“So what’s really happening in Europe? Ireland was as close as I’ve gotten in a few years, and I don’t know how to judge what I hear on the radio. It’s almost all propaganda, as far as I can tell.”
“The radio? Propaganda? Yes, it mostly is. I assume that you know about the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower?”
“Sure, of course: seven-ten was the French nine-eleven. That was two years ago, at the beginning of their civil war. They were both blown up at the same time, on July tenth.”
“Not quite the same time,” said the colonel. “The Louvre was first. A lorry delivered four tons of Semtex. A small team of jihadis hijacked an art shipment and made the switch out in the countryside. Drove the lorry right into an underground car park and straight up to the receiving dock. The blast killed two thousand tourists and cratered the place. And needless to say it destroyed a thousand years of priceless Western artwork.”
“So the Louvre bombing was a diversion.”
“Right. It pulled away all the French security forces, and then the Eiffel Tower was attacked by a much bigger team of terrorists. About thirty of them held a hundred tourists on the observation deck and threatened to kill them and destroy the tower. After what had just happened at the Louvre, the French had no doubt of their sincerity. The terrorists tore down the big French tricolor on top and raised a gigantic black flag of jihad. They declared the Eiffel Tower to be the minaret of the new grand mosque of Muslim Europe. Paris was called the capital of the European Caliphate.
“They brought their own television and radio equipment with them. Loudspeakers, generators, the lot. Then they made the usual demands: free all the Muslims held in European jails and remove all European forces from Muslim lands. And then on Bastille Day, when none of that had happened, they began pitching hostages off the tower one by one, starting with an elderly Jew. Goes without saying they raped all the women and children. The Caliphate declared it a major victory for Islam. The terrorists held out for a week, leading the call to prayer from on top of the tower, black flag and all. And after each call to prayer, another hostage was thrown down. Finally, after nine days, French commandos tried a helicopter assault behind a smoke screen. It was a bloody fiasco—the terrorists were ready for them—but they didn’t have enough Semtex to completely destroy the tower. They only had enough to demolish the top third of it. French sappers had disabled the charges they’d planted lower on the legs.
“Attacking the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower were taken by the French as a declaration of war on France itself. After those twin disasters, nobody spoke of radical Islam anymore, just Islam. Islam in every form was declared to be the enemy of France. The French passed new anti-Islam laws almost overnight. Loyalty oaths were demanded of all Muslims in France. The Sharia no-go zones had to be opened up for inspection and completely disarmed. All Muslim men from age fifteen to fifty had to be registered, photographed, fingerprinted, and eye-scanned. This was all refused out of hand, of course. Instead, the no-go zones were barricaded, and then the French had car bombs going off in front of their schools and police stations. And snipers, of course. And rocket attacks, and random mortars. That lasted until August, when the French Army went full-out medieval. The no-go zones were attacked and then destroyed, one after the other.”
“I thought the French military was full of Muslims.”
“It was—before the loyalty oaths. The loyalty oaths were rejected in the Sharia zones, but they worked well enough in the military. Almost all the Muslims in the French Army were thrown out. The ones who didn’t desert and run into the Sharia zones were put behind razor wire as a risk to French society. It amazed everybody how fast the French could build concentration camps when they set their minds to it. This led to even more car bombs and rocket attacks, until the French used heavy artillery on the no-go zones. Leveled them. Large parts of Paris and the other French cities look like Stalingrad now, but at least they’re one hundred percent French again. Well, in the north, anyway.”
I said, “There must have been a lot of civilian casualties. When push comes to shove, Muslims always use their women and children as human shields.”
“They did—and yes, they always do—but this time it didn’t work. Not when the French were in a fight for their survival. The problem with that human-shield strategy is that sooner or later somebody calls your bluff, and that’s exactly what the French military did. And being concentrated in all-Muslim enclaves, well, that vastly simplified matters when it came time to take care of business and end the mess once and for all. Of course, thousands of innocent French civilians died as well, but that couldn’t be helped. Collateral damage. War is hell, and civil war is even worse.”
A lot of what the colonel said was similar to the rumors I’d heard on the single-sideband. “I didn’t think they had it in them anymore, the French.”
“It finally came down to a matter of national survival. Do or die. Nobody could deny reality after the Louvre and Eiffel Tower attacks. In the end, the French military showed very little mercy. Bastille Day with the black flag of jihad flying above the Eiffel Tower was the turning point. And there was a growing realization that if the no-go zones were going to burn anyway, it would be simpler just to kill them all in the ruins with artillery than to try to coax them out and put them into camps or deport them. A realization by the French military, I mean. It wasn’t the declared French national policy, not that I ever heard. But that’s exactly what happened.”
“So, are there still any Muslims in France?”
“There are almost none north of Lyon, but there are millions left in the Marseille Pocket. The French Civil War isn’t over, not by a long shot. It’s still a big mess in the south. The hardliners want to starve them out, and force them across the Mediterranean to Africa. The socialists want to trade a Muslim enclave in the south for a peace treaty. There were some talks about population exchanges and repatriation, but they came to naught. The French socialists don’t have much influence anymore. They’re seen as collaborators for supporting the Muslim invasion in the first place. French Quislings. Traitors. Cowards and sellouts, like that poofter Emmanuel Macron. They were blamed for the Louvre and Eiffel Tower attacks. Nationalists are running the show in France today.”
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