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Swiss Federal Parliament: Bundershaus 5th Janauray 1936​

Albert Meyer, elected head of the Swiss government, strode into the large hall. He waved his hand as he entered to signal those who had stood up in his honor to sit down.
He wore a black gown, reminiscent to that of a headmasters, which swooped around his knee’s as he walked. Clasped under one arm were a number of bound documents whilst his free hand was used to pull him self up onto the podium where a stand awaited him which he rested the folders upon. He looked around him at the seated Federal Councilors, and remembered when he had once been amongst them. He smiled positively and thanked a clerk who brought him over a glass of water.

“Welcome my distinguished colleagues once again to this Federal Council. And may I firstly wish that you had a pleasurable Christmas and that you are ready to progress Switzerland this new year.” He spoke calmly, as if talking to friends.
There was a round of applause in the ranks of the Councilors which died down slowly.

“The first thing I would like to mention this Council is that of Switzerland’s economic policies. After all we aren’t an extortionately fortunate country through our natural resources but through positive, careful and safe banking.”
A murmur of agreement swept the council. Albert Meyer held up his hand for it to end.
He carried on, “but what I would like to discuss is the chance of getting the most out of
our limited resources, so that a little less pressure is put on the banks this year.
“Hear, hear” the council agreed. Albert Meyer proceeded to un-tie one of his bound documents and a smile crept upon his face as the papers slipped out into his hands. You could tell he had been waiting for this speech for many days.
He held up a piece of paper to show the councilors. “Now, In my hand here I have a document abut the French trade Embargo 1417b…..”
There was a loud bang and a crash. The large oak door which entered the Council room swung open and banged heavily against the wall. A dozen or so Swiss soldiers rushed in, weapons held menacingly against shoulders, fingers around triggers. They proceeded to surround the benches where the councilors sat and the exits from the podium. Albert Meyer and the Federal Councilors looked around in disbelief and horror.
When the soldiers halted, content in the positions they were, a smartly dressed Captain issued the order ‘all is as it should be and accounted for’. At this an extravagantly dressed Lt. Colonel strode in and received the salute from the Captain. In response Albert Meyer went to step down from the podium. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you Herr Chancellor Meyer if you value your life at all”. He stopped straight away. The majority of the Federal Councilors were standing, confusedly and nervously, gaping at the soldiers whose weapons were aimed at them.
The Lt.Colonel noticed the look on the Councilors faces and seemed taken aback. “Oh I am sorry, please forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Lt.Col Henry Constam, commander in chief of the Swiss II Armeekorps.”
“And what is it you want in here Herr Lt. Colonel” asked Meyer trying to put on a brave face, but a quiver could be detected in his voice”.
“I am here, sir, to ‘supervise’ the Swiss government” he said as if it was obvious.
“What do you mean, the Swiss government needs no supervision” Meyer stated a little more angrily then he wanted.
“Alas Herr Chancellor that is where you are wrong, the Swiss government needs all the care and supervision it can be given” he said calmly. He turned behind and whispered a command to the Captain.
The Captain tuned on his heel to face the soldiers. “Release safety catches, fire at will”. All together over a dozen safety catches were released in unison and as the Federal Councilors realized what was in store for them, many screamed and for a brief few seconds there was a pandemonium as they struggled to escape. The rounded Council chamber echoed with the ear splittingly noise form the rifles. The first volley of lead from the soldiers had more or less done its job, but the soldiers had to reload once more and finish it. At this last burst of fire, the Captain nodded to a Sergeant who then, followed by 3 others leapt into the benches used by the council and into the mass of blood and flesh, to hunt out those of the Federal Council who had avoided the wall of lead by hiding behind the benches. Two Councilors spotting the soldiers motives leapt up from behind the shelter of a bench and made for the door but were caught by the sergeant and another soldier who mercilessly clubbed them to the floor with there rifles, screams erupting from the victims until they were silent. For a few seconds afterwards a chilling silence hung over the scene of carnage.

Albert Meyer gazed in sheer bewilderment and absolute horror at what he had witnessed. He fell to his knees and vomited violently.
Lt.Col Constam ascended the podium taking no notice of the quivering wreck before him. He picked up the bundle of documents still on the stand and handed them to an aide. He then stared at the shaking Meyer who flinched when he saw who was behind him. “Herr Chancellor I hereby relive you of your duties to the nation of Switzerland, and proclaim that you are under arrest.” He signaled for two soldiers to pick Meyer up from the floor, who was shivering despite it being warm in the room. As he was led out by the soldiers towards the police van in the street which would take him into captivity he looked behind at the LT.COL, “you wont get away with this, just you wait until the rest of the government and the Swiss Army finds out about this, then you’ll be in trouble.”

