The Sins of the Father - By Jeffrey Archer Page 0,107

said, glancing down at the map, 'because I suspect I haven't told you anything you didn't already know, including the fact that the Allies have recently taken control of the airfield at Wilhelmsberg.' A fact that was confirmed by a small American flag pinned on the airport on the map. 'What you may not know, sir, is that lined up on the runway is a squadron of Lancaster bombers, awaiting an order from General Eisenhower to destroy your tanks, while his battalions advance in battle formation.'

What Harry knew was that the only planes at the airfield were a couple of reconnaissance aircraft stranded because they'd run out of fuel.

'Get to the point, lieutenant,' said Kertel. 'Why did General Eisenhower send you to see me?'

'I will try to recall the general's exact words, sir.' Harry attempted to sound as if he were reciting a message. 'There can be no doubt that this dreadful war is fast drawing to a close, and only a deluded man with a limited experience of warfare could still believe victory is possible.'

The allusion to Hitler did not go unnoticed by the officers who surrounded their field marshal. That was when Harry realized what was missing. There was no Nazi flag or picture of the Fuhrer in the field marshal's tent.

'General Eisenhower holds you and the Nineteenth Corps in the highest regard,' Harry continued. 'He has no doubt that your men would lay down their lives for you, whatever the odds. But in the name of God, he asks, for what purpose? This engagement will end with your troops being decimated, while we will undoubtedly lose vast numbers of men. Everyone knows that the end of the war can only be a matter of weeks away, so what can be gained by such unnecessary carnage? General Eisenhower read your book, The Professional Soldier, when he was at West Point, sir, and one sentence in particular has remained indelibly fixed in his memory throughout his military career.'

Harry had read Kertel's memoirs a fortnight before, when he realized they might be up against him, so he was able to recite the sentence almost word for word.

'"Sending young men to an unnecessary death is not an act of leadership, but of vainglory, and unworthy of a professional soldier." That, sir, is something you share with General Eisenhower, and to that end, he guarantees that if you lay down your arms, your men will be treated with the utmost dignity and respect, as set out in the Third Geneva Convention.'

Harry expected the field marshal's response to be, 'Good try, young man, but you can tell whoever it is commanding your puny brigade on the other side of that hill that I am about to wipe them off the face of the earth.' But what Kertel actually said, was, 'I will discuss the general's proposal with my officers. Perhaps you would be kind enough to wait outside.'

'Of course, sir.' Harry saluted, left the tent and returned to the Jeep. Quinn didn't speak when he climbed back into the front seat and sat beside him.

It was clear that Kertel's officers were not of one opinion, as raised voices could be heard from inside the tent. Harry could imagine the words, honour, commonsense, duty, realism, humiliation and sacrifice being bandied about. But the two he feared most were 'he's bluffing'.

It was almost an hour before the major summoned Harry back into the tent. Kertel was standing apart from his most trusted advisers, a world-weary look on his face. He had made his decision, and even if some of his officers didn't agree with it, once he had given the order they would never question him. He didn't need to tell Harry what that decision was.

'Do I have your permission, sir, to contact General Eisenhower and inform him of your decision?'

The field marshal gave a curt nod, and his officers quickly left the tent to see that his orders were carried out.

Harry returned to his Jeep accompanied by the major, and watched 23,000 men lay down their arms, climb out of their tanks and line up in columns of three as they prepared to surrender. His only fear was that having bluffed the field marshal, he wouldn't be able to pull off the same trick with his area commander. He picked up his field phone and only had to wait a few moments before Colonel Benson came on the line. Harry hoped the major hadn't noticed the bead of sweat that was trickling down his