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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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Mosquitoes Sting


The night was cold and clear. The stars were out in full force and made men feel small an insignificant, which is as it should be. As individuals we are insignificant. When gather and join into armies we are far from insignificant when it comes to the destruction we can impose on each other and other living creatures. We don't seem to bother rocks and the wind too much but the things that live on those rocks and fly on the wind are affected in very dramatic ways.

Take for example the owl getting into position to snare a mouse that he has just spotted. This mouse would have made a great meal for the night. Just as he was starting his dive Sergei Slimac’s Tu2's right engine coughed to life and started the prop spinning at a high rate of speed. This caused the owl to flinch and altered his flight path which made him miss his intended mark. The mouse dogged the preverbal bullet or in this case the owl and lived another 10 minutes.

All along the flight line other dramas where being played out. It was pitch dark and mistakes were made and corners cut. The goal was to launch all of the squadron’s planes in record time regardless of what obstacles the night provided. Things were actually going quite well considering. Only 2 major incidents so far but they did not hamper the operation. The TU 2s of 224 squadron maneuvered into place and took off nose to tail, wing tip to wing tip just like the commander had ordered. 3 planes were already in the air when out of the blackness death rained.

The rumors were that it was only 12 night flying British RAF Mosquitoes that caused so much death and destruction. It was supposed that having the marker lights on, so that the Soviet medium bombers could take off and land, guided them into the perfect position to kill and maim so many on the ground and then hunt the 3 Tus who were in the air. Only one Soviet bomber escaped major damage or outright destruction and that was the one being services in the old barn away from the rest of the buildings.

It just happened to be the barn that the owl lived in and slept in during the day. The barn was saved but the owl was not. He was torn in to tiny pieces by a 20mm shell on the way to a bombers just taking off. The collision managed to divert the speeding shell just enough to save the pilot from having his head taken off. It did however take off his arm at the elbow. This forced him to lose control of the brakes and rudder and he veered to the right and into 2 other planes whose pilots were watching in horror as their comrade slammed into them. All three crews died instantly and the fireball created many more aiming points and targets for the marauding Mosquitoes.

The anti aircraft gun crews finally were able to respond but all explosions and flashes from them destroyed their night vision. One mosquito decided to take another run at the airfield and he paid with this decision with his life. The Soviet made 35mm shell hit the plane 5 feet outboard on the left wing. Being so low and fast the pilot never stood and chance or possibly never comprehended the situation and slammed into the ground 248 yards from the south runway killing the mouse who had earlier survived the misdirected owls razor sharp claws.

And that was it. In 10 minutes 24 men had altered the lives of countless of creatures of the night and their fellow men. The Soviets lost all but one TU 2 medium bomber of 24 Squadron and 46 dead personnel and the RAF lost one Mosquito high speed night fighter bomber along with its crew and 2 others on planes 3 and 9 were also critically wounded and did not make it back to England and home alive.

As it so happens not one of the surviving personnel at the Soviet airbase 224 in Calais made it back to their homes in the USSR either. That is except the pilot whose head was saved by the owl. He actually survived and most of him was transported back home to the Ukraine. Minus of course his lower arm. He lived to be 91 years old, had 5 children and 23 grandchildren and it was never determined how many great grand children, one of whom became a very famous Climatologist but that is a tale for another time. 

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Dark Thoughts at Night



Truman looks out at the night from his train car. He was once again crisscrossing the country trying to drum up support for the war effort. The American public was tired and fed up with rationing and sacrificing her young men. He could feel it at every stop along the way. The money men were not investing because of what they called the uncertainty of the situation in Europe.

What uncertainty. It was certain that if they did not start emptying their pockets that Europe would be forever under the boot of a dictator. We had to get this over with and we had to do it quick. The American public did not have a long attention span and the "situation" in Europe was wearing thin. Enough were saying that we should not come to their rescue once more. But he knew that way lay folly.

An unchecked Stalin would soon have the atomic bomb and the means to deliver it. From what his scientists were telling him it was only a matter of time given the secrets they had already stolen and the massive penetration of own weapons programs much less the British. It was feared that the British were riddled with high level spies feeding every closely guarded secret we had straight to the Kremlin.

This war had to be over violently and swiftly. He just could not imagine invading the greater Soviet Union if they possessed the Bomb. Just a few exploded over the right port or landing area would defeat even an invasion like Normandy. Even an atomic bomb buried like a mine an exploded at the right time would be a tragedy that the American public would never understand.

It was ironic that in order to prevent isolationism and the permanent subjugation of Europe he would have to attack with everything he had way before he was ready. It had to happen within a year or the opportunity was lost. All the equipment from the aborted invasion of Japan was still available. All that was needed was the will and a great plan. As tragic as it was MacArthur’s death was a blessing in disguise. Just before his death he had authored a brilliant plan absolutely stunning in its simplicity and logic. It was an island hopping campaign using the vast distances of the Soviet Union the same way as we used the vast distances between islands in the Pacific. Cut them off from their supply, isolate them and let them wither on the vine.

If everything went according to plan the campaign would produce minimum casualties and complete victory without slogging through the depths of Asia and in an acceptable time frame. A time frame that the American public would support and embrace.

But Mac was not the man to lead the campaign. That's why his death was fortuitous as well as tragic. It prevented a protracted fight and anymore delays. The perfect choice was of course Patton but the man was also dead. Both were a pain in the ass but he did morn their loss. Plus he needed multiple Pattons so the search began for the successors to the two greatest fighting generals the world had ever seen. The way was clear for a new generation of Blitzkrieg warriors.

Names like Alexander Patch, William Simpson, Hodges, Kruger, Eichelberger, Collins, Bradley, Terry Allen, Joe Stillwell, Courtney Hicks Hodges, Alexander Archer Vandergrift came to mind. All good men and all capable of doing what had to be done.

Once Stalin got the bomb it was game over we had to move and we had to do it while he was distracted by the British. We had hit them hard and fast before they had time to set up those cursed missiles. What the hell was guiding them?

Yes we had to attack them where they were the weakest. We had to use our remaining atom bombs to their greatest effect and we had to have them all work. We were going for blood. In the twentieth century that meant Oil! In boxing terms the fight over Britain and the Battle for the Pyrenees would be jabs. Jabs meant to keep you opponent off balance and to set him up. What was about to happen would be a shot to the kidneys. Not too sporting but when you're in a back alley brawl you do what you have to do to win.