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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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Cambridge Airport by Tallthinkev


Tom's leg hurt, not the one that made him limp the other one. He decided to have a sit down for five minutes. Less than thirty seconds later an RAF corporal laid in to him.
'What do you think you're doing lad?'
Tom looked up, said nothing.
The corporal took him by the arm and pulled him to his feet. The RAF man then found himself on the ground, a hairy arsed fitter standing over him. 'Don't do that, it's not very nice.' he said in a soft tone.
Moments later there was pushing and shoving that involved both members of the RAF and Marshall employee’s.

It only stopped when some Snowdrops waded in and pulled the sides apart.
This kind of thing was getting more frequent over the last number of days. The pressure was getting to everyone. Civilians, RAF, army, Germans, Italians, Poles. Even the NAFFI and WVS were a bit short with their customers and each other.


'I don't like it' said Jack 'not one bit.'
'I know, I know.' replied Arthur Marshall.
Thing were moving on a pace at the airport. More ack-ack for a start, there had been two accidents with them getting trigger happy, at least no one had been hurt. Mini hangers where being built, just enough for one plane. Plus there were more slip trench's being dug. They had caused injuries to three people. One of those digging put a spade though his foot and two more had fell into them.
Everyone knew what was going to happen, but just not when, couldn't be too far off that was for sure.
Jack was now very glad his family was in Wilbraham, he wished he was too. Yes he had been over the evening the before and had even slept the night, and that was something that was getting increasingly rare. Nice to see the family anyway.


Arthur and himself looked, up a Thunderbolt came in, smoke coming from the engine, one wheel up, the port wing digging in. The pilot was out, it was lucky there was no explosion
'More mess to clean up.' observed Arthur.
'Yes never rains does it. Have you an idea when Wilhelm maybe back with us?'
'None at all. He one day here gone the next. Won't mind so much if they let us know. A good lad that one.'
'Yes he's come a long way in the last few months, I want to keep him around, the youngsters look up to him.'
'What? He's only, what three, four years older that the new lads.' said Arthur
'A hard few years. Very hard. I won't have wanted to have them. Still no word from the rest of his family.'
'That is where you are wrong, Jack.'
'What do you mean?'
'Oh sorry I didn't tell you did I.'
'And'
'He had word about his bother.'
'Which one, think he had two.'
'The older one. The one who was serving in the U boats.'
'Where is he then?'
'He was a POW in Canada. Out now of course. Gone to train up some of their lads I think.'
'Speak of the devil.' Jack had spotted him coming towards the office.

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