When She Was Still Not Born by Alan Svejk

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When She Was Still NotBorn

by Alan Svejk

The Diary of Denisa:Female Military Elite

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When She Was Still Not Born by Alan Svejk

Welcome to the 4th part of my "The Diary of Denisa: Female Military Elite". This artistic, li-terary work is dedicated to Women in Military. It was established as a spin-off of my book"Svejk 2: The Army Elite", where the main female protagonist was a secondary, but veryimportant person. This series is about her adventures and challenges, including the mostunusual and courageous missions.

The previous events are quite complicated to explain, you rather read the previous parts your-self. But if you like a mystery, I mean, movies or books with mysterous themes, than thisseries is exactly for you! I love these movies too, you know, with some exciting, dark, oldsecrets, finally discovered... and this is exactly what you get in this series! Corporate andmilitary secrets, dark past events, searching for hidden clues, connecting past and thefuture... and our Denisa, an elite female operative of Military Counterintelligence, is in themiddle of all this!

But should really wish her luck today! This challenge will be... an ultimate one!

Part 1: "We Will Fulfill All Your Dreams."Part 2: "Prepare for the Future," She SaidPart 3: Commence The Mission, They Said

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It was the morning of 8th May 1945, and the Prague Uprising had the most difficult time.The defense of city center was crumbling, and only two strongholds remained: The MasarykTrain Station and the nearby Military Quarters on the Republic Square.

The enemy used all forces, to break through to West, to surrender to the Americans, avoidingcapture by Russian forces, approaching quickly from the North. Negotiations between insur-gents and the enemy were proceeding, but concurrently, many horrible war crimes happened.

The Masaryk Train station was under heavy siege by enemy elite combats troops, supportedby aircraft and even two tanks. The defenders were completely surrounded, and the personnelfrom Military Quarters had no reinforcements, weapons or ammunition to support them with.


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The Military Quarters were one big mess. Everybody was preparing to clear this position,and to retreat back, across the river, to the defense positions on the left bank of river Vltava,flowing through the city and making an excellent line of defense.

"Captain, there is someone to see you," the adjutant entered the office. "And he says it´sreally urgent."

The officer was just burning some classified documents, so they won´t fall into enemy hands.

"What does he want? I am quite busy here," the captain replied.

"He says, that he wants to speak to someone from Military Counterintelligence. That he hassome important information. He allegedly met the U.S. forces, or what."

"Really? And what does it have to do with me? Tell him to report it to the high command, notme."

"He insists, I am afraid. He claims, that he has to talk to you, and he looks serious," the adju-tant replied.

"Fine, send him in. But I will kick him out as soon as possible."

The adjutant called to the next room, and a man stepped inside. He was about fifty or fiftyfive years old.

"You are from Military Counterintelligence, captain?" the older man asked, when he noticedthe officer´s rank.

"It doesn´t matter, mister. As you can see, we have no time to gather any Intelligence, we arejust retreating. So we have no time for some games, and I personally don´t have any free timeto talk to you. Sorry."

"You should make some time right now, because I had a very strange encounter ten minutesago," the visitor said decisively.

"Yeah, the adjutant told me. You met some U.S. forces. That is great news, but not under mycompetence. Follow my colleague, he will take you to the command, they will be interested.Not me."

"I am not sure, if it was the U.S. forces. Probably yes, but there was something reallyunusual. And that is the reason why I went directly here, to find you. Originally, I was goingto the Train station, to help. I have a friend there, he works there as a railwayman, from mycity quarter, Liben, and he told me to come."

"That is really nice. But the Train Station is completely cut off, so you won´t get there, I amafraid. They are heavily besieged and their position will hold only for minutes from now. But



hey, I really don´t have time for chat, do you understand? Now, please leave, you can registerin the next room, and they will tell you, where to go, so you can be useful."

"Just listen to me finally, captain! Three blocks from here, I was going on the street, and therewas some sudden machine gun fire, so I tried to get some cover, and I accidentally ran into awoman. But this woman, she was very strange. She looked like a soldier! She had this com-bat uniform..."

"In America, everything is possible. In Russia, they also have females in military. What doesit change, that she was a woman?"

