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 26, 2011

Far East Theater in WWIII 1946 by RangerElite

Filling the MacArthur void:

12 June 1946

Proposal to the President of the United States
Regarding the Far East Theater
--President's Eyes Only--

Due to the untimely loss of General of the Army Douglas A. MacArthur, there is a void in leadership in the Far East that must be filled. The Office of the Chief of Staff to the Commander in Chief
U.S. Department of War have had candidates under consideration, for just such an occasion. For the position of Supreme Commander, Allied Powers, based in Japan,OCSCC recommends former 6th U.S. Army Commanding General, General Walter Krueger, for promotion to General of the Army, to assume the position of SCAP and CICUSAFFE (Commander-In-Chief, U.S. Armed Forces, Far East). His exemplary service and keen strategic mind will be invaluable in this position.

During demobilization, the assets (the 6th and 8th Armies) that Krueger will need, had been reduced to divisional-strength, and dispersed (6th Army was sent to the Presidio, in San Francisco, while the 8th was being maintained as the occupation force in Japan, with 1st Marine Division deployed to China). All efforts are being made to bring the assets to full strength. In the meanwhile, the leadership of these armies will have to be overhauled. JCS recommendations for the Army-level commanders are as follows: 8th Army – General Walton H. “Johnnie” Walker as CG, Lieutenant General James Van Fleet as his Deputy CG. 6th Army – General Mark W. Clark as CG, Lieutenant General Matthew B. Ridgway as Deputy CG. Corps and Divisional Commanders to be determined at a later time.

As SCAP, one of Krueger's first assignments will be to search the Empire of Japan to find reform-minded Japanese politicians (hopefully, without the taint of the previous government on them) to draft a Constitution and form a new government. Time is of the essence and this cannot wait. The Japanese people will have to stand on their own, and we cannot afford to spare troops for a protracted occupation.

As for the Japanese soldiers being repatriated from all over Asia, OCSCC has been formulating a plan for their retraining and rearmament, and a way to make it more palatable to the U.S. and Asian populations who were locked in mortal combat with them, only less than a year ago. Another major issue that will have to be dealt with is the discreditation and suppression of resurgent Japanese Communist Party. If left untouched, they would act as a very powerful 5th Column force, more than capable of supporting any Soviet push into the Far East, especially into Japan, through either the Kurile Islands or Port Arthur.

To summarize, we must accelerate the peace process and rearmament of our former enemies, or risk having a second front opened where we are spread the thinnest.

The Tail of Sea Hound

The smudge on the horizon gradually got larger and larger. Luckily Seehund 243 did not have to move very far as it’s submerged speed was only 7 knots. The Liberty ship was going to reach ideal firing position any minute now.

The spot in the ocean were the intended target was about to meet its fate was very crowded with manmade objects. A number of wrecks laid near-by.

One was the eighth HMS Vanguard of the British Royal Navy and was an Audacious-class central-battery ironclad battleship, launched in 1870. It was a marvel of its age with both sail and steam power along with 9”guns.

On 27 August 1875 Captain Richard Dawkins, sailed out of Kingstown (now Dún Laoghaire) harbor commanding the HMS Vanguard. The Vanguard was in company with three other ironclads, Warrior, Hector and Iron Duke and was en route to Queenstown (Cobh), County Cork As they passed the Kish lightship, a heavy fog came down which restricted visibility to less than a ship's length.

Vanguard's sister ship — Iron Duke — was drifting off course and began returning to her proper station when a problem with her steam plant meant that her foghorn was inoperable. It could not be used to alert the other vessels of her position or course.

At about 12:50, a look-out on Vanguard spotted a sailing ship directly ahead. As Vanguard turned to avoid it, Iron Duke appeared out of the fog on her port side less than 40 yds away. Collision was unavoidable. Iron Duke's underwater ram tore open Vanguard's hull near her boilers.

Iron Duke freed herself after a few minutes, sustaining only minor damage. Vanguard, however, was sinking. The pumps were powered by the engines, which shut down ten minutes after the collision when the engine room flooded. The only loss of life was the Captains dog.

Within spitting distance (if you could spit underwater) lay U-Boat 1051 commanded by the late Heinrich von Holleben along with 38 of his fellow crewmen. U-1051 had already sunk the Galatea and the HMS Manners when itself was sunk on January 26th 1945. U-boats did not last long in the Irish Sea in 1945. There time was over and that’s one of the reasons the Seehund was invented.

After U-1051 torpedoed HMS Manners, she was located by HMS Bentinck and attacked with depth charges, soon thereafter joined by HMS Aylmer and HMS Calder. The boat was forced to surface, came under fire by the frigates and sank after being rammed by HMS Aylmer.

