The Saga of Tanya the Merciless

Every plan must find its day,

When the price we all must pay.

Nature's patterns set the stage,

For efficiency's rampage.

The pre-dawn darkness was broken by distant flashes on the horizon. Tanya's smile bloomed into genuine delight as she lowered her binoculars. "It's payday!" she exclaimed warmly, her voice carrying across the command bunker with unmistakable joy. "How wonderful of them to arrive exactly at peak tidal flow."

She hummed cheerfully while checking the tide tables against her charts. The Allied fleet was precisely where her patterns had suggested they would be, their landing craft approaching the steep beaches she'd so carefully prepared. Behind her, officers rushed to their stations as the alert signals went out.

"Do let them establish their first wave completely," she instructed, watching with obvious pleasure as the landing craft fought the currents she knew so well. "The tide will pin them against our prepared zones for exactly forty-seven minutes. Just enough time for proper processing." She made a precise note in her ledger. "Though I do hope they've brought sufficient forces. It would be terribly inefficient to waste our preparations on an inadequate invasion."

Watch them dance in nature's flow,

Where the tides have bid them go.

Every wave brings fresh delight,

To efficiency's long night.

The morning sun rose to illuminate her masterpiece. Landing craft struggled against precisely calculated tidal surges, channeling directly into prepared firing zones. The Allied forces, expecting to find lightly defended "impossible" beaches, instead met units perfectly adapted to the terrain and timing.

"Fascinating how they're maintaining formation," she noted warmly, studying the battle through her binoculars. "Quite professional, really. Though they seem surprised by our precise firing patterns. One would think they'd expect us to optimize our response times through proper training."

When the second wave arrived exactly on schedule, Tanya's delight was almost palpable. "They're maintaining their commitment to the landing zone!" she exclaimed happily. "How absolutely wonderful. Though we should adjust our shell allocation by twelve percent". She made sure to be specific this time and clarified why and how. "No point wasting ammunition on units the tide will process naturally."

Count the cost in steel and lead,

Where efficiency has bred.

Those who trained will play their part,

In this dance of martial art.

The machinery of necessity roared into full efficiency. Every unit performed exactly as their training had prepared them, each element processing their targets with measured precision. Tanya walked her command center, humming quietly while updating her charts with fresh performance data.

"See how Battalion Three maintains their firing rhythm?" she asked her aide, genuine warmth in her voice. "Perfect numerical efficiency, exactly as their pattern suggested. Though Battalion Five," she made another note, "is still achieving optimal results through terrain reference. Rather validates our communication protocols, doesn't it?"

When reports came in of Allied forces struggling with unexpected current patterns, Tanya's smile grew even warmer. "They're finally learning to read the tides," she said cheerfully. "Though rather too late for proper efficiency. The patterns don't serve those who notice them too late."

Mark the time in lead and light,

Where the waves enforce their might.

Every plan now finds its place,

In efficiency's embrace.

The machinery of necessity proved its worth through proper application. Even defeat served efficiency, when correctly processed. Her real-time calculations showed steadily mounting returns on every investment in training and preparation.

"It really is quite beautiful," she told her staff while watching another wave of landing craft struggle against her prepared positions. "Pure efficiency expressing itself through proper channel optimization. Though we should ensure our ammunition expenditure maintains acceptable ratios. There will be more waves to process."

Dusk approached with its own satisfaction. Tanya reviewed her preliminary reports with obvious pleasure. Every element had performed within acceptable parameters. Each investment had returned precisely measured results. The invasion was progressing exactly as efficiency demanded.

Count the waves that break and fall,

Where efficiency rules all.

Those who planned will reap their due,

When the tide's dark dance is through.

The machinery of necessity grew stronger through proper validation. Even victory served efficiency, when correctly measured.