“Oh on the contraire Herr Meyer I think they will all quite agree with what I am doing, after all why do you think the Federal Ministers couldn’t be here to day, and I think you’ll also find that FM Guisan and the Swiss Air force are co-operating completely. After all I have not undertaken this venture on my own.”

As Albert Meyer was bundled into the back of the police van and the doors shut and bolted the impact of the deceit hit him, he had been betrayed.

TO BE CONTINUED......

 

[TC Pilot]

You mean the Swiss will actualy DO something!? *dramatic music*

 

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This should be cool.

 

[Exterous]

You mean the Swiss will actualy DO something!? *dramatic music*

Sweet! Who knows how this will tilt the balance!

 

[Pud237]

This sounds good.

*subscribes*

 

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Hotel Bellevue Palace, Bern January 6th 1936​

The room was ornately wooden paneled and filled with plump, comfortable chairs of all sorts. Many old portraits hung on the walls, pictures of previous masters and owners of the hotel who had occupied the room. A crackling fire roared in a blackened, brick hearth and was a comfortable contrast to the blazing snow outside.
Lt.Col Henry Constam sat at his large, oak desk. His feet rested upon the leather embroidered upholstery and he stared intently at a portrait of Bern in the 18th Century which hung on the wall opposite, whilst calmly smoking a cigarette. ‘Not much had changed in the city’ he thought as he surveyed the old painting. ‘But hopefully that would change drastically within the next few years’.
His cigarette reached the butt and he took one more pull before reaching over for a marble ash tray and extinguishing it. He lifted his feet from the table and sat back into his chair. He liked this room and the hotel very much, very much indeed he thought.
On his desk was an ornamented ivory coated telephone, it purred loudly and he lent over to answer. “Yes, Lt.Col Constam speaking who is it?”
“Sir Air General Rinhner is in the lobby, he requests to see you” stated his personal secretary.
“Does he now, right well have one of the porter boys show him up and Gaston please get someone to bring a carafe of cognac and two glasses, thank you.”
“Jawhol, sir”. The phone rung off and the Lt.Col placed it back on its receiver.
He produced a silver cigarette case from his tunic, it had the Swiss cross engraved upon it, and flicked it open. He selected one before snapping it shut and depositing it in his tunic again. From in a draw he took out a silver timber box and struck a match. Blue smoke wafted in the air and rose towards the ceiling. The draw was slid shut with a muffled bump. A number of papers were piled neatly in a tray on the far end of the desk and he reached for them and began shuffling through them. He found what he was looking for and put it to one side, the others went back on the tray. He scanned the documents content quickly and nodded before taking a large pull on his cigarette and letting a large stream of smoke leave through his nose, making him look like a rampaging bull.
There was an inquisitive knock on the door of the office. “Come in” the Lt.Col said.
A Swiss soldier entered, rifle held crisply by his side. “Herr Lt.Col Air General Rihner is here”
“Let him in” he ordered.
“Jawhol” came the soldier’s reply who saluted smartly before leaving. He was replaced by Air General Rihner who entered a faint smile on his chubby face. He wore his Swiss Airforce uniform and a peaked cap hung above his eyes.
“Ah Herr Air General how do you fare”
“A great deal better than I did yesterday.” He replied, another smile expressed itself.
“Yes, I heard about your slight touch of the nerves”
“Yes well they have passed now and I feel grand”
“Grand, well that is good”. There was a knock and the Lt.Col gestured for Rihner to sit in a luxurious leather chair opposite the desk. “Come in” he replied to the knock.
Rihner looked around expecting someone to come through the door but was shocked when part of the wall to his left seemed to open and a servant with a carafe of cognac and two glasses on a silver dish came in”.
“Thankyou” the Lt.Col said to the man who placed them on the desk and left, the secret door closed with a creak.
The Lt.Col saw Rihners amazement and laughed.
“I would have expected such things in palaces Herr Lt.Col” said Rihner in surprise.
“Yes so did I, I was shocked when I found it yesterday. It leads down to the kitchens. It’s a good way for the servants not to be bothered by the guards.” He leant forwards and pulled the carafe towards him, without asking if he wanted any he poured to glasses and pushed one towards Rihner. They both took large sips. The Lt.Col put out his cigarette.
“Now, Herr Air General what is it I can do for you?”