"There were several strange things about her. I mean, really strange! Listen, I was serving inthe Military Counterintelligence myself, during the First World War, in our national legion inRussia. Do you think, that I would bother you just for fun, right now? I have my good friendat the besieged Train station, and maybe he will need my help during fight, but I won´t bethere, because I went to you, to report this. So I must have a very good reason, don´t youthink?"

"Maybe... So what was so strange about her? Tell me, but please quickly."

"I was really close to her, as I said. I crashed into her, or she crashed into me, doesn´t matter.I was really surprised, to see a female soldier, but there was some tiny details, which caughtmy attention immediately.

She was about twenty, or twenty five years of age at most. Middle height, 165 to 170 cen-timeters..."

"Man, are you silly, or dumb? We have to retreat from this position soon, do you hear thegunfire everywhere around us? I don´t care how old was she, or how tall was she! Tell me so-mething substantial!"

"But I need you to hear the whole tale, so you can understand all relations! I know very well,what is the current situation here! But only if I will describe her in detail, only then you canunderstand, what was so strange about her!"

The officer watched the visitor´s face. Maybe he could really have some interesting infor-mation...

"Good, go on! Tell me more."

"She had this strange haircut, with some bright blonde stripes in her hair. I think, that she hadthe brown hair but combined with this stripes. I haven´t seen someting like this, never, and Iknow women."

"But she is an American, and they can have many fashion advancements there. So they makesome color stripes in their hair... what does have this to do with us?"



"Maybe you are right. But I am just beginning, believe me. She had a combat uniform, butvery unusual. She looked like a paratrooper. She had this strange masking pattern on it, andhigh boots.

She also had someting as a vest on her body. There was a lot of pockets, and ammo poucheson the chest. She had some magazines stored in these pouches, and when I run into her, oneof the flaps lifted and I could see the magazine exposed. It had some strange ammunition in-side, it seemed like a rifle cartridges, but with shorter shell, and definitely a smaller caliber. Iguess around 5mm. Not 7.92mm or 9mm, as we use in Europe."

"They can use some advanced firearms in America. I heard about this, it´s called assault rifle.It uses cartridges with less gun powder, for better controlled fully automatic fire. Was shearmed, by the way?"

"No, she had no weapon in her hands. But there was a pocket on that strange vest of her, witha silhouette of a pistol. So she could be armed. I also remember, that she had the pocket witha knife there, near her left shoulder.

But she looked completely confused. She staggered, she seemed that she is in discomfort,maybe with sickness."

"Probably a shell shock. Go on."

"As I ran into her, I could see that strange patches on her shoulder. And also her rank. I thinkit was a lieutenant, quite similar designation as our Army used before, in peace time, beforethis war.

Look, I can accept, that in America, they have female soldiers, they use strange haircuts andhair colors, they also use some advanced weaponry and military equipment. But thesepatches, well, they are the main reason why I came here!"

"Can you draw it?" the officer decided to test the relevance of this testimony.

"I can try. So listen, there were three patches. I have quite a good memory, because I work asan accountant.

The biggest patch was someting like a coat of arms. It was framed with black, and grey insi-de. On the upper side, there was this word: SPECIAL FORCES. Inside the coat, there was achess figure of a Knight, and under it, the word C102."

"She is definitely of the American origin, the words are English," the officer commented. "Ihave an English vocabulary right here... it means something similar to paratroopers, I think.Sabotages and diversion in the rear of an enemy. But our Army have no units such this. Andthat C102 must be the designation of her unit... I see no mystery in this patch."



"Well, another two will definitely interest you, captain! Because, my friend, the upper wasdefinitely our national flag, although in the shades of grey, and under that, there was this sign:CZECH REPUBLIC! Yes, you hear well! No mistake!

She should have something like United States written there, do you agree? But she had ourflag there instead, and the name of our country, although this strange version? We are Cze-choslovakia. This is what you should explain to me!"

"They could do some mistake. They don´t know our geographics and names right. So theycall us the Czech Republic."

"Good, but why has she this on her sleeve, if she is an American? There is a basic militaryduty to mark your soldiers with your home patch and country designation! What is the me-aning, if an American has our flag and our country´s name on her sleeve? This is not stan-dard, I am telling you!"

