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〃See ya。〃 Hitch broke the connection。
CHAPTER 33
Square One
〃You may not talk to us this way；〃 Shen Tans observed。
〃Minister； my country has principles which we do not violate。 Some of those are respect for human rights； the right of free assembly； the right to worship God as one wishes； the right to speak freely。 The government of the People's Republic has seen fit to violate those principles； hence America's response。 Every other great power in the world recognizes those rights。 China must as well。〃
〃Must？ You tell us what we must do？〃
〃Minister； if China wishes to be a member of the munity of nations； then； yes。〃
〃America will not dictate to us。 You are not the rulers of the world！〃
〃We do not claim to be。 But we can choose those nations with whom we have normal relations； and we would prefer them to recognize human rights as do all other civilized nations。〃
〃Now you say we are uncivilized？〃 Shen demanded。
〃I did not say that； Minister；〃 Hitch responded； wishing he'd not let his tongue slip。
〃America does not have the right to impose its wishes on us or any other nation。 You e here and dictate trade terms to us； and now also you demand that we conduct our internal affairs so as to suit you。 Enough！ We will not kowtow to you。 We are not your servants。 I reject this note。〃 Shen even tossed it back in Hitch's direction to give further emphasis to his words。
〃That is your reply； then？〃 Hitch asked。
〃That is the reply of the Peoples Republic of China；〃 Shen answered imperiously。
〃Very well； Minister。 Thank you for the audience。〃 Hitch bowed politely and withdrew。 Remarkable； he thought； that normal…if not exactly friendly…relations could e unglued this fast。 Only six weeks before； Shen had been over to the embassy for a cordial working dinner； and they'd toasted each other's country in the friendliest manner possible。 But Kissinger had said it： Countries do not have friends； they have interests。 And the PRC had just shit on some of America's most closely felt principles。 And that was that。 He walked back out to his car for the drive to the embassy。
Cliff Rutledge was waiting there。 Hitch waved him into his private office。
〃Well？〃
〃Well； he told me to shove it up my ass…in diplo…speak；〃 Hitch told his visitor。 〃You might have a lively session this morning。〃
Rutledge had seen the note already； of course。 〃I'm surprised Scott let it go out that way。〃
〃I gather things at home have gotten a little firm。 We've seen CNN and all； but maybe it's even worse than it appears。〃
〃Look； I don't condone anything the Chinese did； but all this over a couple of shot clergymen 。。。〃
〃One was a diplomat； Cliff；〃 Hitch reminded him。 〃If you got your ass shot off； you'd want them to take it seriously in Washington； wouldn't you？〃
The reprimand made Rutledge's eyes flare a little。 〃It's President Ryan who's driving this。 He just doesn't understand how diplomacy works。〃
〃Maybe； maybe not； but he is the President； and it's our job to represent him； remember？〃
〃Hard to forget it；〃 Rutledge groused。 He'd never be Undersecretary of State while that yahoo sat in the White House； and Undersecretary was the job he'd had his eye on for the last fifteen years。 But neither would he get the job if he allowed his private feelings； however justified； to cloud his professional judgment。 〃We're going to be called home or sent home；〃 he estimated。
〃Probably；〃 Hitch agreed。 〃Be nice to catch some baseball。 How do the Sox look this season？〃
〃Forget it。 A rebuilding year。 Once again。〃
〃Sorry about that。〃 Hitch shook his head and checked his desk for new dispatches； but there were none。 Now he had to let Washington know what the Chinese Foreign Minister had said。 Scott Adler was probably sitting in his seventh…floor office waiting for the secure direct line to ring。
〃Good luck； Cliff。〃
〃Thanks a bunch；〃 Rutledge said on his way out the door。
Hitch wondered if he should call home and tell his wife to start packing for home； but no； not yet。 First he had to call Foggy Bottom。
So； what's going to happen？〃 Ryan asked Adler from his bed。 He'd left orders to be called as soon as they got word。 Now； listening to Adler's reply； he was surprised。 He'd thought the wording of the note rather wimpy； but evidently diplomatic exchange had even stricter rules than he'd appreciated。 〃Okay； now what； Scott？〃
〃Well； we'll wait and see what happens with the trade delegation； but even money we call them and Carl Hitch home for consultations。〃
〃Don't the Chinese realize they could take a trade hit from all this？〃
〃They don't expect that to happen。 Maybe if it does； it'll make them think over the error of their ways。〃
〃I wouldn't bet much on that card； Scott。〃
〃Sooner or later； mon sense has to break out。 A hit in the wallet usually gets a guy's attention；〃 SecState said。
〃I'll believe that when I see it；〃 POTUS replied。 〃'Night； Scott。〃
〃'Night； Jack。〃
〃So what did they say？〃 Cathy Ryan asked。
〃They told us to stick it up our ass。〃
〃Really？〃
〃Really；〃 Jack replied； flipping the light off。
The Chinese thought they were invincible。 It must be nice to believe that。 Nice； but dangerous。
The 265th Motor Rifle Division was posed of three regiments of conscripts…Russians who hadn't chosen to avoid military service； which made them patriotic； or stupid； or apathetic； or sufficiently bored with life that the prospect of two years in uniform； poorly fed and largely unpaid； didn't seem that much of a sacrifice。 Each regiment was posed of about fifteen hundred soldiers； about five hundred fewer than full authorized strength。 The good news was that each regiment had an organic tank battalion； and that all of the mechanized equipment was； if not new； then at least recently manufactured； and reasonably well maintained。 The division lacked its organic tank regiment； however； the fist which gave a motor…rifle division its offensive capabilities。 Also missing was the divisional antitank battalion； with its Rapier antitank cannons。 These were anachronistic weapons which Bondarenko nonetheless liked because he'd played with them as an officer cadet nearly forty years before。 The new model of the BMP infantry carrier had been modified to carry the AT…6 antitank missile； the one NATO called 〃Spiral；〃 actually a Russian version of the NATO Milan； courtesy of some nameless KGB spy of the 1980s。 The Russian troops called it the Hammer for its ease of use； despite a relatively small warhead。 Every BMP had ten of these； which more than made up for the missing battalion of towed guns。
What worried Bondarenko and Aliyev most was the lack of artillery。 Historically the best trained and best drilled part of the Russian army； the artillery was only half present in the Far East's maneuver forces； battalions taking the place of regiments。 The rationale for this was the fixed defense line on the Chinese border； which had a goodly supply of fixed and fortified artillery positions； albeit of obsolete designs； though with trained crews and massive stocks of shells to pour into predetermined positions。
The general scowled in the confines of his staff car。 It was what h