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Book One World War Three 1946

Book One World War Three 1946
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Sunday, December 19, 2010

Give Em Hell Harry

The White House
August 22nd, 1946
The Map Room

The air is sweltering in the enclose room. There are too many big bodies crammed into a small place. The atmosphere is even more uncomfortable than the sweltering heat outside for more than one reason. The most powerful man on earth is speechless. At the moment there is not a more uncomfortable place on earth.

There is stunned silence as the news sinks in. No one moves waiting for Truman to say something… anything. Someone coughs and the silence is broken as others breath again.

The president looks sick to his stomach and is as white as a ghost. Then the color returns to his face his fist clench and then the old WWI Captain is back in command.

Truman finally explodes. Jesus Christ how many?

Virtually all of the personnel at both Oak Ridge and Dayton sir are sick or dieing. Remember the report a few days ago about two small explosions at both facilities.

Hell yes!

There was something in those explosions that is causing everyone who was in the facilities at the time and who have since visited to become deathly ill. There was some kind of poison or germ or who knows what in those tiny explosions that was spread by the air system. The timing was perfect as almost everyone involved with the atomic program was either at the symposium or at one of the facilities within a few days.

What the hell can do something like this?

Well sir it could be a germ but probably it was some kind of radiation as the symptoms are strikingly like what we’ve seen in Nagasaki and Hiroshima. It’s hard to detect whatever it is. To make matters worse many of the relatives and hospital staff attending the victims are also contaminated and are becoming sick.

Holly S##t! So what is being done to stop the spread of whatever it is for God’s sake?

Dr. Anderson will fill you in sir.

We have to quarantine everyone who has come in contact with any of the victims. So far it looks like it has to be direct contact with either the victims themselves or anything they’ve touched.

Holy mother of Mary!

Yes sir and it gets worse. We have no way of detecting what it is yet. Geiger counters register nothing yet the symptoms are very much like radiation poisoning. The good news is that the farther it gets away from the original victim the less potent it is. So their seems to be some dilution effect.

If this ever gets out to the press they will demand that we shut down all our atomic weapons and research facilities and that will be the end of the atomic bomb.

Ah sir… Wilkes. here sir… That in effect is what already has happened. All of our current experts are dead or dieing, all of our facilities are infected by something and no one is allowed in or is going to enter them again for a long time until we figure out what it is and how to clean it up or kill it and even then who are we going to get to work in them. The atomic weapons program is essentially shut down until further notice sir.

Again a stunned silence fills the room.

Truman gets up and pace the room. All eyes are on the small yet powerful figure. Everyone is unsure of what to do. Finally he speaks directly to the members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Well gentleman I guess we have to do this the old fashioned way. We have to beat their asses fair and square. No secret super weapons or atomic wonder weapons. We have to use what we got against what they got. We have to out smart them starting now. No more of this arrogance about how they can’t do this or they can’t possibly do that. They just did it to us! Now we have to figure out a way to beat em straight up man to man. There’s no more easy way around it. We can assume nothing about the Reds. So far they have outsmarted us at every turn except Louisville Slugger. “You can always amend a big plan, but you can never expand a little one. I don't believe in little plans. I believe in plans big enough to meet a situation which we can't possibly foresee now.” Now get the hell out of here and get to work ON JUST HOW THE Hell WE‘RE GOING TO DO IT! BY GOD YOU HAVE A WEEK TO FIGURE IT OUT OR I’LL FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN! DISMISSED YOU SONS OF BITCHES! Not you Marshal… You stay behind. By god it’s time to shake things up around here.

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