Rihner put his glass down on the desk. “I was wondering, sir what is the situation in the country and how have things progressed, for at the air base in Geneva little is heard of what is going on”.
“You know curiosity killed the cat Herr Air General”. The Lt.Col smiled at his humor. “I shall enlighten you on our situation.” He took a large mouthful of cognac and refilled his glass before stepping out of his chair to stand. He paced the room, glass in hand.
“Yesterday as you well know I commanded the storming of the Bundershaus personally, although it was more of a mere charge. The fat cats in the Federal Council shat themselves as soon as we entered. Albert Meyer was even sick.” He did not tell Rihner why he had been sick though. “As was planned between my self and the Federal Ministers the Federal Council was eliminated and an end was put to there corruption. Albert Meyer was arrested, as we believe we might have use for him yet, and transports from your Squadron flew him down to imprisonment in Locarno. As we guessed the majority of the Swiss Armed forces decided to join the revolution on our side when they found out Field Marschall Guisan was with us, but however a few rouge battalions of Infantry swore there allegiance to Herr Meyers Federal Government and took up positions in Zurich which they have turned into a stronghold and already they have repulsed two attacks from us. But I have planned to send my II Armeekorps down there and seeing as all my divisions are Gerbirgsjager they should have a little more success in the mountainous region.”
“Who are the rouge battalions led by” Rihner asked nervously.
“Alas, they are led by your brother Lt.Col Eugene Rihner. I am sorry that you should have to have the dishonor of having a traitorous brother’.
‘But what will happen to him if you defeat them’. There was desperation in his voice.
‘Oh, Herr Air General, be sure we will defeat them, and naturally when captured he shall be executed for his traitorous deed”.
Rihner swallowed hard. He took a frantic gulp of cognac; “surely you could spare his life Herr Lt.Col. Could you not imprison him like Albert Meyer.” He pleaded.
“I am sorry Herr Air General but your brother had taken up arms against the revolution, Albert Meyer has not. Your brother will be executed as will all opponents to the glory we are bringing to Switzerland, if I make consencions to your brother think about all the other traitors whom would want the same.’
“But surely…”
“No he shall be executed as an example to all those who would ever think about taking up arms against the revolution. His death will be public and will serve as a deterrent to any anti -revolutionaries.” The Lt.Col drained his glass and placed it back on the desk. H e sat down and stared at Rihner. “Do I make my self clear, Herr Air General” he said in a cold, authoritive voice.”
“Yes, Yes you do” came the Air General’s reply in a hoarse whisper, he was fighting back tears.
“Please, do not take it personally.” The Lt.Col once more took out his silver cigarette case and selected one without offering one to his ‘guest’. It retuned to his pocket and the timber box came out again which also retuned to its ‘place’.
‘Now we shall talk no more about your turncoat brother and I advise you to abscond him from your heart. Other news from the revolution is that many of the Swiss people are in shock, but few have openly opposed it. As some one once said ‘a mere fish follows the tide’. We are in control of a large portion of Switzerland already and it is only a meager day into the ‘glory’. The Air General poured himself a glass of cognac, at first the Lt.Col was shocked at the rudeness but he let it pass blaming it to emotions Rihner was feeling. After all he thought he would be deeply upset if his brother was a traitor and was condemned to die, but he smiled as he thought of his younger brother an OberLeutnant in the German Whermacht and only 18. But then again the Lt.Col was a mere 23 years old and already a Lt.Col with a chestfull of medals. He finished his glass and remembered the document he had fished out from the tray. “Ah Herr Air General, I have just remembered I have a proposition for you. As currently we have no Air Minister, due to the unfortunate’s arrest and execution last night I thought I might offer a similar position in the new government to you. Although as the revolution is not completed nothing is sure but as for now you are in charge of the Swiss Air Force.
Rihner looked up, a smile transferred itself upon his lips and he thanked the Lt.Col who handed him the official document. “Hang that on your wall, get it framed, Herr AirForce Minister. He smiled and dismissed him.
The Lt.Col put out his cigarette in the ash tray and decided he would take a Turkish bath downstairs.

