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Book One World War Three 1946

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Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Spy We Know as DELMAR

The spy known as DELMAR had made it to the border of Canada near Roseau, MN. This crossing was never guarded and depended on the honor system. It might not do George any good to get into Canada but it was the only thing he could think of to do. Canada had already discovered and jailed many Soviet spies but he was hoping that they would somehow overlook him.

The trouble was he had inhaled some of his own poison in the form of polonium. Somewhere along the way between setting the tiny bombs off in Oak Ridge and Dayton some polonium had made it into his lungs. He was dying a horrible death. Much like the one he had imposed on his former co-workers and their families and anyone who they came in contact with. Tens of thousands have died or are deathly ill because of his actions. On the other hand possibly hundreds of thousands of his countrymen were saved the horrible death of a nuclear bomb.

The photos of Hiroshima and Nagasaki had sickened him and had steeled his resolve to do what he had done and now it looked like he would pay the ultimate price. He hoped that he would be remembered for the lives he saved rather than for the ones he took. He fell out of bed in a coughing fit that seem to break off a piece of his lung. For all he knew it actually could have. Polonium rotted you from the inside out.

He guessed it was time to take matters in his own hands and end it with the 45 Colt he had in his luggage. Fast, painless…he had heard but how would anyone know that was still alive. His whole body ached, especially his chest and breathing was incredibly hard. Yes it would end today. End with a very loud bang. It would be especially loud in this tiny room they called a suite. Well, what did he expect near the Canadian border in a town of 300 or so. He was lucky to find anything much less a small hotel.

One last meal at the truck stop…his final meal. Maybe he should stand up and announce that he was the man responsible for stopping the production of the US atomic bomb. Maybe someone would shoot him and put him out of his misery. That would solve two problems…his death and his legacy. He imagined that he would crawl up on the lunch counter and shout in a booming voice how he was the man who stopped the atomic bomb and save hundreds of thousands of lives. That his name was George Koval and he had single handedly killed the killers of possibly millions. George Koval the hero of the Soviet People. George Koval his name will ring throughout the halls of heroes for generations. George Koval a name to remember you citizens of Roseau Minnesota. Your town will become famous for the death of George Koval.

Then the coughing started again and as far as he knew it never stopped. In the middle of his last cough a vessel ruptured in his brain. Probably weakened by the Polonium and killed him. He was dead almost instantly. When the maid came to clean the room there he was dressed in his underwear, half on and half off the bed, his bowels and bladder had let loose like they usually do when death occurs, his head was hanging down and whatever he had in his stomach had drooled out in a puddle with a sticky, frozen waterfall of spit leading to and still attached to the pile of half digested …

It was not a pretty or heroic sight. George Koval, who only we know as the Soviet spy Delmar, did not have any identification on him. There was nothing for the County Sherriff to lead him to his identity so he was buried in a lonely grave near the Canadian border outside of Roseau, MN. One of the last places on earth you would want to be buried and not remembered. He did get a US flag every Veterans Day and Memorial Day placed on his grave as the cemetery made a clerical error and had him identified as an US Army veteran of WWI.

One last detail; the undertaker, who did fight in World War One died a mysterious and agonizing death, along with his cat, about a month after the man he called John Doe was interned. It seemed that the undertaker liked Delmar’s handkerchief and decided it shouldn’t go to waste.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Weapons Development in WWIII 1946 by RangerElite

25 September 1946
Aberdeen Proving Ground
Section K

This was the day they were all waiting for: the testing of new weapons, developed from the plans captured in Germany last year. This test will involve the test-firing of a drastically redesigned copy of the German Sturmgewehr-44, using a version of .30-'06 ammunition shortened to an overall length of 40mm, and a milled receiver for this test model, but to have a stamped receiver, if it passes muster. They need this to work succeed, to counter the Soviets' new semi-automatic rifle, the Simonov SKS, now being captured from Soviet soldiers, along the Pyrenees Line.

In attendance is the U.S. Army's Chief of Ordinance, Lieutenant General Levin Hicks Campbell, Jr., brought out of retirement and promoted, to oversee the weapons development of captured German plans and materials. On the other side of the base, off in the distance, he can hear the screams of rocket artillery being launched, improved and redesigned versions of the German Raketenwerfer and Nebelwerfer systems. Only, these versions carry a newly-developed, nasty, payload: air-bursting cluster sub-munitions. It was akin to launching a box of grenades, and having them blow up right over the enemy's head. Very nasty stuff, indeed. But this war had to be particularly nasty: the American way of life and freedom was truly at stake now...

