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Book One World War Three 1946

Book One World War Three 1946
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Sunday, August 18, 2013


General "Hap" Arnold paced around the room. All eyes were glued to his unwavering pace as he strode from one side of the room to the other then abruptly turned and headed back to the other wall. He had not been feeling well but this new challenge seemed to invigorate him. He was thinking just before his staff came with the latest news about the Second Battle of Britain. One more job to do before I retire, was his general thought pattern. He was day dreaming about that retirement when they knocked on the door of his office. It was a nice office but not too ornate. Nothing like Ike's .

The news he had been given was going to require an immediate decision. One that could win or lose this newest war. Well that's why they paid him the big bucks as he overheard someone say a while ago. Kenny was nominally in-charge of SAC but he was the one who had to deal with this information and he was the one who had to tell Kenny to start the countdown or not.

Much like Ike's D-Day decision this one would probably win or lose the war. He had none of Ike's negotiating powers or even a modicum of political savvy. He just got the job done. That's why he supposed he survived severally career destroying episodes concerning his unwavering support for Billy Mitchell, his being labeled a drunkard and his run ins with Morgenthau and by extension Roosevelt himself. Somehow his talents always won him a second/third and even forth chance.

The news he had to act on consisted of three reports. One: stating that the RAF was on its last week or two of existence. Two: the VVS has committed all the planes they were going to commit to their attack on Britain and the odds will never be greater for success in attacking the Soviet Bear where it counted. Three: General Kenny reported that he could be minimally operational in 7 days and could in theory carry out the attacks that SAC was designed to accomplish.

Minimally operational...what the hell did that mean? Kenny had been so brilliant in the Pacific. Was this new concept beyond his reach. Was he too tactically orientated? Had he been elevated beyond his abilities? Too god damn late to change horses in mid-stream now. LeMay would have been the better choice but you had to go with the horse you rode in on or some such lame excuse. It really was too late to change commandeers. Wait that was not the correct word.

All of these thoughts were rampaging though his brain when things started to get all jumbled up. He couldn't think straight. All he could do was to keep pacing back and forth even that was getting more and more difficult. SHIT! he was having another heart attack or stroke. Shit!...what was he thinking so hard about...why was he walking back and forth? Who were these people and why were they looking at him? Why couldn't he move his left arm. Oh hell here it came..THE PAIN the all too familiar PAIN! He had to fight through this and make some kind of decision...but what about. It was all he could do to keep from falling down.


Henry Harvey Arnold hit the ground with a sickening thud. His head bounced off the floor and a red stain started to form almost immediately. This alone probably would have killed him but he was dead even before he hit the ground.

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