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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Friday, December 16, 2011

Protect and Serve

The Tu2 medium bomber named Zaichik was being buffeted by the prop wash of the B25 it was keeping close formation with. The pilot and co-pilot fought with the controls. They would normally have given the bigger bomber a much wider berth but the whole point of this practice was to get as many medium bombers and fighters tucked in and stacked above the Lend Lease B25J as possible.

Everyone had been told that the B25 had a magic box inside it that would ward off some electric anti-aircraft round that could feel their plane and explode when it just got close to you. These Yankee cannon shells did not even have to hit you to explode but had some kind of built in electronic sensing device called the VT fuse. He had no idea what VT stood for but the electronic machine in the B25 was supposed to keep the anti aircraft shell from killing them by tricking the fuse to go off before it should. They joked that it better be a long time before it should.

The magic box had a limited range so you had to fit as many planes as close as you could above the bigger American bomber as the shells would “feel” the magic box and explode below. The pilot hoped far below. Bombers in the VVS were not used to flying in tight formation and there had been some crashes but hours and hours of practice were paying off. He didn’t know how long their new found discipline would last once they started falling out of the sky. They were told to be like a school of fish if one falls you tighten up and get in closer. Easy for them to say sitting behind their big desks back in Paris.

He wished he was flying the B25 but that was for Vlad and not him. All his friend Vlad had to do was to fly the route to and from the target. He didn’t have to worry about crashing into other planes. They had to worry about crashing into him. They were told that if they crashed into the B25 their families would be killed and no one wanted that. Yet the tighter you could get in formation to the big bomber the better your chances and the chances of your friends had against the American anti aircraft shells.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Dream Team



Georgy received the usual memo passed through the slot and ran to do the bidding of his unseen master.

He marveled that this fellow Sergo had ability to place the exact right person in the exact right job. He had heard that he didn’t know people’s names but just looked at the tests he had designed and each of the 50,000 workers was just a number, just another cog to be placed into the machine of the Soviet aerospace effort. Sergo just looked at the test results and then categorized each worker/slave and put them in those file drawers of his, according to some system he had in his head.

They had tried to get him help with some kind of assistance to help him with his job or just something to ease his burdens as well as to spy on him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. They even tried getting him one of the most beautiful women he as every seen to be his assistant and when he rejected her they got him a young man who liked other men, but that didn’t work either.

Since late in 1943 Sergo’s operation has been right behind the German, US and British research and development efforts in four main areas, jet engines, rockets, heavy bombers and high octane gas. He saw early the need for each of these particular elements. He let the other nations spend the time and money to do the research, testing and waited for the triumphs. Beria's remarkable spy network brought him the information he needed and was stealing the ideas of others at a prodigious rate. Then he set his minions on their path.

Along the way he had to find people to delve into metallurgy, organic chemistry, physics etc. He personally knew nothing about any of these scientific disciplines but his tests had identified hundreds of prodigies in each of these disciplines and dozens more. When he needed an organic chemist to work on cracking oil and producing high octane gas, he pulled his files and found the right one for the job. He was even allowing some the foremost minds, still alive after the purges, to teach promising prisoners.

Sergo started parallel programs to the German, British and United States efforts. As Beria’s intelligence machine fed in new data and documents Sergo’s operation used it to full advantage. Great strides were accomplished in the development in what were basically copies of the German, British and even American jet engines. Georgy had heard that Beria had a spy, William Mutterperl, who was on the design team of the Yankees jet fighter. As a consequence of these efforts in replicating his former allies and enemies work the Soviet war machine was from 3 to 4 months behind in these critical areas.

In a few areas they were ahead because of Sero’s emphasis and insistence. The ground to air missile system was such an example. Georgy was responsible for seeing that his unseen master’s wishes came to fruition and he was very good at it.

Right now high octane gas was being produced to keep the VVS fighters competitive with NATOs aircraft. The first month of the war they had to use hoarded stocks of Lend Lease fuel but now their own production had come on line. It’s interesting to note that Russians have been leaders in organic chemistry since the 1890s when Vladimir Shukhov first “cracked” oil.

A former student of Shukohov had defected to the US in 1930 but the secrets he took with him came from the USSR. The defector named Vladimir Ipatieff was given credit for finding an economical way to create high octane gas in 1930 for the capitalist war mongers, yet he was educated in the Soviet Union and much of his research remained behind when he defected. That research was put to good use and little Anna Mezhlumova reproduced his process. Now high octane gas was being stockpiled for future use.

Another example would be when the MiG Design Bureau became aware of the German Ta 183 project in 1944 and emulating the parallel process Sergo pioneered for copying and improving others designs. They started work on what would become the MiG 15. This ground breaking jet fighter could be operational in May, 1947. A frightening thought for the US bombing effort.