Finally! The armorers are bringing out the rifles, designated T46A1, for the test. General Campbell still can't get over Buck Rogers-look of this rifle, but it may be one the only things that gets our asses out of this sling. In attendance with the General and his trusted staff, are the design staff that were able to be brought back here in Operation Paperclip and Paperclip II: former   DWM-Mauser AG engineers, Edmund Heckler, Theodor Koch and Alex Seidle, along with the chief designer of the Belgian Fabrique National de Herstal, Dieudonne Saive; they are here to observe the results of the test-firing, and improve the fruit of their collaboration, if need be.

The test rifles will be fired in graduations of 100 yards, up to 500 yards. Since this “assault rifle” was not meant to be used outside the 300-yard range, positive results were not expected in the 400- and 500-yard ranges. As the armorers fired the weapons, the designers could see that the rifles were stable, when fired from the shoulder and from the hip, the armorers were able to stay on target, or switch targets, with no apparent trouble. As soon as the firing ended, the firing range manager looked at the targets carefully, and soon declared that the rifles had consistently hit bulls eye, 96 out of 100 times, up to the 400-yard mark. This accuracy was even beyond the engineers wildest expectations. They now had an assault rifle suitable to present to President Truman, for his approval.

General Campbell congratulated the four engineers, leaving them all smiles, as he was ushered to his jeep, where his driver waited to take him to the rocket-artillery range, where he could witness the results of what the artillery men were now calling “Truman's Organs”. Bet that bastard, Uncle Joe, will get big surprise out of that...


Arthur Tedder RAF Chief of the Air Staff was the first to grasp the significance of what this General Kirkpatrick was trying to dance around. He immediately dismissed him as a messenger and his real wrath would be directed at the parties responsible. As the others in the room brow beat Kirkpatrick his mind was on the implications of the information he had just heard. He ticked them off as if they were on a piece of paper in front of him…

1. There would be no additional assistance from the American’s in the form of additional squadrons. The three squadrons of P80s were all that they were going to receive.

2. Replacement pilots for those squadrons would be held to a minimum.

3. The Soviets had a million VT fuses which they could fit to bombs so that they could explode over head with devastating effect on all soft targets.

4. This would also mean that they also could use those fuses on any attacking British planes who attacked their infrastructure with their captured and lend lease AAA guns.

5. The Soviets also had over 180 Yank jammers. How they would use them is up to conjecture with some arguing that they would have no idea what to do with them and would therefore be worthless and possibly scrapped by now.

6. They would have to develop their own jammers and quickly.

If anyone could weigh the odds and figure out a solution it was Tedder. Tedder was the architect of “carpet bombing”. He first proposed and then used it during the Tunisian campaign where it preceded one of the final assaults. The press called it “the Tedder Carpet” and it had caught on. So Tedder was used to devising ways to defeat the enemy. This one was different and he realized this almost immediately.

The usual British response was that the Soviets were unthinking barbarians who just won by throwing overwhelming numbers of cannon fodder at their enemies. They seemed neither caring nor capable of reducing the slaughter. The history of their casualty rates were dismal to say the least yet the way they had fought in this new war so far was impressive to him. They had out thought and out maneuvered the best military minds in the West for 3 months now. Clearly something had happened to the Golden Horde and the Slave had changed his tactics and strategy. It was pass time to throw out the obvious misconceptions about the new Red Army and the racist notions of the past. It was time for him to convince the powers in charge that the Soviets had not only caught up with the West in the realm of aerospace but in some instances had surpassed them.

He was going to have to make his case very forcefully and quickly if the needed changes were going to take place. Ismay seemed to have Atlee’s ear and was making all the wrong choices for all the wrong reasons in his opinion. He was sure the Soviets had something up their sleeve and were not going to do the predictable thing. Ismay was trying to fight the second Battle of Britain like the first. Although he personally like Ismay he felt he lacked imagination that lack could be the death of Britain. No this was his time to tilt at windmills and he was going to have to take a stand or they were doomed from the start.

This new information just justified put steel in his backbone and it was time. He needed to get an appointment with the Prime Minister today even if it cost him his position.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Once Again in Dunkirk

The front loader lifted the piece of paving stone alone with hundreds of others and let it drop in an avalanche of dirt, dust and gravel onto what was to become another airfield for the VVS or Red Army Air Forces. All in all the Soviets had tripled the take off capacity of the areas used by the Germans in 1940 for their Battle of Britain. The Soviets has a huge advantage over the Luftwaffe in that their planes had the range to reach all of the British Isles along with built in loiter time. They could take off reach their intended target and loiter for sometimes hours. The typical ME 109 of 1940 had a loiter time of 10 minutes in the first Battle of Britain.

