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Book One World War Three 1946

Book One World War Three 1946
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Saturday, November 30, 2013

“For Home And Hearth” - Part 1 by RangerElite

Far East Theater in WWIII 1946

Around 1700
In the ruined city center,
Nagoya, Japan

On the one hand, Tetsuo Miyamoto, former major in the Imperial Army, was perversely grateful for the new war in accelerating the repatriation process from Malaya. On the other hand, while he understood that his former enemies were trying to extend the hand of friendship to his people, the mistrust born out of seven or more years of constant warfare was a very difficult obstacle to overcome. He had just come from one of the U.S. Army induction centers for the Japanese Home Defense battalions and had to submit himself to one of the most rigorous – and humiliating – questionings that he had ever endured. Not even the Kempei-Tai had been this brutal in interrogating him for his former position in the Imperial Japanese Army as the executive officer of the Emperor's Household Cavalry Regiment. When he spoke out of turn and lost face, he was simply shipped off to Malaya, and not allowed the dignity of committing seppuku, or ritual suicide. He rotted away, commanding a garrison battalion in Kuala Lampur, until the end of the last war, then as a representative of the Japanese prisoners in Malaya until his repatriation, about a month ago.

Now that he was heading back to his camp, back to the U.S.-donated tent that served as his temporary home, Tetsuo-san took his time to contemplate the current state of his life: his wife had left him for the life of a geisha in Tokyo. He had recently learned this from one of his former neighbors. Before the last war, he would have felt some shame over it, but he did not. He simply felt that his marriage was just one more casualty of war, and did not allow it to concern him overly much. While job prospects were picking up with the beginning of the new war, many prospective employers were leery about hiring people of former officer rank, that could not be vouched for first, lest they face strict sanctions from the occupation authorities for failing to do their due diligence. This made it extraordinarily difficult for Tetsuo to find work, because while he knew that he had followed all the rules of war to the best of his ability (even though as an unstated policy, Japan never considered the Geneva Conventions on Warfare to be more than a diplomatic nicety that they gave the appearance of adhering to, as it was signed but never ratified), there was no one left alive or that could be found that could vouch for his character and the Australian officer in charge of his detention camp refused to grant him a good-conduct letter out of sheer hatred, because the officer's son had been captured in Singapore in 1942 and had died in the Changi prison camp – the former British military base known as Selarang, as opposed to Changi Prison - shortly afterward.

Though Tetsuo-san was not personally responsible, he fully understood the power of the hatred that he was up against.....he hears the rustling of the flap of his tent, and looks up to see a policeman “Is this the tent of Tetsuo Miyamoto?” he nods “You have a telephone call at the public phone kiosk around the corner” the officer told him. Tetsuo-san nods his thanks and gets up, while the officer patiently waits for him to guide him to his call. As they reach the public phone, the officer nods and walks away to resume his beat. “Hello?” “Hello, Major Tetsuo? This is the Emperor's Chamberlain. The Emperor remembered your service in his household cavalry, and only now has been made aware of the grave injustice done to you by higher-ranking officers to whom you were subordinated. His Imperial Majesty would like to meet with you at your first convenience, sir. When would be a good time for you?” Numbly holding the phone up to his ear, Tetsuo-san stood there in a obvious state of shock. “Sir, are you still there?” “Yes, I'm here” replied Tetsuo-san “I am at the Emperor's service whenever His Majesty desires, Chamberlain. Please inform His Imperial Majesty that if he would command the arrangement of my transport, lodging and meals, I will be there immediately.”

“That is very good, Major, the appropriate paperwork will be waiting for you at the Nagoya Central Rail Station. The Emperor will indeed be very pleased to see you. May you have a safe journey.” The Emperor's Chamberlain hung up the phone. Tetsuo-san stood there in a state of total disbelief for a good 10 minutes, before recovering and going back to strike his tent, and collect his meager possessions, to start journey to Tokyo. He cleaned himself as best as he could, and found his best civilian clothes (occupation authorities frowned upon the wearing of the former Imperial Army or Navy uniforms, even devoid of insignia or distinguishing features) and set off for his long journey.

