Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Dark Thoughts at Night
Truman looks out at the night from his train car. He was once again crisscrossing the country trying to drum up support for the war effort. The American public was tired and fed up with rationing and sacrificing her young men. He could feel it at every stop along the way. The money men were not investing because of what they called the uncertainty of the situation in Europe.
What uncertainty. It was certain that if they did not start emptying their pockets that Europe would be forever under the boot of a dictator. We had to get this over with and we had to do it quick. The American public did not have a long attention span and the "situation" in Europe was wearing thin. Enough were saying that we should not come to their rescue once more. But he knew that way lay folly.
An unchecked Stalin would soon have the atomic bomb and the means to deliver it. From what his scientists were telling him it was only a matter of time given the secrets they had already stolen and the massive penetration of own weapons programs much less the British. It was feared that the British were riddled with high level spies feeding every closely guarded secret we had straight to the Kremlin.
This war had to be over violently and swiftly. He just could not imagine invading the greater Soviet Union if they possessed the Bomb. Just a few exploded over the right port or landing area would defeat even an invasion like Normandy. Even an atomic bomb buried like a mine an exploded at the right time would be a tragedy that the American public would never understand.
It was ironic that in order to prevent isolationism and the permanent subjugation of Europe he would have to attack with everything he had way before he was ready. It had to happen within a year or the opportunity was lost. All the equipment from the aborted invasion of Japan was still available. All that was needed was the will and a great plan. As tragic as it was MacArthur’s death was a blessing in disguise. Just before his death he had authored a brilliant plan absolutely stunning in its simplicity and logic. It was an island hopping campaign using the vast distances of the Soviet Union the same way as we used the vast distances between islands in the Pacific. Cut them off from their supply, isolate them and let them wither on the vine.
If everything went according to plan the campaign would produce minimum casualties and complete victory without slogging through the depths of Asia and in an acceptable time frame. A time frame that the American public would support and embrace.
But Mac was not the man to lead the campaign. That's why his death was fortuitous as well as tragic. It prevented a protracted fight and anymore delays. The perfect choice was of course Patton but the man was also dead. Both were a pain in the ass but he did morn their loss. Plus he needed multiple Pattons so the search began for the successors to the two greatest fighting generals the world had ever seen. The way was clear for a new generation of Blitzkrieg warriors.
Names like Alexander Patch, William Simpson, Hodges, Kruger, Eichelberger, Collins, Bradley, Terry Allen, Joe Stillwell, Courtney Hicks Hodges, Alexander Archer Vandergrift came to mind. All good men and all capable of doing what had to be done.
Once Stalin got the bomb it was game over we had to move and we had to do it while he was distracted by the British. We had hit them hard and fast before they had time to set up those cursed missiles. What the hell was guiding them?
Yes we had to attack them where they were the weakest. We had to use our remaining atom bombs to their greatest effect and we had to have them all work. We were going for blood. In the twentieth century that meant Oil! In boxing terms the fight over Britain and the Battle for the Pyrenees would be jabs. Jabs meant to keep you opponent off balance and to set him up. What was about to happen would be a shot to the kidneys. Not too sporting but when you're in a back alley brawl you do what you have to do to win.