burial, like Luis Ortega. Kessler pulls his hands out of his pockets, comes to attention, and renders a salute to the fallen, his eyes lingering on a piece of ground that will forever be sacred to the Mad Dogs for a long moment before he turns away.
Other thoughts, too, are filling his mind, each clamouring to claim the ascendancy. what about the people that they were leaving behind? Not Czerny and Walsh, could look after themselves, had made their decisions for their own reasons. But what about the Polish Mad Dogs? For sure, the offer to head west had been made to each of them. But what would Kessler had done if the tables had been turned? Left his beloved Germany to sail away to Poland? No, he would have stayed. As they are staying. Was he running out on them? Tearing down what he had fought so hard to build?
Ja, Gdańsk was in a better place than it was. Or so he liked to think. After all, he had to think that. They had picked their side in the Civil War, and that side had won. Maybe he hadn't agreed with every decision that Nowak had made since she had taken power. But things were better. Weren't they? Even if Ivan was still at the door. Maybe what BND was planning might help with that. Maybe.
It's not just the Mad Dogs is it? Their civilian tenants have put their trust in them. Put their trust in him. How many times had he said to them that they were important, that they would be defended? Who was going to defend them now? An American, a Frenchman, and a handful of Poles. Was he letting the civilians down? And Tymoshenko? Kessler had spoken about building a strong Gdańsk, a united Gdansk. A free Gdańsk. And now he was fucking off home with the job half done. Was he letting them all down?
The German Captain shakes his head, as though that would clear it of the demons lurking within, looks skywards, feels snowflakes landing on his face. Still no sign of Janku. He hopes that's not a bad omen. But he has a mission to brief. Aleksandar will be coming with them tonight. Auttenberg and Kaczka will stay and help Fox and Fischer keep the perimeter secure. Kessler will speak to them before they go, make sure they know that's important work too.
Ja, hold the perimeter. Until we're gone.
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