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Book One World War Three 1946

Book One World War Three 1946
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Sunday, October 20, 2013

The Broadcast by Tallthinkev

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth was given the all clear by the white coated BBC technician. A simple thumbs up. She rose from her seat within a small room in Buckingham Palace. It, for her, just another job to do. She had, she hoped, had done her best to reassured the people under her care.

When she entered the larger room, after her broadcast, the smoke hit her. She knew her father, and her uncle Eddie had both started smoking at 13. The right age for a young man to start so said her grandfather, she herself and no desire. Her mother didn't smoke. So, nor did she. The Prime Minister's pipe, the minister of war's large cigar, the Foreign Secretaries cigarette, it was like walking into a pea souper.

'Well done Ma'am, it went very well. Just the kind of thing his late majesty wound have been proud of.' said the Prime Minister. Here, here's, from others in the room.

The gist of the speech was that it was another well done to the British people and those within the Empire for their outstanding resolve, yet again standing against the forces of hate and evil. She also spoke about her mother and sister, who were in the USA. Almost a state visit, so she had gathered. It was welcomed by the American populace. Crowds had lined the streets waving them on their way to the Whitehouse.

The main reason, of course, was to get the US fully on side. Again, the last time took over two years, and a different president. Truman was no Roosevelt, he was scared of everything or so it seemed. Just a front for his population? Who really knew?

The Yanks had lost many men, last time around, more this time, but then again no where near the amount of the forces British and Empire had. And that didn't count those killed by the air raids. The Americans lost six civilians, on the mainland she told herself, to the Japanese. Here?
The numbers still coming in. Another body here. Another there. At least fifty thousand, by the last count. Can't be helped now, no matter what some papers had printed.

When her little chat had concluded, with the new Cabernet, the Queen was approached by her equerry, Group Captain Peter Townsend. 'The new German command are waiting for you ma'am. Well I mean the new, new German command. Or is it the new, new, or about to be new again command. It seemed to change every other day. At least Galland is a constant and we deal with him mostly.

The Queen nodded. Good news or bad, she was going to do what was best for all. Better the devil you know, maybe?

Her Majesty and the Group Captain exited from the meeting with a look of dismay. They just could not believe what had been said. No, what they had been asked. Yes the Winnie and Clem, as well as herself had been told of the request, by the German armed forces, but this? This was something very different indeed.
They going to have to talk about what they had heard. That talk was going to be a long one.
There came a call.

'Lisbeth.' The Queen looked up. 'Lisbeth.' It was the Duke of Gloucester, her uncle, they hugged. 'Lisbeth. I am sorry I couldn't come sooner. Duty and all that, you know.' The Queen nodded. 'I'm here to help you as much as I can. We must talk about your Uncle Eddie.'

'I know we have to talk about uncle Eddie.' she paused.

They walked past a large window and Henry saw here in the daylight for the first time,'You look a little pale.' said Henry. 'Is it something I said.'

'No. Not at all, uncle, it's what the Germans said.'

'What ever do you mean?

The Queen told him. After a sharp intake of breath. Henry said 'Oh my good God. Is that what they really want?'

'It's what the High Command want, maybe the lower ranks as well. They wouldn't have told them, how could they. I just wish mummy was here.'

She was stopped

'Do Winnie and Clem know about this?'

See shook her head. 'They did know what they had asked a couple of days a go, but not this. Not many others, if any. Maybe Mr Eden and Mr Bevin.' she halted 'I don't know what to do, uncle.'

'How about we take a walk around the gardens? A breath of air might do some good, get some color back into those cheeks.'

After wandering about for a number of minutes, they sat in a small bench, and really chatted about nothing very much. Henry was minded it was all good and well being the Governor of Australia, but compared to taking care of a niece that was a piece of cake, no good putting it off.

'I'll talk to Clem and Winnie also Louis and,' he paused for breath, 'and my brother. As soon a possible for the first three and Eddie, if you, well we, think it is a good idea?

A smile and a thank you from the Queen.

'You should talk you your mother as well.'
A nod 'I wish she was here.'
'So do I.'
'Any other ideas uncle?'
'How about a show? Take a trip into town, let your hair down as they say. And take Philip of course, the rags are full of talk.'
'Not the Mirror, well not any more.' She smiled. Henry could see it was for real, the first time for many months. The thought of Philip, not the Mirror being shut down.

Barr and Sarant

The rather unassuming looking freighter had docked in Vladivostok barely a week before the war started. Joel Barr was midway through a very long journey. Someone else would see to the cargo from here. His job was over for now. The busy harbor took no notice of the ship as it was pushed into the slip. They would take no notice when it started to unload its cargo and no one would care when it was put on a train and left the city going West.

