Jörg. H. Trauboth - Three Brothers

At the time, Wolf had come up with a brilliant idea. He quickly realized that, based on his invaluable personal experience with the Arabic culture, Islam, and the Koran, he would make an excellent spy. In cooperation with the German Intelligence, Tim was granted special training to become an undercover investigator behind the lines once he finished his KSK training. He also needed to look the part for the job, so, with the permission of his commanders, he grew a full beard and sideburns. To his KSK brothers’ amusement, Tim played the part of the Islamist. Soon, he was known in the KSK only as the Imam . Tim’s prayers on his prayer rug became part of the daily routine, and if he missed one, his brothers would point to the clock as a punishing reminder.

“I ask you for more respect, you infidels!”

After that, they would drink a Calwer Kult No.1 beer together.

“Cheers, friends!” said Tim.

Absolutely unheard of for a Muslim.

One time, about a year or two ago, after his prayers, Thomas came and sat next to his friend on the floor and asked him:

“Why do you believe in Mohammed, Tim, and not in God’s son, Jesus Christ?”

“Jesus is not God’s son. He is a prophet, just like Mohammed.”

“That’s ridiculous. Who do you think is hanging on all the millions of crosses in all the churches? Jesus, God’s son, of course!”

“God does not need a son,” Tim interrupts him, “he can do it alone! It’s the prophet’s job to bring the instruction manual to the people. For you, it’s the Bible, for me it’s the Koran. Mohammed and Jesus are equals on the same level and serve one God, and his name is Allah! Do you understand that finally, soldier?”

“That is your interpretation of God, and it’s pretty damn intolerant!”

But Tim, the Imam, did not give up. It must be possible to convert Thomas, the Christian, to Islam.

“Have you ever been to Istanbul?”

“Yes, why?”

“Did you also see the Hagia Sophia?”

“No, the line was too long.”

“Go there next time. You will see Jesus and Mohammed portrayed as prophets on the columns there, and that in the church of the coronation of the Byzantine Emperor!”

“Imam, forget it, you can’t convert me. I propose that I will let you have your Mohammed and you let me have my Jesus, and we’ll let them duke it out in Paradise. I am too tired.”

Tim realizes that Thomas completely missed the core principle of Islam. He gave Thomas an intensive introduction to the Koran, but it only caused his eyes to fall closed.

Once he saw that, he covered his friend lovingly with his prayer rug, and the two of them slept next to each other on the floor.

The Eagles leave the briefing room. It is now night, just as it will be at the time of the planned ambush. One of the buildings on the infantry training field is set up to look just like the actual object of the mission. With a temperature of less than forty degrees Fahrenheit and the biting wind, it’s certainly not warm. But it also won’t be much different on-site in Kalak Chyah.

Marc looks to his brothers.

“We are going to practice it now: the approach, the rappelling, freeing the hostages, and the departure. I want each of you to know the area like the back of your hand. We will be taking everything with us: handguns, sub-machine guns, assault rifles with grenade weapons, and the infamous Christmas surprise for naughty boys in our vest pockets. We will also have to take care of the two armed guards from the air. If we can’t manage that or run into more tangos, then we’ll use the hand and the stun grenades.”

At two o’clock in the morning on a clear, starry night, both helicopters approach the target of the training area in Hammelburg, Germany. Two men dressed as Arabs open fire and are instantly hit by Tim and Thomas from the air with direct shots. In a matter of seconds, three men rappel to the ground without any safety gear. The two helicopters hover with their rotors spinning in exactly the right position, ready to fire. Marc and Tim storm the lower level. They encounter the two actor-hostages staring at them in terror.

“On the floor! Are you alone?”

The two hostages nod frantically. They are chained to the wall with iron rings and can’t get off the floor. Tim shoots a round of bullets directly at the chains. Thanks to constant communication, the Eagles outside know exactly at every moment what’s happening inside the building. Marc and Tim leave the building with the two hostages. Outside, everything is quiet. The hostages can barely walk and need to be supported. Marc gives the OK. They retreat.

The hostages are secured in Eagle Alpha at exactly 02:04:33 hours. Both helicopters ascend with no lights into the night sky.

Plan B is played out next: Eagle Alpha crashes just after the men rappel. The two guards open fire. Eight terrorist militiamen appear. Eagle Bravo opens fire from its on-board weapons. The hostages are freed as before. Marc is grazed by a bullet to his arm, Thomas takes over command. Eagle Alpha is abandoned and detonated. Retreat.

“Eagle Two to Eagle Commander. Two hostages and seven soldiers aboard Eagle BRAVO. Eagle One is injured. Eagle Alpha was abandoned. Two tangos EKIA!”

Training concluded.

“Copy that, good job, return to base!”

It had to have an “Enemy Killed in Action” included this time. Anything else would be naïve, Wolf reflects. He then contemplates whether it was wise to allow the video transmission. Every step and every action would be followed live by the heads of state in the Crisis Center.

Perhaps he should have gone with his gut.

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