 

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You mean the Swiss will actualy DO something!? *dramatic music*

Hopefully more than jus something.

This should be cool.

I hope so.

Sweet! Who knows how this will tilt the balance!

Who knows? A Swiss Dominated Europe perhaps.

This sounds good.

*subscribes*

Tnaks for the encouragement.

 

[Mr.G 24]

Hogwash I believe it when I see it

Seeing how hopless you situation will be, im tuned in.

 

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You mean the Swiss will actualy DO something!? *dramatic music*

A full blown invasion of germany?

EDIT- Trooper whats the current strengh of your naval forces? Do they pose a threat to the royal navy?

 

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Hogwash I believe it when I see it

Seeing how hopless you situation will be, im tuned in.

I dont think the situations that bad isit? ISIT!!

A full blown invasion of germany?

EDIT- Trooper whats the current strengh of your naval forces? Do they pose a threat to the royal navy?

I have ammased a fleet of 450 fishing vessels, 200 bannana boats and a well crewed windsurfer. All awaiting orders on the lake Maggio by Locarno.

 

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On the outskirts of Zurich, near the Swiss Revolutionary frontline Jan 8th 1936.​

The noise of artillery fire snarled in the distance, with an interval in which small arms fire cackled. The rains of the previous month had turned the luscious green landscape into a brown, murky quagmire which was now frozen and icy. Wherever someone walked there was the crunch of ice.
Field Marschall Henry Guisan sat in an all terrain Metro which he had requisitioned from an arrogant Colonel a few hours previous. His faithful aide drove the vehicle skillfully, weaving in and out the clumps of traffic along the road which were heading towards the besieged city of Zurich. Gusian however was returning from the frontline to his headquarters, although he spent most of his time at the front not liking the lavishness of the building whilst his men had to do with a lot less. He checked his watch, a brilliant and expensive Swiss made one. He would be early he thought if they managed to doge the traffic. He looked behind him at a company of Infantrymen who saluted when they saw who it was. Many of these soldiers had only decided to join the revolution because he had and that made him feel extremely proud, and gave him a stronger sense of duty to those men. He was due to meet the newly appointed Swiss Air Force Minister Rihner, and had asked initially for the meeting to be held at the front but the offer had been declined as too dangerous. Guisan produced a leather coated cigarette case and slipped one between cracked lips. His aide took one arm off of the wheel to ignite it with a ‘Zippo’.
“Thankyou Frederich” he exclaimed, inhaling deeply. The sound of artillery fire stopped and Guisan looked at his watch. “Is it 5:30 already, by god it is” he said to no one in particular. At 5:30pm every day the artillery barrage ended for two hours for the ‘enemy’ to collect their wounded and for the revolutionaries to do so also. This was on Guisan’s order who liked to fight a fairly clean war.
The metro approached a large Manor house, which had domineering towers. It was surrounded by a large stone wall which had been turned into a rampart and guarded by a company of Swiss Infantryman although there was little chance of an attack. The entrance was marked by a large wrought iron gate and two guards, rifles slung began pushing the them open on seeing the FieldMarschall. The guards saluted as the metro drove through the gates and into a large courtyard. The manor was an old building which dated back to over 200 years and the owners an old Baron had offered it for the revolutionary cause, as he was a keen supporter. A large Swiss flag hung from a central window and the double flanking stairs which led to the large oak doored entrance, guarded by 4 or 5 soldiers. All in all it looked very militaristic. A guard came over to open the metro door for Guisan, but was waved back as Guisan leapt agiley over it disposing of his cigarette at the same time. He told Frederich to go and find something at the canteen and to be back here within an hour. Guisan ascended the stairs and received the salute which he replied to in the same manner. The large oak doors were opened and he passed though.