No one would care until a few months later when its cargo started to show up in Soviet factories, design bureaus and laboratories. The Western nations would not become aware of what happened until months into World War Three. But let’s start from the beginning.

Joel Barr was born in New York City to immigrant parents of Ukrainian-Jewish origin. He attended college in New York and was recruited by Julius Rosenberg to spy for the Soviet Union and International Communist movement. He worked along with Rosenberg at the United States Army Signal Corps laboratories at Ft. Monmouth, NJ during the war against the Nazis.

Barr was fired from his job at the Signal Corps for political activity in 1942, but had no trouble immediately getting a job at Western Electric. The Soviets would collect about 500 secret technical documents a month from Barr and his new friend Alfred Sarant between 1943 and 1945, and more from Rosenberg, including one of the more famous deliveries of a working proximity fuse.

You read that correctly he, along with his partner Alfred Sarant, delivered a full working production version of the top secret proximity or VT fuse to the Soviet Union and Sergo Peskova in 1944. In addition Barr worked on the computerized gun sight, the SCR-520 and SCR-720 radar used in the P-61 Black Widow USAAF night fighter, a state of the art weapons system used briefly at the end of World War Two. In additions the two delivered a 12,000 page blue print of the YP-80 jet fighter, M-9 predictor along with several other radar systems over the period of a few years.

Near the end of the last war Barr and Sarat founded Sarant Laboratories in Seattle, WA and quietly started to buy quantities of the products that the booming electronics industry of the newly domesticated US economy was producing at a tremendous rate. The war was over and everyone wanted to make money selling America’s products. It was gold rush times once again with the crystal diodes, resistors, capacitors, vacuum tubes and relays pouring out of the US factories and shipped to whom ever paid the most for them. They would sell to anybody because that is what Americans do. Even to a former Japanese enemy named Sony.

In this case it was to two former employees from some of the most secretive laboratories our nation had ever seen. After all what would be the harm of selling to two American scientists who just may invent some great new money making device. Two Americans who spent World War Two producing some of our greatest weapons we used against the Nazi monsters. Two Americans who between them made significant contributions to many of our latest sonar and radar systems NATO now possessed. These guys could be the new Boeing or even modern Edisons. Besides they weren’t buying great quantities of anything from one supplier and who was keeping track anyway. The war was over and it was time to make money, lots and lots of money.

The aforementioned freighter was actually the last of 10 with this one being filled with the latest and best. Millions of pieces of the US electronics industries newest creations were quietly packed up into little boxes that eventually were combined into bigger boxes that were used to fill these eleven unassuming ships bound for different ports that were easily accessible to the Soviet train and transportation system. Little by little all these parts made their way to the factories spread out in the Urals and little by little they were copied and many of the originals used in the Soviets newest generation of jets, tanks. shells, radar, radio and sonar sets.

Barr and Sarant were also on that last ship to leave American shores. Disguised as common seamen they would be greeted in secret as heros of the Soviet Union and be placed in a design bureau of their own. First they use the American made electronics to improve on existing Soviet weapons and then they actually start producing new and improved versions of those same electronics.

By the Spring of 1947 the combination of Sergo, George, Barr, Sarant, Perl, Ilyushin, Mikoyan, Gurevich and Lavochkin would rival any other weapons design structure the world has ever seen. Complete with military hardware on the drawing boards and in development that would be able to go toe to toe with any equally destructive inventions that the West could produce. Time was running out and the technology gap enjoyed by the West was closing at an enormous rate. Combined with the fact that Perl, Barr, Sarant and Sergo knew exactly what weapons the West was working on itself and how to defeat each project, this was to be a world altering 6 months if left to its own devices. After all America’s newest jet the P-80 Shooting Star was designed and produced in 143 days and that is less than 6 months by my calculations.

No one but Beria and Sergo knew how devastating the defections of Perl, Barr and Sarant were. Between them they had not only worked on but were instrumental in most of the West’s most secret initiatives. The secret military hardware of unimaginable capabilities not only were passed on to Beria and Sergo but were also developed by these three traitors or patriots which ever you prefer. Combined with the Cambridge Five, The Rosenbergs, The Ware Group, The Perlo Group, The Redhead Group just to name a few there was nothing the Soviets did not know about America’s and Britain’s greatest secrets when it came to military hardware.
In the West thousands of the best minds were concentrating on consumer products and cleaner, whiter laundry. In the East it was for world domination by military means.