"Well, I have to agree with you in this. That is really unusual," the officer was thinking.

"We should find her, intercept her and interrogate her, captain, definitely! She has to give ussome answers about this! After all, this is still our national territory, so we have the right to beinformed of the Allied special military operations here!

I say, let´s go find her, right now! She has some information!"

"Forget it! The area is full of enemies! We have to retreat now, and return here later, to in-vestigate. But I think that all this means nothing. America is simply a strange country. But itdoesn´t mean that we have to hunt their soldiers to question them of some patches! If theywill liberate us - I can forgive them any sins against military law! But they should come now,because our situaion is desperate already!"

"But then she will be long gone, and the trail will be cold! We have to act now!

Listen, captain, she is important! Your duty is to gather Intelligence, but not only from theenemy, but from the Allies also, if it can help our Military! We can agree, that she has someadvanced weaponry with her, at least a special kind of ammunition. So let´s say, that we willacquire a sample from her, we will reverse engineer it, and it will allow us to develop someefficient rifle ammunition, increasing the fire power of our own Army!"

"Are you silly, man? We can´t afford any international incident here! They are our Allies, andwill they like, if we will steal the equipment and detain their soldiers?"

"We can borrow just one bullet from her! She won´t even recognize that one cartridge ismissing! She could lose it on the street, in all that mess... we are no thieves! But I say, that weneed this single piece! And we can ask her too, what that shoulder patches mean! She misusesour national symbols, after all, and it gives us the right to question her! We can defend this



position of our law authority, if the Americans would complain! And we will just ask her!What is the problem with that, to have a chat with your friend?"

"You can be right, mister. But we have no men to send there! The operational conditions areunsuitable for a mission like this. She can be a mile away now. And I repeat again, there is alot of enemy activity in those streets. How could we search for her?"

"We have to try! Can you imagine, how many medals you could get if we would succeed?Think about your career advancement and the future of our country, captain!"

"Man, you sound more as a salesman, than an accountant! And you said, that you served inthe Army?"

"Yes, I was a captain of the Infantry. But they discharged me dishonorably eventually. I hadsome little behavior problems during my service..."

"I will have you checked anyway. What is your name again?"

"Svejk, Josef Svejk. Born 1891."

"Excuse me... you are not THAT Svejk, man?"

"I am afraid so. That book ruined my life... and my military career! But now, I will correct it!I tell you, let´s go and catch that girl!"

"Adjutant!" the officer shouted suddenly.

"Yes, sir?"

"Do we have some reinforcements? Did anybody arrive?"

"Yes, sir! The partisan unit "Iron" from Velvary is here! Fifteen men, fully armed already."

"I need them for a reconaissance mission, to discover the strength of enemy forces and tosupport our troops in the Train station, if possible. How are they holding?"

"They are almost out of ammunition. Last fifty men remains there."

"Roger. We will go immediately. And you, Mr. Svejk, you will come with us. Let´s say, thatwe can use your military experience, after all."

"As ordered, captain! I know where she went..."

"Listen, the official version is this: we have a knowledge of a lost American soldier, probablyin shell shock, and it is our duty to help our Allies in need. OK? Let´s omit some boring andpointless details, like her gender, strange patches and equipment on her..."



"I know the rules, captain!"

"Good. I won´t leave any written report here. Let´s say, this is a classified Intelligence missi-on. If I would be shot, you will remove this paper from my pocket and find my superiors. Thenames are written inside."

"You can count on me, captain. But let´s go already! The medals are waiting for us... we havea critical work to do, in the name of higher interest!"

"You are quite a king of stupidity, aren´t you? We will be glad just to survive this questio-nable adventure! I am doing the big mistake, I know that!"

"Our country needs us, and we go where she needs us to go..."

"Stop that nonsense! I see, that the famous book about you didn´t lie! You are really stupid,Mr. Svejk! I promise you, if you fabricated this tale, I will really get a nice jail sentence foryou! By a ruthless Military Court!"

"That´s an insult, captain! You will thank me yet, when you will get promoted, and that willbe soon!"

And that was the beginning of another big tale of famous Svejk family, with many consequen-ces for the future...

(Continuation soon: "Manhunt")

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