He entered onto a rich red carpet, a female secretary beckoned him once he was seen, “please, sir, the AirForce Minister is waiting for you in the ‘War Room’. It was called the war room but little military preparation was done there as most of it tended to be carried out in a small signals bunker near the frontline and then relayed back to the manor where it was plotted out. Guisan had to be shown the way by a clerk, which contested how little time he spent in his ‘HQ’.
When he entered the room which was lined by an assortment of tapestries he was accosted by Rihner. “Hello my friend” Rihner said cheerily.
“Hello Fabian, how are you old friend” Guisan replied. The two had known each other for many years, through dealing with each others departments.
“My humors are in balance and do me well”. He was smoking a cigar and took a large pull on it, releasing a small cloud of smoke in the room.
“I have just been looking at the maps of Zurich. They have turned it into quite a fortress.” He waved Guisan over to a large wooden table which was situated in the centre of the room. Sprawled across it were a number of maps, lists and little colored pins, as well as a number of coffee cups and ash full ashtrays dotted hear and there. Guisan followed him to the table.
Rihner stabbed a fat finger at a map of Zurich, “From this I gather that the eastern side of the city is the weakest point” he said.
“Indeed it is, but still quite some obstacle” Guisan explained.
“Yes, of course. And it doesn’t help that they managed to seize the 2nd Infantry’s entire arsenal of weapons when they captured the barracks in the town centre.”
“No, no it does not, I think that is one of the reasons we are having such a hard time pushing them back. They hold every building like the devil himself”.
“Undeniably but they are only men” declared Rihner.
“That they are, but your brother has turned them into quite a formidable force, if he wasn’t an anti- revolutionary I’d have cause to admire him.”
At these words Rihner went pink and muttered something unintelligible.
“You show you are a real revolutionary by being willing to battle against your brother, that I accredit you”.
Rihner bit his lip and stared at Guisan. “He is a fool for taking up arms against us and Lt.Col Constam had made it quite clear upon capture of Zurich he is too be arrested for execution.”
“He has taken to force against us” said Guisan calmly.
“Henry” Rihner’s voice changed to a plead. “Politics aside he is my older brother and I cannot let him be executed, I was wondering what with you being in charge of the assaults on the city, you could put out an order that if he be captured…..”
“NO” Guisan cut him off. “What you are implying is as bad as what your brother is doing, we would be shot immediately if found out and apart from that your brother and his men have already claimed the lives of 26 of my men and I want justice.”
“But you have the p..”
“I KNOW I HAVE THE FUCKING POWER TO SAVE YOUR BROTHER, BUT I WILL NOT” he shouted and the tapestries shook. Rihner looked stunned.
“I am sorry Fabian, I would help you save your brother in almost any other circumstance but not this one.” He said in a calmer fashion.
“I see, I should not have tried to you to bring you to deceive the revolution”. Rihner’s cheeriness had evaporated, he had truly thought his friend would help smuggle his brother to France, but it was not to be. “I am truly sorry”. He slumped in an armchair and stubbed out his cigar in an ash tray.
Guisan sat in a chair opposite, and leant forward. “Is this the reason you wished to meet me” he asked sympathetically.
Rinher nodded like a hurt schoolboy.
“I am sorry, really I am. But with you here I come to ask you a favor and if you are really a revolutionary then you will oblige.”
“What is it” asked Rihner dispassionately.
“I want you to move the 1st Heavy bomber squadron to Heidiland airfield. I want the city softened up before I send in another attack.”
“If I must” he replied wearily, “they’ll be there by midnight.”
“Good” exclaimed Guisan. “Now forget this nonsense about helping your brother, it will do you no good, his fate has been sealed.” Guisan stood up and patted Rihner’s shoulder with concern, “now I must get back to the front, look after yourself my friend, and have a safe journey back to Geneva.” He left the room.
Rihner didn’t look up but just stared at the floor, the door shut. He began to weep silently.

 

[TC Pilot]

Anyone know why in CORE, the Soviets can request access to Swiss naval shipyards to learn their technology?

 

[cthulhu]

The answer to your question TC Pilot is that the Soviets were not getting access to Swiss naval yards (how could they in a land locked country? But that of course was your point), they are however buying technology from the Swiss company Brown Boveri (the event erroneously refer to the company as ABB (at least it did in 0.81) but the Swedish company Asea didn't merge with Brown Boveri until 1988).

 

[TC Pilot]

But the event option says "Give them access to our naval yards" or something similiar to that

 

[cthulhu]

TC Pilot: I suppose you mean out of the Swiss perspective and that I know nothing of, I have only seen the Soviet version of the event. If you are sure, post your observation on the CORE forum. Sorry for the interruption A trooper.

 

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Interesting AAR. I wish you best of luck in this exploit.

 

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You going fascist?

 

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TC Pilot: I suppose you mean out of the Swiss perspective and that I know nothing of, I have only seen the Soviet version of the event. If you are sure, post your observation on the CORE forum. Sorry for the interruption A trooper.