HMS Manners (A/Cdr. John Valentine Waterhouse, DSO, RN) was hit by one torpedo from U-1051. The frigate broke in two after the hit, the stern sank with the loss of four officers and 39 ratings, and while 15 others were injured. The forepart of the vessel was towed into Barrow in Furness and was declared a total loss.

The aft section came to rest almost on top of the HMS Vanguard.

The Liberty ship #1853 the Daniel Appleton now on loan to the British and named Samforth waddled it’s way until it was almost on top of the HMS Vanguard and about 100 feet from the stern of the HMS Vanguard when the torpedo hit mid-section. The noise was the typical explosion and then secondary explosions and then the metal on metal shrieking so often heard when a ship starts to break in two when the second torpedo stuck the bow and sealed the fate of the Samforth. There were no great explosions as she settled quickly by the bow.

Now this sinking would not be worth mentioning in the overall scheme of things. It was after all only one of dozens of ships sunk by the Soviet version of the Seehund and even though it was the first, it still was unremarkable except for its cargo. On board were almost a million VT fuses destined for use in the 3.7” British AA gun. Again not a remarkable loss considering that the US was turning out 100,000 of these fuses a month 8 months ago.

The problem was that fully 25% of the US electronics industry and 75% of the molded plastics industry was at one point producing these fuses. Now it was down to 10% with 90% of each going towards consumer products. This ship was carrying almost 60% of the available for export VT fuses in the world. The US had millions more for its own use but not for export and would not have appreciable amounts for another 6 months.

Did Seehund 243 have knowledge of this fact before it got into position to sink the Samforth? No it didn’t. The Samforth just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh and by the way. Remember the captain’s dog that was lost on the Vanguard in 1875? One of his ancestors was the cook’s dog named Sea Hound and a stowaway aboard the Samforth. He perished within spitting distance of his great, great, great, great (you get the idea) grandfather. Never to worry though Sea Hound had many a pup to keep the long line of sea dogs alive. Remember the dogs the Soviets put into space. Well once again that is a tale or a tail for another time.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Episode 5 by Christopher Marcus

"As Heart And Blood"
- a story from the Third World War ... that erupted in 1946

by Christopher Marcus

Previously: Volunteer soldier, private Javier Gonzales, had only just arrived in Spain from his native Bolivia to try to hold the line together with the rest of the Spain's hastily upgraded national army and the NATO Expeditionary Force. Poised to break this line stood the combined might of two Soviet Fronts, ready for a final offensive into the 'old country'. Along with the rest of Javier's 5thOverseas Regiment his column was making its way from Bilbao to reinforce their allies ... but they didn't get far up into the rugged Pyrenees before they drove straight into an ambush by Communist partisans …

Episode 5
Date: Unknown
Location: Unknown

"He really doesn't remember what happened? Perhaps cutting out an eye will refresh his memory?"

Javier had only just come out of the darkness again - the merciful darkness of unconsciousness, but he immediately wished he could escape back to it when he heard the gruff emotionless voice next to him. He couldn't get anywhere, though. He was tied to something, it felt like a table, and the only darkness now was that which filled the small room (in a cottage?) that smelled of rotting wood, piss and fear.

The man who had suggested cutting out an eye, continued walking slowly around him and Javier discovered, by turning his head ever so slightly, that the man was not talking to anyone ... but himself.

He was a big man, broad-shouldered and had a face like a rock - bald and weathered. Javier vaguely remembered being hit by the man several times, before the darkness had shown mercy and descended over him. Before that he could not remember much.

The man caressed a big hunting knife; it seemed again like he was talking to ... it?

"Pablo will be impatient if another one of these traitors don't have anything to say … but you ..." - he looked again at the blade that gleamed slightly in the dark, because the glow from the man's cigarette reflected in it - " … you are different," he seemed to conclude. "You are patient."

He turned abruptly towards Javier:

"Well, what will it be? Will you talk?"

"I … don't know what you want ... " Javier stammered.

The man hit him hard. Javier's head was knocked to the side, but his body was still immovable, strapped to the table. He felt the warm, metallic taste of blood surge in his mouth.

" - Tell me when the next troop transport is coming, so we can hit the fascists and their NATO allies once more!" the man spluttered. "Hit them hard!"

"I - I don't know."

Another fist in Javier's face and then … the knife. The man was holding it in two fingers now over Javier's right eye, carelessly, as if he could let it go at any time.

"Look here, young friend," the man said, his voice ghostly. "I am very old, you know. My hands are not what they used to be. Things can … slip from them."

"I don't know when the next transport is going to be!!" Javier howled. He felt a deep nauseous fear bore into his gut now.

"That's a pity," his interrogator said and scowled. "I didn't want kill another one. Pablo will be disappointed. It took them 2 hours to dig you and the two others out of that truck's wreckage, you know."

