Kremlin, February 2 1936.
”I should have you shot, comrade Tukhachevsky. You hear that? SHOT!” The general secretary of the communist party in USSR, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin, yelled.
“I understand that you think that the plan is a bit far-fetched, comrade Stalin, but...”
”A bit far-fetched? A BIT FAR-FETCHED?” Stalin shouted, his face red with anger.
“Yes, but...” Tukhachevsky begun.
“No buts... you go... you go change those plans to something feasible right this moment.” Stalin said, while calming himself.
“This is a feasible project. With our great resources in both industry and manpower, we can do this. And we already got a fair amount of divisions.” Tukhachevsky answered and hoping for the best.
“Yes, but 270 divisions? That is... absurd, to say the least.”
“We can make it.”
”What about fire support? There is nothing about artillery in the entire plan.” Stalin said, eager to find a flaw in the plan.
“The divisions would of course have enough artillery pieces, but instead of artillery, we should expand the tank forces.”
”Kulik will not be happy.” Stalin concluded, still trying to find a hole in Tukhachevsky’s more or less flawless plan.
”Comrade Stalin, if you approve of my plan, I assure you that the Soviet Union will be able to defend themselves against any threat from the West.” Tukhachevsky said with a confident voice.
“What about the Far East?”
“We already have enough forces there, at least for the moment. The Japanese and the Chinese tie up eachother, so we are fairly safe there, provided we aid the Chinese enough.”
“Okey, your plan is accepted, comrade Tukhachevsky... but I warn you. One little mistake, and I will have you executed for treason.”
“Yes, comrade Stalin.” Tukhachevsky said and then left.
A few hours later, the cheif of navy, Orlov, came to visit. He showed Stalin a plan to reorganize the naval forces with a submarine fleet for every fleet with surface ships. This, however, stripped many fleets of most of their ships. Stalin was nonetheless pleased and accepted the plan.
”I should have you shot, comrade Tukhachevsky. You hear that? SHOT!” The general secretary of the communist party in USSR, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin, yelled.
“I understand that you think that the plan is a bit far-fetched, comrade Stalin, but...”
”A bit far-fetched? A BIT FAR-FETCHED?” Stalin shouted, his face red with anger.
“Yes, but...” Tukhachevsky begun.
“No buts... you go... you go change those plans to something feasible right this moment.” Stalin said, while calming himself.
“This is a feasible project. With our great resources in both industry and manpower, we can do this. And we already got a fair amount of divisions.” Tukhachevsky answered and hoping for the best.
“Yes, but 270 divisions? That is... absurd, to say the least.”
“We can make it.”
”What about fire support? There is nothing about artillery in the entire plan.” Stalin said, eager to find a flaw in the plan.
“The divisions would of course have enough artillery pieces, but instead of artillery, we should expand the tank forces.”
”Kulik will not be happy.” Stalin concluded, still trying to find a hole in Tukhachevsky’s more or less flawless plan.
”Comrade Stalin, if you approve of my plan, I assure you that the Soviet Union will be able to defend themselves against any threat from the West.” Tukhachevsky said with a confident voice.
“What about the Far East?”
“We already have enough forces there, at least for the moment. The Japanese and the Chinese tie up eachother, so we are fairly safe there, provided we aid the Chinese enough.”
“Okey, your plan is accepted, comrade Tukhachevsky... but I warn you. One little mistake, and I will have you executed for treason.”
“Yes, comrade Stalin.” Tukhachevsky said and then left.
A few hours later, the cheif of navy, Orlov, came to visit. He showed Stalin a plan to reorganize the naval forces with a submarine fleet for every fleet with surface ships. This, however, stripped many fleets of most of their ships. Stalin was nonetheless pleased and accepted the plan.
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