Our piece of paving stone landed near the top of the pile and when the bulldozer leveled the pile it ended up on top with its weathered side up once again facing the French sun. This is the side that saw quite a bit of history before it became part of this runway near Dunkirk.

It was first laid down on the corner of Rue Clemenceau and Rue du President Poincare. Today it is near the Plaza Jean Bart and within sight of the Bell Tower.

The area of Dunkirk and its excellent harbor was much disputed between Spain, the Netherlands, England and France. At the beginning of the Eighty Years' War, Dunkirk was briefly in the hands of the Dutch rebels, from 1577. Spanish forces under the Duke of Parma re-established Spanish rule in 1583 and it became a base for the notorious Dunkirkers.

The Dunkirkers were legalized pirates for the Spanish and for close to 80 years were a thorn in the side of the British and Dutch capturing hundreds of costal vessels and even joining in some to the great battles of the time. In order to evade the blockading Dutch and English they are credited with designing the frigate. A ship fast enough to elude a ship of the line yet strong enough to run down and destroy any other vessel at the time.

Our piece of paving stone saw the boots of many an invader from the Spanish to the French then back to the Spanish and briefly the Dutch and so on. Not that it cared whose boots where gradually wearing it down. In 1658 even the British owned it but they sold it to France in 1662 and it stay in French hands until 1940. Then the hobnail boots of the Germans took a good millimeter off our stone.

A man of countless stories was arrested while standing on our paving stone. In fact a drop of his blood still stains it. It is hardly traceable but it is there. The man who was arrested was entered in the prison rolls as Eustache Dauger. Better known to history as the Man in the Iron Mask. He is the man of Alexandre Dumas and Three Musketeers fame and dozens of movies and novels.

It’s interesting to note that much of what we know about the Man in the Iron Mask comes from his jailer of 34 years and his correspondence to and from his employer. Too bad no one but us knows about that spot of blood that is very well preserved in a tiny crack in the stone where it was covered soon after it settled there by some pine pitch from a lumber wagon. Oh yes it is there just waiting for DNA testing.

Within shouting distance of where our little piece of history used to lay is a statue of Jean Bart another name of historical interest. Many of Jean Bart’s 14 children stumbled on the spot where our stone rested as it was slightly raised above it surroundings which made it a natural stumbling block for many a child. Jean Bart is one of Frances most revered naval commanders and heroes having no less than 6 major ships of the line and a few battleships as well named after him. The last being an anti aircraft Frigate still serving in the French Navy.
Jean Bart’s statue and the Bell Tower are two of the very few buildings and monuments left standing after the allies repeatedly bombed the small city. Before being leveled the cities beaches and harbor helped save Britain by becoming an embarkation point for 40,000 fleeing Allied soldiers who would live to defend Britain once more. I’m sure you’ve all heard of the “Little Ships of Dunkirk” and the Miracle of Dunkirk so I won’t bore you with that incredible story.

The city was again contested in 1944, and the 2nd Canadian Infantry Division attempted to liberate the city in September, as Allied forces surged northeast after their victory in the Battle of Normandy. However, German forces refused to relinquish their control of the city, which had been converted into a fortress, and the garrison there was "masked" by Allied troops, notably 1st Czechoslovak Armored Brigade. The fortress under command of German Admiral Friedrich Frisius eventually unconditionally surrendered to the commander of the Czechoslovak forces, Brigade General Alois Liška, on 9 May 1945.

Our little paving stone did pretty well until a 105mm shell finally landed 21 feet away and threw it into the air where it struck the right temple of a young lady named Brigit. No one knows her last name but luckily it did not kill her because Brigit was the last person to remember the culinary delight Potjevleisch. It’s a Flemish potted meat, originally from Dunkerque. It is a terrine made of three meats: often veal, bacon and rabbit; or chicken, duck and rabbit. Calves feet are sometimes added. The meat is cooked with onions, shallots, garlic, white wine and some herbs, lemon and tomatoes. If the paving stone had killed Brigit, Potjevleisch would have been lost forever to the sands of time.

Within weeks our paving stone will have the tires of Soviet Tu-2 medium bombers rolling over it by the dozens. Along with millions of others it forms the base for the runways that will launch a thousand planes at a time. All winging their way towards other flying machines like themselves and the pilots in them will try and kill each other like all the men before them.
Whether by sword or arrow, bullet or bomb, flesh will be torn apart. In the end our paving stone will still be there patiently waiting to play it’s part in the newest wave of violence near the city of Dunkirk on the shores of the English Channel.