Chapter Six: A Realization
Anton waited with his squad of Communist Spaniards outside the building that was serving as a temporary head quarters for the Republican government. It has been just over a month since he had killed Franco and ended the Spanish civil war but there hadn’t been any time to rest. He and a handful of other Soviet soldiers remained in the Pyrenees in some of the same bunkers and caves the Nationalists had been doing and were training those with strong communist ties. The Popular Front that ran the Republican government had been made up of anarchists, communists, Trotskyists and unions workers. Now, that they had no opposition with the Nationalists defeated they were starting to argue among themselves and they were forgetting about the soldiers and workers that had gotten them the victory. The NKVD had been working with the Communist Party of Spain and the Workers’ Party of Marxist Unification for the past month and now things were finally ready.
Anton had a list of politicians and leaders that we was supposed to arrest or if they resisted arrest eliminate. The list had provided by an NKVD officer that did seem to be keeping an eye on him. He heard gunshots from the front of the building and he looked to his squad. “Ok, that’s our signal! Remember, we go in fast and we only open fire on those that are actively resisting. We do this for the workers and people of Spain for a future free of oppression. Let’s go!!”
As they rushed towards the back doors, he thought that his first inspiration speech hadn’t gone all that bad. He quick forgot about his speech as three soldiers burst through the doors. “Surrender,” yelled in Spanish. One of them threw their gun to the ground but the others dove for cover but they didn’t make it very far as they were gunned down quickly. They tied up the one soldier and left him behind as they moved into the building. Things had gone better than expected and within 10 minutes the building was secured. The only really spot of heavy fighting occurred when a group from the Republican Left barricaded themselves in a room but they were cleared out with a couple of grenades.
Anton entered the a large room that was currently being used by the NKVD and Spanish communist parties as a base of operations. A number of individuals were gathered in the corner against the wall being held at gun point. The NKVD officer, Boris Petrov was easy to spot at 6’4, he towered over the Spaniards. With Boris was Juan Negrin Lopez, and his close supporters and aides. Comrade Lopez had been named President after the Republican victory and was a loyal Communist supporter. He realized that if it wasn’t for the Soviet Intervention that the Republicans would have fallen. Anton approached Boris and reported, “The building is secure and according to runners coming in the city everything is in control. Most of the anarchists and Trotskyists are in custody or have been eliminated.”
“Excellent Sergeant, that is good news, as dialect proves once again the people can only be held down for so long. Now, that Madrid is secured, Comrade Lopez, you will be to continue the hunt for those unloyal to Spain in full force. I will leave you to continuing securing the city.”
Comrade Lopez nodded and turned to his aides and starting issuing orders. Boris walked away and waved for Anton to follow. “Good job, today. You are a loyal and faithful soldier for the Soviet Union.
“Thank you, sir. It was an honor to participate in the liberation of Spanish workers,” Anton replied as they came to a stop on the other side of the room, away from anyone.
“You are right, it is an honor. Not many Soviets can say they have been able to help free a people. You enjoyed helping free the workers of Spain?” asked Boris.
The tall NKVD agent made Anton think, the past 11 months had been hell. The explosions, watching people die and the constant sense of dread had taken its toll on him. But, he looked back at the overwhelming sense of accomplishment he felt when they had driven back the veteran Italian internationals, the sense of pride he felt when he saw families bravely rebuilding after the Nationalists had destroyed almost everything and the exhilaration of being a national hero to Spain not once but now twice, these events had also marked him and changed him. He looked up at Petrov, “Yes, it does.”
Boris clapped him on the shoulder, “You’re good and loyal man, Anton. I have but one task left for you to perform and then within seven days you and the remaining volunteers will be on a transport back to Leningrad, while we NKVD finish up here. We will talk when I get back but for now I need you to execute the traitors.” Boris paused and looked around. Comrade Lopez and his aides had left the room. “You can do it here. Get your squad to help there needs to be some locals involved in this.”
Without hesitation, Anton saluted, “Yes, sir.” These men had earned their death when they turned their back on the people. He strode over to his squad; nearly every one of them had been with the Communist Party of Spain for years. Not one of them some much as flinched when he explained the orders, they were just grimly determined. Most of the prisoners were leaning against the wall; several of them were nursing blows to the head and only a couple stirred when they marched over in single file. Boris called for the soldiers guarding the prisoners to stand back. One of them realized what was about to happen, “Wait, wait … you can’t do this, you …,” his pleading was cut off as Anton gave the order to fire.
The people and workers of Spain celebrate as Comrade Juan Negrin Lopez announces that Spain has joined the ComIntern. June 8th, 1937