Now it came back … in strange, clouded images bubbling up to the surface of Javier's wounded mind:

We were attacked … somebody had shouted 'partisans' … yes, that was it. There had been mines, too. Landmines. And rifle-fire. Oh, God … de la Serna. de la Serna had died right there beside him. One moment they were talking and the next … Oh, God … And he had grabbed for his carbine, scrambled to get out with the others. And then there was another explosion and the truck had turned over with a sound from the metal in its ribs that was almost like a wail, and then everything … turned round and round … and something hit him in his head. And then … the first darkness.

"Yes … " the interrogator nodded enigmatically, as if he had seen this kind of fractured remembering in his victims numerous times before and had to decide whether or not it meant anything - a postponement of the inevitable kill:

"Yes, that's right ..." he continued. "Your fascist comrades in arms didn't come back for you. Probably thought you were dead, eh? You should've been, too. It's normal when your truck slides down a mountainside, isn't it? Even if it's only 20 or 30 meters."

"I … the others … dead?" Javier coughed. He had to know.
The interrogator looked at him with something that almost, and quite perversely, resembled ... pity.

But it was only for a few seconds. Then he said:

"Two survived, beside you. One of them, a corporal - I cut his throat a few hours ago. He wasn't worth shit. The other, a big loaf, might be more fun but I doubt he knows anymore than you. They don't tell you grunts much, do they? Probably because you are traitors … "

"I'm not a traitor … " Javier tried to say, although it felt ridiculous to insist on - now of all times. But a part of him didn't want to die like this, being called that. He hated the word. His father had used it often enough about the men who had deserted his platoon in the Chaco War against Paraguay not so many years ago.

It seemed illogical and yet there was something in that particular word that felt more dangerous to Javier, if only for a breath or two, than the knife that still hovered above his eye.

A part of him still struggled in the normal way, of course - it was only natural: Think of this, think of that - how to get away.

And another part struggled with despair: It can't be over already. I never even got to the front …

And then there was that part of him. That odd, irrational part that made it important for him to press on to get it out - to say it:

"I'm not a traitor," he repeated firmly.

Was it a part of him that belatedly demanded the dignity he could never really conquer in his own, secretive, sedated life back in that desolate provincial town of Tarija? Whatever the case, even if he somehow got his wish - some surprising agreement of his self-assessment from his interrogator - in a few moments he would then be dead anyway. He was sure of that now.

"You are a traitor to me!!" the interrogator spat, " - To everyone of my brothers, you are! Coming up from your safe lil' homes - in colonies liberated from exploitation - coming up here to fight with the fascists now. But where were you when me and Pablo and our brothers got slaughtered by Franco?"
Javier had no answer to that. The man ranted on:

"We fought - and we were almost wiped out. But now we have another chance, for a socialist Spain. For a true Spain … !"

The sudden surge of defiance left Javier again. All he could do now was stare and the knife.

It seemed like it came closer to his eye, the more angry the man got ... the more he spurted out tirades against Franco, wailed about his lost comrades from the Civil War, or ranted about the glories that Stalin and "true socialism" would bring to Spain and how he, and other groups like his, would be "the vanguard" … Yes, they would pave the way for the victorious Worker's And Peasants' Army soldiers, by killing as many "fascist pigs" before the final Soviet offensive ...

… and so on.

The rant went on for a few minutes and the man never took away the knife from Javier's eye while he rambled, growled, raged - like nobody had listened to him for a long time.

Then he suddenly stopped:

"And now, amigo … you know why you are a traitor," he concluded.
That's when Javier decided he was indeed crazy. Perhaps the loneliness of living with these partisans, or whatever they were, hiding for years in the mountains, perhaps it had driven him crazy.

Yes, the man was crazy, and now that glory and redemption of his cause were near - in the form of the two colossal Soviet armies that loomed at the border between France and Spain - now he became even crazier. Like a small flame that blazed up, when sparks from the big fire fed it.

But it didn't matter that Javier had decided anything. It was just one last, worthless act of defiance.

The man raised the knife. Javier closed his eyes hard.

That's when he heard the first sounds from the outside he could not see - the first sounds he had heard in hours, aside from the rants of his captor:

Sounds like gunfire …

You can read Chris' own short stories at www.shadeofthemorningsun.com

Another War

“Bloody hell.”

“What's wrong Sir?”

“We’ve got another war on our hands, a war of tactics.”

“How so Sir?”

“Please indulge me Major. I'm just thinking out loud. Not only are two powerful factions fighting to decide how the fighters are to be managed. But we also have more ideas over how the airfields should be defended. One side believes that the anti aircraft gun and the VT fuse will solve all our problems and that the combat air patrol over all airfields is no longer necessary. That basically the airfields can defend themselves. I've seen the studies and the VT fuse is wonderful and the statistics don't lie. The Americans have used it quite well in the battle against the kamikaze. All though the kamikaze did still get through at times.

