Cholitz Directive
A high level secretive meeting is being held at the conference room of Raffles hotel attended by the upper echelons of those in charge of safeguarding Singapore’s peace and stability. The meeting is headed by the supreme commander of Singapore’s defense, the Minister of Defense himself. At his sides and downward are the Deputy Commander and the generals that comprise the entire Singapore Army. There is even one general in the meeting acting as the secretary whose task is to take down the minutes. The meeting is so secret, so black that most of the aide-de-camps of such obscenely powerful men; with ranks no less than captains through to colonels are forbidden to know even a hint of the issues to be discussed.
Sipping cognac while waiting for the main man to return from the toilet, the atmosphere was a jovial, lighthearted one with the men slapping one another’s backs and telling jokes.
A clicking rush of wind, the conference doors opened and Samuel Tan, Minister of Defense walked briskly to the head of the oval table. Instantly the generals snapped to attention and abruptly the atmosphere became solemn. Settling down quickly in his seat and wasting no time, he pointed to Major General Jerry Soh, Head of Intelligence and Clandestine operations.
“Sir,” He began,” it’s confirmed. Malaysia and Thailand are preparing a major assault on Singapore.” Murmurs began to break out among the men. “We have detected anomalous movement of military hardware between the borders of the two countries. We have unconfirmed reports on the involvement of a mysterious third party. The location of the main base of the joint forces has been set on the plains of Penang. The main base is supported by smaller camps scattered around Malaysia and critical key installations like the Communications building and air force bases.”
“I understand,” replied Samuel Tan. “General Bernard, recall all the reservists immediately with the excuse of a surprise large scale exercise. The public must not learn of this. Business must go on as usual as far as possible. We must strike first. I expect all of you to draw out your plans for your respective units by the week’s end.”
Lieutenant General Jeremy Ang Commandant of the Commando units spoke confidently,” We will spearhead the preemptive strike, Sir. We will spread panic and chaos among the enemy and if possible leave them ripe for mop-up for the rest of the force.”
“I know I can count on you, but in case of the worst case scenarios we must come up with contingencies. General Baker and General Andrew,” addressing the Commander of the Air force and Navy respectively, “stand by to implement Cholitz Directive.”
At the mention of this ominous directive, more than a few of the men share disturbed glances with each other and shuffled uncomfortably upon their seats. “Sir, you must not be so hasty, we must not talk as if we have already lost. That would amount to shooting our own foot.” The Deputy Commander of the Army advised.
“At ease, I just wanted to make things clear.” The Minister of Defense rose from his seat indicating that the meeting was adjourned.
650 miles away
“You are certain this is wise?” Four-Star General Thani of Thailand’s Tactical Troops of Glory questioned Lieutenant General Khaleed of Malaysia’s Jungle Tigers. “Oh yes, especially with help from them.”
Singapore has always been known as the Israel of Southeast Asia. A tiny state surrounded 360 degrees by Muslim nations yet possessing wealth and a level of development from every area imaginable more than the sum of the nations surrounding it combined. No less is Singapore’s military, possessing some of the most advanced hardware and sophisticated software systems, the Singapore Army shows that it could bite as well, bite hard. It lets their neighbours know that if incurring a lion’s wrath is a dangerous game, then cornering one would mean peril beyond reckoning.
Still General Khaleed smiled a savage smile for even a lion is a whelp when compared to a mythical dragon.
PrologueA high level secretive meeting is being held at the conference room of Raffles hotel attended by the upper echelons of those in charge of safeguarding Singapore’s peace and stability. The meeting is headed by the supreme commander of Singapore’s defense, the Minister of Defense himself. At his sides and downward are the Deputy Commander and the generals that comprise the entire Singapore Army. There is even one general in the meeting acting as the secretary whose task is to take down the minutes. The meeting is so secret, so black that most of the aide-de-camps of such obscenely powerful men; with ranks no less than captains through to colonels are forbidden to know even a hint of the issues to be discussed.
Sipping cognac while waiting for the main man to return from the toilet, the atmosphere was a jovial, lighthearted one with the men slapping one another’s backs and telling jokes.
A clicking rush of wind, the conference doors opened and Samuel Tan, Minister of Defense walked briskly to the head of the oval table. Instantly the generals snapped to attention and abruptly the atmosphere became solemn. Settling down quickly in his seat and wasting no time, he pointed to Major General Jerry Soh, Head of Intelligence and Clandestine operations.
“Sir,” He began,” it’s confirmed. Malaysia and Thailand are preparing a major assault on Singapore.” Murmurs began to break out among the men. “We have detected anomalous movement of military hardware between the borders of the two countries. We have unconfirmed reports on the involvement of a mysterious third party. The location of the main base of the joint forces has been set on the plains of Penang. The main base is supported by smaller camps scattered around Malaysia and critical key installations like the Communications building and air force bases.”
“I understand,” replied Samuel Tan. “General Bernard, recall all the reservists immediately with the excuse of a surprise large scale exercise. The public must not learn of this. Business must go on as usual as far as possible. We must strike first. I expect all of you to draw out your plans for your respective units by the week’s end.”
Lieutenant General Jeremy Ang Commandant of the Commando units spoke confidently,” We will spearhead the preemptive strike, Sir. We will spread panic and chaos among the enemy and if possible leave them ripe for mop-up for the rest of the force.”
“I know I can count on you, but in case of the worst case scenarios we must come up with contingencies. General Baker and General Andrew,” addressing the Commander of the Air force and Navy respectively, “stand by to implement Cholitz Directive.”
At the mention of this ominous directive, more than a few of the men share disturbed glances with each other and shuffled uncomfortably upon their seats. “Sir, you must not be so hasty, we must not talk as if we have already lost. That would amount to shooting our own foot.” The Deputy Commander of the Army advised.
“At ease, I just wanted to make things clear.” The Minister of Defense rose from his seat indicating that the meeting was adjourned.
650 miles away
“You are certain this is wise?” Four-Star General Thani of Thailand’s Tactical Troops of Glory questioned Lieutenant General Khaleed of Malaysia’s Jungle Tigers. “Oh yes, especially with help from them.”
Singapore has always been known as the Israel of Southeast Asia. A tiny state surrounded 360 degrees by Muslim nations yet possessing wealth and a level of development from every area imaginable more than the sum of the nations surrounding it combined. No less is Singapore’s military, possessing some of the most advanced hardware and sophisticated software systems, the Singapore Army shows that it could bite as well, bite hard. It lets their neighbours know that if incurring a lion’s wrath is a dangerous game, then cornering one would mean peril beyond reckoning.
Still General Khaleed smiled a savage smile for even a lion is a whelp when compared to a mythical dragon.