Don't mention it, no problem.

Interesting AAR. I wish you best of luck in this exploit.

Thankyou.

You going fascist?

Somewhere along those lines, i'd call it more a military republic.

 

[Mr. Capiatlist]

Anyone know why in CORE, the Soviets can request access to Swiss naval shipyards to learn their technology?

The Swiss fleet on Lake Konstanz (Bodensee)?
Looks good!

 

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Swiss Revolutionary Front Line, Jan 9th 1936​

FM Guisan stood upon a snowy crest which overlooked the city of Zurich and stared up towards the hundred or so bombers flying over towards it, there drones drowning out the artillery fire and small arms clatter going on in the city already. “What a splendid site” he exclaimed.
“Yes, sir” his aide also staring up at the squadron of bombers.
“It’s a good thing they don’t have any AA guns in there” he spoke of the enemy to his aide. “That way the bombers can fly low, thus making there targets more accurate”.
His aide didn’t reply but carried on staring. Guisan looked at his watch and then took up some binoculars hanging from his neck. In the magnified sights he could see right up towards the cities walls. Already the old walls which bordered the suburbs of the city had crumbled from artillery fire. From out of the large gaps in the old walled suburbs soldiers came spilling out of. “Ah good, the raiding parties are returning, just in time or they would have been pounded by our own bombs” Guisan stated. The figures rushed through the shell cratered, snow encrusted no mans land and were half way to there own lines when other figures appeared from the suburbs and began firing at them. FieldMarshcall Guisan watched silently through his binoculars. “The enemy have come, it seems we must have taken something of there’s” he set his sight on the withdrawing revolutionaries and surely enough in the middle of the running men a group of soldiers were having a hard time in dragging two of the enemy who tried to resist the hands pulling them into captivity. Suddenly one got loose from his captors and began sprinting back towards the city. A rifle barked and the man fell, head first in the snow, the body was then riddled by a torrent of bullets from the other revolutionaries to make sure he was dead. By this time the enemy who had appeared began to vanish, as the bombers got even closer.
FieldMarschal Guisan decided that he would go and see this prisoner personally and so accompanied by his aide he picked his way through the hundreds of bivouacs and trenches which littered the frontline for ten minutes until he arrived at a small house which was in the middle of the frontline and had been turned into a rations dump and coincidently a prison.
The soldiers guarding the door saluted immediately and opened the door for him. Guisan’s initial reaction was of how warm it was, the officers and soldiers occupying the building saluted. A large, fat man with Colonels epaulettes accosted Guisan. “Hello Herr Fieldmarschall how are you, sir” he saluted afterwards.
Guisan returned the salute, “I am fine as always Colonel Lumbrecht, thank you for asking” Guisan replied formally. “I have come in regards to the prisoner I would have assumed was brought in here, brought back with the raiding party a few minutes ago.
“Ah yes, that sprightly old man they brought in” the Colonel disappeared momentarily but soon returned with a key. “I will take you to the room he is being detained in personally.” The Colonel was the ration and prison administrator.
The fat colonel lead Guisan and his aide up a flight of stairs and into a corridor flanked by rooms. “The top quarters serve as a prison although they only number two, including the one just brought in. Room 4, ah yes here we are, the key slid into the lock and the door creaked open. “I leave you gentlemen here” the Colonel said, he saluted and left. The door closing behind them.
The room must have once been a bathroom as there were uncovered pipes everywhere and the wall was that of a crumbling, white tiled one. A small chair and a rough looking side bed lay to one side of the room, opposite it a bucket. The prisoner wore a disheveled Majors uniform of the 6th Feld Division, the majority of the division had sworn allegiance to the Federal Council and so it was not surprising. What Guisan did find surprising though was that when the man looked up he was an old man, who must have been atleast 60 years old.
“Dear god” Guisan exclaimed out aloud at seeing the old Major.
“FieldMarshall Guisan, a pleasure to meet you even though you’re a treasonous bastard.” The old Major said when he saw his ‘visitor’, He didn’t salute.
“What an earth do you mean, how can you dare accuse me of being treasonous” he laughed at the assumption, “You are the one who is resisting the revolution”
“Yes a revolution, that’s all this is and that makes you no more than a rebel” claimed the old Major.
“No it makes you that my friend, when the nation is ready to accept us and you oppose us when there is no need.”
“Oppose you, any good minded soul would oppose you” he shouted. “You march into the Bundershaus and slaughter everyone and so think that you can replace it, no you cannot do that, that was the very reason we had a federal council. You disgust me.”
The old major was slapped with some force by Guisans glove and he fell off the chair backwards landing on his hip, he let out a sigh of agony.
“Show some respect you senile old fool” Guisan said as he calmed down slowly.
The old man rose to his feet and sat back on the chair. “Now listen to me and understand me. In regulation with a new order set by the Revolutionary Department Of Justice all rebels are to be tried and executed for treason unless they yield some very resourceful information, and so I suggest you begin talking” Gusian outlined.
“I have nothing to say, I am tired I wish to sleep” the Old Major said and to Guisans shock he lifted himself out of the chair and rolled onto the bed.
“So you are ready to meet death for a cause that has been lost”
“No cause in which you fight to uphold democracy in is lost.”
“But you do not fight to uphold democracy, we do as the old Federal Council was corrupt and we shall apply a new democracy which won’t be aloud to be corrupted”
“A terror state” the old man laughed wryly.
There was a knock at the door. Guisan looked around and three officers entered, they saluted.
“Interrogation team, sir.”
At that moment there was an almighty roar in the distance, the bombs had begun to fall on Zurich! Guisan bided the old prisoner farewell and that he hoped he would co-operate to safe him from death. The old man snorted in disgust.
However the old mans defiance had had a profound affect upon Guisan who walked across back to his signals bunker, only looking up every now and then to stare at the pillars of dust and rubble colliding in the air as the swarm of bombers dropped there deadly loads on the city. After a while he spoke. “Foolish old man, with his idealism of the federal council”, the Federal Council was corrupt and he knew it. This was a revolution to better the Swiss people and its nation.