Once you get that question out of the way we still have to decide whether to use the fighters in a Big Wing like Bader and Leigh-Mallory camp proposed or in small squadron sized units like Dowding and Park proposed. Being outnumbered four to one is going to make it a very hard decision I'm afraid I'm leaning towards the Big Wing Theory. We just can't afford to be wrong in this.”

“Forgive me for being presumptuous Sir. May I play the devil’s advocate? Couldn't we experiment? In the original battle of Britain 11 Group used the Fighter Tactics and 12 Group used the Big Wing as they had more time to prepare. Both seem to have worked in their various areas given the situations that the commanders were presented. Another consideration is that of course our radar is much better now so we will have much more time to prepare.”

"Yes I suppose given the increased amount of time our new radar installations will give us we will have ample time to detect any formations. Keeping that in mind the Big Wing will probably be the best solution for our current problem. The extra time provided by more powerful radar well give will allow us to form the Big Wing much faster and therefore intercept much faster. We will also be able to concentrate our forces to attack the enemy where he is the weakest.”

Yet another problem is how do we base our fighters? Do we spread them out or concentrate them and guard them with heavy anti aircraft defenses. If we spread them out there is less likely chance that they will get caught taking off or landing but they'll be harder to concentrate them into the larger formations. If we concentrate them in the few airfields then we are going to have to rely on our anti aircraft defenses to protect them. Plus there is the fact that if we concentrate them they will be able to form Big Wings faster to reach the enemy earlier and in force.

We still are going to have to shoot down 4 planes to our 1 before the Reds will be convinced to stop. Ivan is no stranger to casualties. The kind of casualties that they have taken over the years will have to be horrendous to convince Stalin that he is defeated. That is something the Americans don't seem to understand. The casualties they suffered compared ours were slight. Compared to the Russians they were miniscule. I do believe the American leadership understands this but the average American will become very upset if their casualty rate is anywhere near what we and the Soviets have suffered. I doubt the American public will stand for it for long."

"You are probably right Sir American politicians have quite a dilemma on their hands but I would suggest Sir that that is not our problem at the moment."
“Yes … yes of course. I get side tracked easily these days. So basically we are faced with a number of decisions we have to make you have to make them quickly.

1. Big Wing or Squadron formations
2. Heavily defended airfields and no combat air patrol or use our limited resources for combat air patrol.
3. Spread out our fighters or concentrate them in a few well defended airfields.
4. Do we meet them over the channel or after they start their return. We don’t want to be in the same air space as the VT fuse without special considerations.

First decision must be whether we're going to use the Big Wing Theory or not. I have a feeling this will bring about the same heated discussions that occurred during the first battle of Britain. Both sides insisted that they were right and in the end it was some misplaced bombs hitting London that cause the Hun to change his tactics. They stopped hitting our airfields and radar after we retaliated and bomb Berlin. Many historians believe that this was the turning point as the Luftwaffe was about to clear the skies our fighters. It never really was conclusively proven whether the Big Wing was effective or not.

Another factor to consider is that the Soviets outnumber us 4 to 1 were as the Germans outnumbered us 3 to 2. I believe this makes it imperative that we go with the Big Wing. And if we go with the Big Wing that means that we have to go with concentrating our fighters so they can get organized faster in order to reach the Soviet formations before they can do too much harm. That of course leads me to the conclusion that we have to have heavily defended, smaller amounts of airfields in close proximity to each other and rely on the anti aircraft guns and the VT fuse.”

"I suggest Sir that another tactic we may use would be to drag and the Soviet fighters over our flak traps. This might cause problems with identification and we should find a solution for our fighters to distinguish themselves from their opponents. Perhaps we could use the same type of markings that we use during the invasion, those invasion stripes come to mind Sir or some kind of strobe light that we could turn on the could be seen during the day that would warn our gunners not to shoot at our own planes."

“That is a problem we are going to have to work on but I don’t think it is surmountable. Yes I think I will present this to the minister and put the matter up for discussion. We have to prepare and time is running out. Playing to your devil’s advocate I would conclude that after weighing all the options our best course of action will be to use the Big Wing, concentrate our airfields and surround them with flak traps and put our faith to the hands of the vaunted VT fuse and the 3.7 inch antiaircraft gun. I know the fighter pilots will be chaffing at the bit to tear into Ivan before he can reach their ground crews but that’s what bomb shelters are made for eh. “

“Well I suppose you are right sir. It seems like we have to make some hard decisions involving some bad choices. Given the number of Ivan’s in that are going to be in the air this will be a close run thing.”