Every day Communism spreads to another enlightened person. In the venomous dens of Capitalism, Imperialism, and Fascism men and women search for some example of hope. The factory worker whose back is scared by the very machine he sweat for every day, the farmer whose skin is dried and cracked from years out in the unrelenting fields; these where the people who communism was created for. The common man, who created everything, yet enjoyed nothing.
Feofan Karpov sat silent and still along with the fellow members of the Soviet Oligarchy. One either side of him was Viktor, and Kliment, Feofan wondered if his friends where as worried as he was. The room was filled with every possible minister
All three where nervous, Stalin was known to give speeches on a whim, but he never gave one in which all general staff officers where invited. Feofan knew it was either a sign of a horrid mistake in his planning, or something good.
"Feofan." Viktor said softly.
"What?"
"Did you get the new tank specifications?"
Feofan frowned, "I have not been in my office today, are they important?"
Kliment leaned closer and whispered in Feofan's ear, "They are already under construction. They require more fuel and Viktor and I think a meeting with the logistical commitee is called for."
"Correct." Viktor said.
"I'll glance it over when I get back to the office." Feofan said quickly, his mind racing at what such a large meeting was about. If he did something wrong he could think of nothing. His palms were sweating
The mighty Soviet army against whatever past for an army in China of course was to win. Yet what if something went wrong? Where the NKVD men around the room just waiting for the signal to commence the mass arrests? The entire room stood up and sent out a roaring applause at the appearance of Stalin. He was approaching, yet he still remained the pillar of national strength.
Stalin stood before everyone, smiling and looking out at those assembled before him. The stage was designed make who ever spoke look tall. Only a few members of the communist party knew this, and of course liked to keep it that way. Stalin turned to his right and nodded, still amidst the roar of the crowd.
Bells rang in the back of the chamber, signaling applause was to end, and so it did. Stalin looked around his hand resting on the podium. Behind him Field Marshals, Ministers, and NKVD watchdogs sat their eyes focusing on Stalin awaiting his words.
“Comrades today is an important day for Mother Russia, the Soviet Union, and all of Communism. Recently the workers and farmers of the Asian state of Siaking requested liberation from its Capitalistic masters. After much consideration I have sent the Red Army in to spread the mighty Revolution of Marx and Lenin.”
When he stopped speaking the room once again went into an uproar of cheers. Feofan meant his, he knew the story was to be taken with a pinch of salt, but appearances had to be maintained to the Western powers until the major actions could be taken. Stalin held his arms out seeking to end the applause. No one stopped of course, for many stories flooded the USSR of what happened to such men, so once again the bells where used to silent the admirers of the Man of Steel.
“While the improvement of the Red Army has been going as planned, a problem may arise in the future which will call for the total support of the Soviet populace. Already Capitalist nations such as Britain, Germany, and even a kindred spirit like the United States have sent requests asking for me to end the military movements. I ask you can the Revolution be halted?” Stalin asked his arms held high, fists clenched.
“No!” The room shouted back.
“Comrades, it does my heart good to hear such words from you. I trust you all shall lead this nation to glory as you always have. For starting today, this very minute the Soviet Union will adopt a newly penned constitution. The main goal of our great nation is to spread the Revolution worldwide! From the aching back of the German steel worker, to the blood soaked hands of a French butcher, and even to the sun darkened skin of an American farm hand, Comrades today we bring liberation to the world!”
Feofan Karpov sat silent and still along with the fellow members of the Soviet Oligarchy. One either side of him was Viktor, and Kliment, Feofan wondered if his friends where as worried as he was. The room was filled with every possible minister
All three where nervous, Stalin was known to give speeches on a whim, but he never gave one in which all general staff officers where invited. Feofan knew it was either a sign of a horrid mistake in his planning, or something good.
"Feofan." Viktor said softly.
"What?"
"Did you get the new tank specifications?"
Feofan frowned, "I have not been in my office today, are they important?"
Kliment leaned closer and whispered in Feofan's ear, "They are already under construction. They require more fuel and Viktor and I think a meeting with the logistical commitee is called for."
"I'll glance it over when I get back to the office." Feofan said quickly, his mind racing at what such a large meeting was about. If he did something wrong he could think of nothing. His palms were sweating
The mighty Soviet army against whatever past for an army in China of course was to win. Yet what if something went wrong? Where the NKVD men around the room just waiting for the signal to commence the mass arrests? The entire room stood up and sent out a roaring applause at the appearance of Stalin. He was approaching, yet he still remained the pillar of national strength.
Stalin stood before everyone, smiling and looking out at those assembled before him. The stage was designed make who ever spoke look tall. Only a few members of the communist party knew this, and of course liked to keep it that way. Stalin turned to his right and nodded, still amidst the roar of the crowd.
Bells rang in the back of the chamber, signaling applause was to end, and so it did. Stalin looked around his hand resting on the podium. Behind him Field Marshals, Ministers, and NKVD watchdogs sat their eyes focusing on Stalin awaiting his words.
“Comrades today is an important day for Mother Russia, the Soviet Union, and all of Communism. Recently the workers and farmers of the Asian state of Siaking requested liberation from its Capitalistic masters. After much consideration I have sent the Red Army in to spread the mighty Revolution of Marx and Lenin.”
When he stopped speaking the room once again went into an uproar of cheers. Feofan meant his, he knew the story was to be taken with a pinch of salt, but appearances had to be maintained to the Western powers until the major actions could be taken. Stalin held his arms out seeking to end the applause. No one stopped of course, for many stories flooded the USSR of what happened to such men, so once again the bells where used to silent the admirers of the Man of Steel.
“While the improvement of the Red Army has been going as planned, a problem may arise in the future which will call for the total support of the Soviet populace. Already Capitalist nations such as Britain, Germany, and even a kindred spirit like the United States have sent requests asking for me to end the military movements. I ask you can the Revolution be halted?” Stalin asked his arms held high, fists clenched.
“No!” The room shouted back.