The jet engine that would be paired with MiG 15 was itself a product of this parallel process along with the Wasserfal missile and it’s guidance system. These were incredible feats of intellectual theft but all is fair in love and war and this was definitely not love.

Sergo had tried to convince Stalin that the B29 program should be emulated as well but he was not convinced. The resources were not there for all of these projects and defensive weapons systems took precedence over offensive systems such as the atomic bomb and the B29. For now the Stalin’s emphasis was on keeping what he had gained and using the resources of Western Europe to rebuild the motherland. Time and time again it was the motherland and its peoples who paid for the actions of the West. This time it would be different.

Georgy was a big part of this undertaking. Georgy was something of a prodigy in his own right. He was a fixer and could scrounge for anything and strong armed anyone to get the job done and more importantly to get the job done right.

Beria produced the secrets. Sergo produced the vision, ideas, qualified people and the process. Georgy produced results. Together they made a very strange but effective cabal. A cabal that Joseph Stalin seemed to be comfortable with…for the moment.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Preview Home Cambridge England By Tallthinkev

Welcome Tallthinkev

7 years old John Smith was walking home from Milton Road school, towards home, still thinking why they had to play football now and not cricket. That wasn't fair.
Grandad had taken him to Fenners a couple of times in the spring, he saw Compton get over 200 then. That was good!
'Why can't I be like Compton'? he asked his friend.
His friend didn't answer, just pointed to the sky. 'What kind of plane is that?'
'Which one'?
'The one that isn't a Spitfire, silly, the one with two engines'.
They both looked a little harder and the red star could now be seen.
'It's a Russian one, it's not as fast as ours, bet they shot him down' said John
The PE-2 reconnaissance plane continued towards Milton.
'Is going to Waterbeach'?
It didn't get there, flames started to come out of the port engine, a spin, smoke then a dull thud could be heard from over a mile away.
John got back home a few minutes later, his mum was waiting.
'How would you like to come with to see Grandma this evening'? His mother asked
In her arms was his little sister, only 6 months old now. He didn't reply to that question. Instead blouted out.
'But mum, WHY is Uncle Joe fighting us now and not the Germans'?
Gwen Smith, didn't say anything, she wasn't sure her self. A few months ago life was better, not as good as before the war. Was that really 7 years ago?, seemed more like a lifetime. It was a life time as far as her son was concerned. He was only 6 months old then, the same age of Jill, her daughter.
'Jack' she called, 'can you help with the suit cases? I'm getting the bus now'.
Jack came along the short corridor, which lead to the kitchen from the shoe shop they owned. He tried not the show the worry on his face to the children.
He picked up two of the cases, giving the third, much smaller one to John.
'Here you take this one, it has your things in it. Mum can't take it so you have to'.
They made their way the few yards to the bus stop. Only a couple of minutes past before the bus came into view. Helping his wife and daughter on, he took John aside.
'You have to look after your mother and sister now. You are a big boy so have to help them and your grandma when you get to Wilbraham'.
He waved them off, then turning away so they could see the tears in his eyes. It was back to Marshalls again, the reserved occupation that kept out of the last war would keep him out of this
one. I hope. He thought to himself.
The next day he got himself on his bike two cycle the few miles to the airport, back to the old job.
Back to fix the aircraft, that helped train the aircrew. He walked into one of the hangers, side by side was a Meteor and a ME 262.
He'd never seen a jet up close, let alone worked on one.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Road to Mutiny by RangerElite



General Sun Li-jen was busy fighting the People's Liberation Army of the Chinese Communist Party, in Manchuria, and he was very successful at it. However, while he was fighting the communists, he was also testing the loyalty of his New 1st Army. Battle after battle, General Sun gained a better insight into the fighting force that he'd helped to create back in the dark days of 1943, when he'd been backed by the Japanese against the wall. He knew that his men would go to hell and back for him, but what of his officers? Who among them would support his bid to create a better China, one without the cult of personality of the Generalissimo, with justice and equality for all?

He started the process of vetting the officers in his army by having his most trusted generals begin to interview company- and field-grade officers, under the pretense of selection for a secret mission. The plan was simple: those officers that showed that they could be reliable, would be elevated to commands of influence. Those officers who were not reliable would be relegated to positions of insignifigance. General Sun was certain that this would ensure that his army was loyal to China alone, and not to any one man.

It was now mid-October, by the Western calender, and he had accomplished much, but there was more to do. By his calculations, General Sun Li-jen knew that he would be able to move soon, and possibly, without any bloodshed. Then, he would divide and conquer the communists, and begin the true healing of a divided China.