STRAIT OF TROUBLES: THE YEARS IN GHAISAB
Get out! Get out! Sadness, hate and the reign of arbitrary.
Get out! Get out! Destruction, jealousy; there is no trust left.
Get out! Get out! No honour, but oppression and slavery.
Get out! Get out! Ruin and war and the blood is flowing.
- Rachid Taha, Barra Barra
Pergamese forces remain in Ghaisab to assist Government forces in retaking the recent gains made by the UGNR and al-Duru in the Qizarian Peninsula (ADQP).
The official approximate deadline conveyed by the Armed Forces Headquarters lay between the ends of September and December 2020.
Irida Simatupang, Deputy Press Secretary of the Armed Forces Headquarters, stated in a press conference that
"the current situation in the country requires additional military effort to ensure long-term stability."
- Galaneas, 15 January 2021
Ghaisab unleashed a storm that was brewing for years...of which we shall come to regret playing a part in
- Leonidas Fotallis, former Minister of Foreign Affairs, 2025 interview with O Angeliofóros
Get out! Get out! Destruction, jealousy; there is no trust left.
Get out! Get out! No honour, but oppression and slavery.
Get out! Get out! Ruin and war and the blood is flowing.
- Rachid Taha, Barra Barra
Pergamese forces remain in Ghaisab to assist Government forces in retaking the recent gains made by the UGNR and al-Duru in the Qizarian Peninsula (ADQP).
The official approximate deadline conveyed by the Armed Forces Headquarters lay between the ends of September and December 2020.
Irida Simatupang, Deputy Press Secretary of the Armed Forces Headquarters, stated in a press conference that
"the current situation in the country requires additional military effort to ensure long-term stability."
- Galaneas, 15 January 2021
Ghaisab unleashed a storm that was brewing for years...of which we shall come to regret playing a part in
- Leonidas Fotallis, former Minister of Foreign Affairs, 2025 interview with O Angeliofóros

Pergamese troops of the 51st Mechanized Infantry Regiment overlooking the semi-arid landscape in the Zahi State, May 2021
Photograph by Christodoulos Vasceas of Galaneas
17 July 2018
FOB Astacos, 2 miles east of Marhiyyan, Nasrist Ghaisab
Yorgos Roussakis slacked against his chair as he watched a Galaneas news report presented by a female newscaster. Her looks reminded him of his daughter who recently graduated, and her voice alongside helped him to forget the battlefields of the past and the approaching future for a moment. It was as if he were back home, until she mentioned the names Ta'izm and Marhiyyan. A sigh escaped him to alleviate the tinge of surprise that returned him to reality. Footage from the recent engagement at Marhiyyan played, displaying soldiers of the Pergamese 3rd Foreign Infantry Regiment and the Nasrist 61st Motorized Infantry Regiment exchanging fire against their UGNR counterparts positioned far away, all in the Taajuddeen al-Mitri District. He squinted his eyes and fidgeted his thumbs, staring as if reliving the experience on that same ground as a grunt. His lips were stretched, then formed a half-smile as footage from the engagement at Ta'izm showed.
A young man in his late twenties opened the door, and left one foot past the threshold. The sight was enough to pull him away from the flat-screen television facing him from the opposite wall. The man proceed to inform him that General al-Mansur is now available to see him, and Roussakis ordered him to send his guest in. From the open door, the young man disappeared, and al-Mansur walked in. The general's uniform remained clean, despite an accumulation of some dust on the way. The man's countenance remained stern, eyes betraying dignity. Yet, upon seeing him, the smile emerging on his face shredded the formal veneer.
"My brother," Roussakis greeted in Pergamese.
Both embraced, and gave themselves three pats on the back as was the Pergamese custom between close friends.
"How's it feel to be back in a town you just regained?"
"Great, brother. Great! Thanks be to God Almighty," al-Mansur replied, making a sign of the Cross after shaking his head in relief.
"We can rest easy knowing that the rebels are officially out of the Al-Hasadmur State. But, we need to ready for the future as there is more action to come."
"Wars are not won in a day, after all."
"Let's walk outside. I'm tired from sitting my ass in this office all day. And I'm hungry for fatoot with eggs." Roussakis smiled and clapped, eyes as eager as a child's.
Once they exited the building, the afternoon sun did not hesitate the bask them with its blanket of summer heat. They put their hands against their foreheads like a salute to help their eyes guide them to the mess hall building. Relief riddled their faces as the coolness of the room gripped them, and the wall's grey color seemed to have amplified its resonance further. They disregarded attention to their surroundings as they walked inside, until they were shaken by the men and women standing at attention. Roussakis returned a half-smile, and ordered them to be at ease and gave them the primary objective of finishing their meals. His smile morphed into a laugh as the soldiers acknowledged with merriment before sitting back down. Receiving a plate's worth of fatoot, both sat at a separate spot far from the nearest soldiers at their table.
"So delicious," Roussakis exclaimed as he took a single bite, "You need to get your wife to share the recipe with me as soon as possible."
"I'll try to." Al-Mansur finished one slice of bread. "I'm really grateful that you are able to help us, my friend. You don't know how much I and the rest of my colleagues are appreciative of your guys' presence here."
"Glad to help out."
"Seriously, those rebels almost got us at our laurels at that time. Very bad, very bad." He shook his head, and drank his water. "God knows what will happen if we didn't hold on for much longer."
Roussakis recalled those moments hearing of the UGNR's Spring Offensive back home. At first, the Ghaisabi government seemed the handle the military situation well. At least, decently. Initially rocked by attacks from Opposition-aligned military units throughout the country in June 2016, the government were able to repel them out of Al Marabanah, Ghaisab's capital, Western Ghaisab, and parts of Northern and Southern Ghaisab by September. The tug-o-war between sides mostly over the Central Region ran for little more than a year, enough for an avid watcher of the conflict to burn out. Then came the government forces' retreat from December 2017. Roussakis remembered how distraught and increasingly distressed he felt watching the crisis unfold throughout the days, even more so for his friend. He felt it all as if they all occurred yesterday. Despite the government's stubbornness, the UGNR proved the hold the upper hand, and progressively held it firmly as those months passed by. The UGNR's advance into the Al-Hasadmur State on April 2018 was the final straw that led al-Nasr to request military assistance from Pergamon. Upon hearing word of his country's official declaration of armed intervention and his infantry brigade being a participant in the expeditionary force, Roussakis was all too happy to accept the decision.
"Do not think too much about it, my friend," he said, "Just be happy that we are not in that future."
"Right. Still, with much to do in the future, something may be bound to go wrong, and we may end up back to square one."
"That may happen, but we will stand our ground and adjust."
"I just hope we'll able to exploit our successes this time. I'd hate to have a repeat of September."
"And we will not. Now, come on. Eat. Remaining anxious won't do you any good."
They continued eating. Roussakis complained about the absence of Ghaisabi tea as he was about to finish. Al-Mansur reassured him that his men will deliver a shipment to the base, and Roussakis enthusiastically thanked him. He saw his friend's face brighten further, and he remained grateful for lifting the anxiety off him at this moment. After finishing, they exited the mess hall, and walked outside the base to view the picturesque landscape of sparse trees, farmlands, and the mountains across. They discussed their daily lives outside of the military conflict as they paced around the perimeter until heading back in the beginning of evening to discuss plans for a joint offensive towards the Waadi as Majid Region.





