North American Advances - Alternate History Anthology

Beginning of one more World War

“It has been made clear where the weakened and remade United States stands on the matter of world peace. Our seas have been threatened, and our friends in Alaska - in their effort to establish a free socialist dreams - have been invaded and slaughtered for an American expansionist cause. Despite this, our comrades in the Armed Forces will not be intimidated. In the secured zones of Canada, they are ready to intervene for the victory of our people’s, and for the destruction of the imperialist regime.”

For months, we had been on high alert. Training events seemed to occur daily on Newfinland Island, and Nova Scotia was constantly being crammed with military supplies.

I had only recently come back from the academy in Kirim. Stationed on the once calm seas of a long built settlement, I was transferred to meet my new unit alongside the other officers I would be accompanying only 2 weeks beforehand. The rocky shores of Canada provided little comfort as I passed by the hundreds of tanks, artillery pieces, and dozens of newly prepared airfields and airbases on my arrival. The build up made it clear. The decision had been made.

We were going to attempt the impossible-something not tried for centuries before. The invasion of North America, including both Canada and the United States.

Perhaps I was the only one who realized how insane this was, most others were caught up in the excitement and cheering. We had been building up the past ten years here, transferring as many pieces of equipment to the “Chain” - Newfinland, Nova Scotia, and Labrador Province. Crossing the Canadian wilderness was obviously an illogical task strategically and logistically; so we were the main assault. Capture Brunswick, fighting through a literal hell of American defenses all the way down the St. Lawrence River to capture the cities and enter the Great Lakes. Force the Americans to the negotiation table as we expand out and begin to punish American heartlands. Seems simple right? No, it was absolutely stupid. It was the only choice and battle plan we had though. Either we did this now, right here, or we would never get an opportunity like this again to fight and conquer.

03:12 Hours
June 2nd, 1989
Central Command Meeting Room

Commanders of the Blue Army, the armed forces of the Union of Socialist Kenestik Republics, commonly referred to as the Kenestik Union or the Turkic Union, finalize their battle plans as they are shown dozens of images; maps, vehicle information, missile launches, submarine locations, unit movements; and more. Here in this dark, blue-lit room, sit amongst each other; the top leaders of the entire union, missing only the General Secretary and his staff. Amongst all the talking, discussions, debates, and orders relayed in this large room, one strategy is finally put into place.

The Second American Civil War had left the US Air Fleet significantly weakened. The Blue Army’s large and more modern airbases across Greenland would be launching thousands of interceptors and bombers to meet the advance of fighter-bombers trying to stop the ground invasion. The Blue-Army’s missile fleet would already begin launching many missiles at American bases, train lines, factories, airfields, and government buildings and more, before any shot on the ground is even fired. While many of them would be shot down by interceptors and air defense, many more would hit, and it was expected that the United States would be crippled for 10 hours following the assault, leaving defense down to the men on the ground and the fleet, which was about to enter into a death match with the Blue Fleet soon.

A mass of tanks and infantry supported by thousands of artillery guns, low flying helicopters and CAS aircraft would assault the main frontline in New Brunswick, steamrolling the American and Canadian defenses and armies in their way through sheer firepower. Hours before the assault, infiltrators would disable American Surface to Air Missiles, letting bases get run down with rockets and air assets, while artillery pummeled fortifications and mine-rollers and clearing charges led the path forward.

Once pushed back, the strategy was to follow the rivers and push a path through to central Canada, and keep fighting the Americans down, while the northern mass of forests and mountains was cleared by airborne soldiers. Once in the cities, logistics centers would be set up to feed more and more men and tanks across the Atlantic, most stored already in Greenland. It was then a conventional battle; to move on from city to city, province and state to province and state, until the Americans finally relented, or nuclear weapons were fired. Tens of millions of soldiers, hundreds of thousands of missiles, ten thousand and more tanks, an equal amount of IFVs and APCs, all in the North American continent already, meant a total war. Either they would break through the initial force and get all the way down into the Canadian Heartland, or everybody would perish and the Union would collapse. It was all or nothing. The Final War.

07:30 Hours
June 4th, 1989

At the Canadian-Kenestik Occupation Zone Border, a Blue Army base is overrun with movement. Trucks roll everywhere, MBTs are loaded off of transports; men carry crates of ammunition and sandbags; MLRS vehicles begin to set up; it is a general cataclysm of military material moving towards one direction - The West.

An officer runs through the commotion, right in front of a garage nearing the fortified border walls; the flags of the Union shaking in the North Atlantic wind, right on the border checkpoint. This officer is young, his face is soft and his black beret warms in the morning sun. He finally reaches what he’s been searching for - his first true unit.

A soldier steps forward from a line of tankers who rapidly assemble to meet their new commander, his rifle cluttering on the floor before he quickly picks it back up and salutes, shaking the entire time. “Private Nazarov sir! I will be your personal aide for the occasion”

The officer, a recently graduated Lieutenant Roshan, steps up, catching his breath before his voice finally comes out.

"At rest, Nazarov. Everybody. This is our time. We are to attack soon. I want to say that while we might not know each other well, we all depend on one another. Your training should ensure this operation’s success. Recruits; it is time for you to make the ultimate sacrifice for your nations. Now on, get into your vehicles! We will go to war soon!”

With that simple order, the men quickly rushed to their vehicles. T-72As and T-72Bs made up Roshan’s company, he himself staying in the rear-most tank. The vehicles lined up along the border wall. Facing them was a small town, and between the border crossing was a long previously empty field of grass. Of course, since this whole conflict began; it was now a maze of thick bunkers, anti-air emplacements, mines, trenches. Alongside those, were American and Canadian tanks ready to counterassault and push the Blue Army off of the continent.