The Captain Asks a Question

The General finally seemed to be in a good enough mood and his aide decided that the time was ripe for him to ask a question that had been eating him alive ever since the first day he had joined HQ and become an aide. He was a fighting man a real grunt that had gotten a number of field promotions from private to Captain. Not because he had gone to college or because he has attended military academies. No, he had earned his Captaincy by thinking fast on his feet and using that gift to kill a lot of Japanese. He had not been to combat school or lectures or anything even close to learning the ins and outs of strategy. He knew tactics and in particular small unit tactics like no other person in the Army and he had learned it on the job.

So he was very frustrated by what he saw at HQ. He now attended the briefings and small meetings of some of the Armies highest ranking officers. The people who had attended West Point including some who had written the books that they used at West Point. He was surrounded by the brain trust of the US ground forces and he was totally confused by what the hell was going on.

"General, may I speak freely and ask a question or two? It will help me do my job, Sir."
"Of course Porter, ask away."
"Well sir I just don't get what is going on in Spain. We have close to 2 dozen divisions trained and sitting waiting to be deployed. Why aren't we getting them to the Pyrenees Line and doing it as quickly as possible?
"That is a good observation Porter and it would seem to be the smart thing to do wouldn't it. Send those boys to shore up the line and eventually maybe even push the Reds back a ways. Let me ask you a question. How many lives and how much time do you think it would take to finally fight through those 100s of commie divisions and get to Moscow? I'll give you a little hint. It took us close to a year to go 600 miles fighting an enemy who was being bombed day and night. Who's infrastructure was devastated, and we were facing less than 60 divisions filled with old men and boys. Divisions who were spent, yet who gave us a run for our money.

Now imagine what we are going to face if we try and attack from Spain. We would be fighting an enemy close to 4 times the size of the German forces. An enemy who has only one front to defend and not two like the Germans. An enemy who is not being bombed day and night. Who's militarily significant infrastructure has been repaired and in relatively functional shape. An enemy who has as many resources as we do and all within his territory. Add in the fact that we have to go over 3 times farther to get to his capital and another 900 miles to get to his industrial heartland. Do you think it's reasonable that the American public is going to support such a long drawn out war that will include many times more casualties as the last war and take up to three times as long to win?"

"Well sir I guess it's a pretty tall order. So how are we going to do it?"
"Son, we are going to divide and conquer. We are setting old Joe up to be sliced and diced. We are making him think he is winning. We're making him believe that just a few more divisions will do the job. Just a few more squadrons and a few more resources allocated and he will eventually punch through our lines wherever they are. A few more squadrons will finally defeat the RAF and a few more divisions will finally make the breakthrough into Spain a reality. Just a little bit more and then a little bit more until he is all in. Like a gambler who thinks his opponent is bluffing and keeps calling and raising, sure that just one more raise will break his opponents will.

If we stop him cold in the Pyrenees, he will dig in and even possibly consolidate what he has won. He might just start to set up defense lines in depth and get ready for us. If we keep him thinking that just a little bit more and then a little bit more might just win him the brass ring he will keep feeding his forces into the meat grinder and not think about the future. If we stop him cold and even start to push him back, he will dig in and that will not be a good. That will lead to a stalemate and an endless war that the American public will not support. So it is imperative that we make him commit as many of his forces as possible to the offensive and not thinking about defense. Once he digs in it is over, and no one will win quickly."

"So your setting him up by drawing him in? By making him think that he is winning, and that just a little bit more force will finally break our back? Kind of like a pool hustler."

"Now you have me at a disadvantage son. I don't know about pool. But yes that is the first part of the plan. The second part is getting very complicated with many moving parts all designed to deceive the greatest double dealer of all time. We still have a series of operations planned to make him commit his forces even more. All designed to stretch his supply lines to their breaking point without him realizing what he is doing. We are setting the biggest trap every even contemplated, much less implemented. We will not win a war of attrition. We barely did that with Germany and Japan, and they were fighting the Reds, as well. We are going to win a war of maneuver. General MacArthur show us how to do that in the Pacific. We have to make the obvious seem not possible."

"All I can say sir is I'm glad you're on our side."