The Mugabian Situation: Soviet Concerns Grow

Well, after the last round of battles, I've had some time to roll some dice, and things are happening behind the scenes in Mugabia...



"Yes, Comrade Secretary, it is an honor to speak with you!  Yes, yes, I wish the circumstances were different as well....  Indeed, our large round friend does have a greater problem than he knows..."

It was not every day that the Soviet ambassador to Mugabia took a call from such a high ranking official.  And it was not everyday, that the ambassador was accused of letting a situation get so out of hand.  Unfortunately for the ambassador, there was little that could have been done without a greater commitment from his government.  But, that was indeed the heart of the problem, a lack of commitment.

The Mugabian President had deployed his troops more to control the ULF and any unrest that they might cause in his own country,  than to warn Uwanda of considering greater action.  This deployment, supported by his belief that Uwanda would never escalate the situation, was most practical for its intended purpose.  And up until now, Soviet leadership hadn't cared much if their round friend didn't heed their warnings, despite the efforts of the ambassador.

The Mugabian President had been more enamored by the Cubans, than the Soviets, and caught up in the enthusiasm of "the revolution", more than the threat on hi border.  The Cubans had been effective at training some of  the Mugabian troops, but hadn't helped prepare the President for the issue at hand.

Unfortunately, two days into the endeavor, a large portion of Mugabias army was well behind, or out of position to stop Uwanda's forces, while their Air Force was largely a memory.  Even with regrouping and re-supply, Uwanda would be at the Mugabian capitol in no more than a week.

Unless Uwanda committed a colossal error soon, some sort of intervention would have to occur to prevent the a Mugabian calapse.  Two days into the war, and the only significant obstacle standing before Uwanda, was the Mugabia Presidential Guard.  A force more elite in their dress, than their combat skills.

"Yes Comrade Secretary.  Yes, the Cubans have complicated the situation... Yes, I should have done more to intervene...  Might a discussion with Comrade Castro bring the situation into a more favorable light.  Oh, I see..."

As the ambassador listened to the list of what had gone wrong, he realized that he had authored the list of recommended actions that was now being read to him.  This offered no comfort to a man who was expected to take the blame for the inaction of his superiors.  Now that the situation demanded the attention of those superiors, several of those recommendations were being enacted, though maybe too late.

First, a naval group had been rerouted to Mugabia, this would bring a small, but formidable landing force of Soviet troops and aircraft.  If it could get there in time, Uwanda would be hard pressed to match its firepower, and was sure to understand that it would only be the tip on the spear.

Second, airborne forces were being put on alert, should they need to "drop in" and save the day, if Uwanda didn't wait for the arrival of the Soviet Navy.

And lastly, a group of advisers would soon be arriving.  Though they could be most persuasive, the ambassador understood that the advisers might have to make... an adjustment to the leadership of Mugabia, if the round man couldn't be made to listen.

As he hung up the phone, the Ambassador was sweating, despite the air conditioning in his office.  He feared that the adjustment in leadership might happen quickly and without adequate thought being given.  Such an adjustment hadn't worked out thus far in Afghanistan, and far more consideration had gone into that.