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, January 25, 2013

“Detachment 500” by Ranger Elite


Intelligence in WWIII 1946

0325
On a beach near
Vladivostok, the U.S.S.R.


Being this far north and east, the Siberian winter had already set in, and it was bitterly cold. The soldiers participating in this reconnaissance mission were from a very specially trained Special Forces unit known only as Detachment 500. It was not a part of the normal “Able” team structure, but completely insulated and self-contained, operating outside the chain of command to give the Army the option of plausible deniability, in case they were captured. They were inserted by a fishing trawler, whose captain had been paid a large sum of money up-front, and would be paid an even larger sum after he picked up the men for the return trip. The soldiers did not know each other by their real names, only by their assumed Russian names. They were all dressed and armed as Soviet officers and soldiers, spoke fluent Russian, and had been instructed on current Soviet internal events, as they were known at the time they were taught. These men were the best and the brightest, and were driven to succeed in their mission. Failure was absolutely out of the question  for them.

The men made their way to an out-of-way beach in semi-rigid inflatable rubber boats, with muffled outboard motors, speeding them toward their landing objective. As they hit the rocky, barren, snow-covered beach, they struggled to bring their two boats inland, and hide them for the return trip. They referred to maps of the area that were surveyed back in 1919, when the American Expeditionary Forces were diverted here, on their way home from France, to restore order. They were the first American soldiers to arrive here since then, but no one but the Military Intelligence Corps and the CIA would ever find out about this trip.

Their objective was to reconnoiter Vladivostok, and its environs and other surrounding areas, make detailed maps of what they had seen and what facilities were here, what Red Army divisions and Red Navy Pacific Fleet units were stationed here, and what the mood of the locals was. They had three weeks from today to secure the information needed and make it back aboard the fishing trawler, or their mission would be considered a failure and the operation that they were collecting the information for would be cancelled. They were not about to let that happen. The Vladivostok operation was as vital to the Allied war effort now, as the Doolittle Raid had been in the last war. Their commander, known only as “Markov”, was a true Spartan in mindset and determined to make this mission a success. Markov and his men were prepared and proceeded on to their mission.

“Red Star On The Run” by Ranger Elite

The Home Front

0127
In an apartment safe house
of the Communist Party-USA,
Near 43rd Street and Cottage Grove Avenue,
The South Side of Chicago


Richard was now a marked and hunted man. Ever since the Soviets had started their War of Liberation back in May, the FBI had been aggressively searching for him, as one of the identified members of the Communist Party-USA (member card number 47644) and the editor of the CP-USA weekly publication, The Chicago Star. He was now subject to arrest and detention, as an enemy agent of the Soviet Union, but his good fortune, and what he believed were his unparalleled skills as a survivor, helped him avoid such a fate. He had been on the run ever since, but every move was now fraught with danger as more and more of his comrades, especially his fellow community organizers in the Negro community, were being rounded up and imprisoned.

Even still, Richard refused to leave Chicago, preferring instead to continue to publish the propaganda paper, when and where the opportunity arose. That was the blessing, and the curse, of the True Believer, was the inabilty to see the pragmatic long view, in favor of short-term gain. Both were useful in their own right, but only one afforded the ability for a complete victory. Richard himself had attempted to agitate some worker riots on the South Side, which were promptly put down by the police department's flying squads, assisted by Military Police units of the Illinois National Guard (the Posse Comitatus Act had been temporarily suspended by Congress, in its last session), by virtue of the truncheon, and rifle shots fired in the air. Unfortunately, there were a few deaths that resulted, and the ones that did occur were a tragic propaganda blow to CP-USA. As a result, support for the party was beginning to decline now, from their inability to secure moral support or financial backing for strikes, especially from among the Negro community, who wanted nothing more than to work and feed their families, and to be left out of the political fracas. Even the staunchly loyal original members of the CP-USA of Chicago, the “Old Guards”, were distancing themselves from the Richard's extreme violence, and his attempts to start the revolution in Chicago.

But this time, Richard had gone too far. Last night, close to being captured, he had gotten into a shoot-out with the Feds and two of his comrades were dead, and he saw a couple Feds go down. If that was indeed the case, they would be searching harder for him now, relentless to capture or kill him, for injuring or killing their own. Richard will not yield. In the ratty tenement apartment, he had close at hand a Tommy gun and a Colt .45 automatic. He was not a rat, refused to be tortured, and resolved not to be taken alive. What he did not know was that there was a combined task force, composed of the Chicago FBI's Special Intelligence Section, and the Chicago Police Department's newly-established communist-hunting intelligence section, the “Red Squad”, gathering intelligence and on Richard, and his associates, stalking them back to where they hid.

A fierce, hard, pounding on the door. “RICHARD DAVIS BELZINGER! THIS IS THE FBI! YOU ARE WANTED IN THE MURDER OF TWO FBI AGENTS! YOU ARE SURROUNDED AND CAN NOT RUN, SO SURRENDER PEACEFULLY!” No immediate answer. Two rapid shotgun blasts, and the splintered door is kicked in, and just as quickly, Richard Davis Belzinger calmly stands up, holding up the Tommy gun to his shoulder, and fires it until the 50-round drum magazine is emptied. Sometime between the moment that he calmly puts down the Tommy gun, and the time that he attempted to reach for the Colt .45 pistol, five .45 bullets entered his chest, ripping huge chunks out of him as they exited.

As he lay bleeding, fading slowly, he saw standing over him the new FBI Special Agent in Charge, Eliot Ness. Ness had been brought out of retirement in Cleveland and recruited into the FBI, to command the Chicago office's Special Intelligence Section. His mission was hunting down the communist cells in his hometown. “This is for my men you murdered last night, you bastard!” And the Colt .45 jumped in Ness' hand...