Gusian sat in the Metro as he watched squads of Infantry assemble, waiting to take part on the assault on the city. The bombers had ripped the heart out of Zurich, and so the resistance encountered should be severely weakened. Few had wanted to bomb Zurich but it was necessary so as more lives wouldn’t be lost. Guisan looked at the young, proud faces of the soldiers and thought that some of these won’t be coming back.
“Here you are, sir” his aide said, holding out a steaming mug of simmered wine.
“Thank you, Frederick, here take a seat” he moved his leg which he was resting in the drivers seat.
“Thankyou sir” his aide replied as he climbed into the seat, careful not to spil his own mug of simmered wine.
Guisan took a gentle sip from his mug, feeling its warmth transfer through his throat into his stomach, he gave out a satisfied sigh. The squads had all assembled and a tall Major in mid-thirties was giving them a speech and outlined there objectives, Guisan strained his ears to listen.

“You men gathered around here all have a proud duty to do, you also have the pride of being the spearhead of the thrust into Zurich to root out these traitorous Swissmen from there defenses. We shall flush them out and then deliver our justice. If you see any one in the city who is not wearing a red and white banner on there arms then fire on them for they are traitors. The majority of the city have fled but a few have stayed and if they are not wearing our revolutionary banner then they are traitors and will die. Most civilians still in the city will be hiding in there houses and cellars and if that is so then leave them be. Facing us are a number of obstacles, but nothing we cannot over come. God speed you all and may his blessing be with you in this great hour of the revolution. Now here is the Chaplin for all those of you who wish for a special mass before the assault. All those of you who are ashiest please fall out.” He received the salute from the men and then went off to find his weapons, for he was leading the attack from the front.

Guisan gave a silent clap. He looked at the men in front of him who were now either walking to wards the assembly point or on there knees in front of the Chaplin, he then looked at their objective, Zurich. It would be a hard fight, but the bombing should have all but pulverized most of the enemy. But one thing he couldn’t rid from his mind was the fact that the enemy knew they were coming!
He lent over into the trunk of the Metro and produced a folder, inside of which he pulled out numerous maps and pieces of paper. He selected one and put the rest back in the trunk. He looked at it, it was the plans of the assault and he thought as his finger traced a street that the men in front of him would soon be going up that very street under a hail of fire.
If it didn’t work they would have to bomb the city again and he did not want to utterly destroy the city, but if it meant saving lives of his men then he would.

The mass ended, the Chaplin blessed them all individually, a whistle blew and the soldiers trudged through the snow to the assembly line ready for the charge on the city.