Третья мировая война 1946 - Красная волна - Сталин атак впервые - Альтернативная история

Третья мировая война 1946 - Красная волна - Сталин атак впервые - Альтернативная история
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Talk on the Black Sea

Lavrenti was depressed. 6 months since he had seen his wife and baby. Sure the Black Sea was a nice posting but it meant that he was far from home and hearth. Far from the arms of his true love and his reason for living…and he would live. No matter what it took, no matter how many American's he would have to kill...he would live to see his wife and son again. 5 years of hell had not killed him yet and he was not going to let his guard down for a second.

The sea smelled of dead fish but no matter. It was better than the rendering plant near his home yet the memory of that smell meant home. It meant safety and happiness. Interesting how the smell of death could remind him of life.

Heh Lavrenti I heard we are to move soon to Albania.

And why would that be Nikolai?

Something about some torpedo ships or subs. We have to guard them on the way to the coast and make sure the little things get in the water. Pretty sophisticated little machines they say. The Germans used them near the end of the war and from what I was told they are pretty hard to detect. Almost impossible. Most of them were lost at sea in the bad storms of the Atlantic. They should do pretty well off the coast of Italy. Not too much bad weather I am led to believe.

What would you know Nikolai? You're from Tula and never even seen salt water until a few months ago. What do you know about toy boats and torpedoes?

If you don't want the latest news then close your ears. Hand me the knife. These potatoes are not going to peal themselves. We have to save the skins now and use them in soup.

My mother always did that anyway. It adds to the flavor. You need a little dirt mixed in with your soup to give you that back to the earth feeling. I heard they would kill for these potatoes back home. The last I heard food was hard to find. Rumor is that they are letting the peasants starve to feed the loyal comrades in the city.

Yes Vasily told me he just got back from Poland where they shipped much needed wheat in order to fool the Poles that there was plenty of food coming from mother Russia. Just to keep them quiet I suspect. He also said there was plenty of food and equipment coming back from France and even Germany. It seems that the German steel mills were still producing even though the Americans and British bombed them day and night. The lucky bastards in the party leadership are even getting captured American food and goods. They try and change the packages but you can tell where they come from.

Hell I don't care where it comes from just as long as it is here ... which it isn't. Those capitalists are good at producing tasty foods and gadgets. Once this war is over we'll have to teach them just what is important and what is just foolishness.

We are lucky to be here Lavrenti away from all the fighting and here in the warmth. I do not miss the winter in Tula. If I ever see snow again it will be too soon. Give me white sand instead eh Nikolai. Yes white sand and fresh fish that is not frozen and pulled from a hole in the ice.

You noticed all the planes leaving from the base? I wonder where they are going in such a hurry? Seems to be a be mostly the small single engine ones.

How can I not notice them? They start before dawn and keep leaving all day. We seem to be a kind of transit station. A few leave going West and just as many land coming from the West. It really takes time away from my nap.

You do to much of that already Nikolai.

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