Conclusions


The small man paced the room as he shuffled through the papers in his hand. He was ramrod straight and totally engrossed in his reading. The room was airy and bright with the Fall sun shining on the blue rug. Some of the plants in the window, and a sculpture on the sill cast shadows. If you were paying attention the angle of the shadows would have told you that it was Fall in the northern latitudes.  Two others waited for the fireworks that were sure to follow. One more turn around the room and Harry Truman was satisfied that what he had read was logically presented.

"So this is what you and your colleagues are saying Dr. Roberts? That after extensive study of the written records, and after interviewing almost a hundred principles...this is your conclusion?"

 The tall thin man rose to his feet and towered physically over the much shorter man but not in manner or bearing. There was no doubt about who was in charge in the room. None what so ever.

"Yes Mr. President."
"Your study group, and you personally are of the opinion... if I may quote, that "the dropping of the second atomic bomb had no effect on the surrender of Japan? " You're telling me that the instantaneous death of tens of thousands of civilians had no real bearing on the Emperor's decision to surrender?"
"Yes sir that is our conclusion.  If I may lay it out a little more graphically sir..."
"Please go ahead."

"The Japanese leadership used the atomic bomb as an excuse for surrendering. They were prepared to fight to the very end. After all,  they had already endured the firebombing of every major city. Millions had already died. Virtually no city of any size remained. If killing civilians in a short amount of time ended wars then the firebombing of Tokyo should have done it. Far more were killed then than either Hiroshima or Nagasaki. If civilian deaths caused tyrants to surrender they would have done so far in advance of the atomic bomb.,  The Germans would have surrendered after Dresden which was also more devastating than either atomic attack. The South would have surrendered after Sherman's March to the Sea. Sir it is our opinion that in every case, the enemy only surrenders, when he has lost his army. Civilian deaths do not seem to enter into the equation in modern war.

The South didn't surrender until their army was defeated and surrounded. The loss and destruction of Richmond had no bearing. The German's didn't surrender until their armed forces ceased to exist and our conclusion is that the Japanese surrendered only after they lost their army in Manchuria. The atomic bomb was only an excuse to save face. If their army had not been defeated by the Soviets, they would not have surrendered. In order to save the Emperor's reputation they could not tell the truth.,  The truth was that their army ceased to exist. That it was trapped in China and overrun by the Soviets. That it had died in dozens of small islands scattered throughout the Pacific and all because of their blunders.

They could not tell their people about all the disastrous mistakes they had made. They could save face, by telling their people that a horrendous new weapon of unimaginable power forced them to end the war. That they were not surrendering because of any mistakes by the god like Emperor. In the eyes of their people, the Emperor can then be seen as doing the humanitarian thing . He can be seen as bowing to this unholy, demonic weapon. He could not be seen as fallible and capable of gross blunders.

Sir the entire group agrees that strategic bombing alone will not bring a fanatical enemy to surrender, as long as their fighting forces still exist. Our own study on strategic bombing concluded... "The mental reaction of the German people to air attack is significant. Under ruthless Nazi control,  they showed surprising resistance to the terror and hardships of repeated air attack, to the destruction of their homes and belongings, and to the conditions under which they were reduced to live. Their morale, their belief in ultimate victory or satisfactory compromise, and their confidence in their leaders declined, but they continued to work efficiently as long as the physical means of production remained. The power of a police state over its people cannot be underestimated." We believe the Soviet people are just as fanatic and have proved it many times over. The Siege of Leningrad is just one example of the fact that shelling and bombing alone cannot make a fanatical enemy surrender. Our conclusion is that the killing of civilians will not defeat a modern state.

We also questioned the usefulness of the atomic bomb itself. We found that the atomic bomb is not good at killing armies. It is cumbersome and difficult to deliver especially against an enemy with good air defenses. It cannot be used tactically because of the time it takes to assemble, and it's short storage time. High altitude bombing may work on a city but not on forces in the field. Our estimation is that it will take close to 200 Mark III atomic bombs to bring the Soviet production facilities to a halt. The civilian deaths will have no effect on Stalin. He will continue to fight long after the last civilian is killed as long as his army is intact. The only way to win is to defeat and destroy the enemy's armed forces.  We suggest that you will have to find a way to attack and defeat the Soviet Army before they will surrender."

"The logical conclusion then is... we should not put all our chips on the strategic bomber and the atomic bomb. That we still have to defeat the Red army in detail. That no matter how many bombs we rain down on their heads and no matter how severe the destruction, they will not give up until the Red Army is forced to surrender of destroyed. That with limited resources, the atomic bomb and strategic bomber may not be worth the expense."

"Sir may I speak?"
"Yes of course Admiral."
"Sir, as Napoleon and Hitler found out, Russia and the Ukraine are just too big of a bite to take. We believe that a way must be found to draw the Reds out of their homeland and to cut them off from their supply lines and defeat them piecemeal. Think of it in terms of the late McArthur's island hopping campaign. He isolated island full of banzai screaming, nut cases and left them to starve. The plan we have presented does just that by using the vast distances of land and mountains in Eurasia.

We draw them into Turkey and the Mid-east and cut them off there. They are already at the Spanish border. We cut them off there. They will be in Italy and Greece soon. We cut them off there. But first we have to get them to commit. We have to dangle the bait. Show them shiny objects that they can't refuse. The key is that we have to make them think they are winning as we draw them farther and farther into the trap. Further and further from the mother land."

"How long will this take? The American people are weary of war."
"If we do this correctly Sir, we can defeat them in detail by late fall 1947. The collapse, when it comes, should be dramatic and swift. The loss of NATO lives should be minimal. Similar to MacArthur's in the Pacific."
"I'll sleep on it."
"Of course Sir."