Authors: Newt Gingrich
Days of Infamy
Praise for
Days of Infamy
“Skillfully combining historical characters with fictional ones, Gingrich and Forstchen have crafted a riveting, exciting, and realistic novel of World War II.”
—
Library Journal
Praise for
Pearl Harbor
“A thrilling tale of the attack that marked America’s darkest day.”
—W. E. B. Griffin
“Masterful storytelling that not only captures the heroic highs and hellish lows of that horrific day which lives on in infamy—it resonates with today’s conflicts and challenges.”
—William E. Butterworth IV,
New York Times
bestselling coauthor of
The Saboteurs
“A politician and a novelist, each an accomplished historian in his own right, are emerging as master authors of alternative history. In this ‘what if’ treatment of the attack on Pearl Harbor, Newt Gingrich and William Forstchen combine their talents to make the diplomacy as suspenseful as the combat, even for readers who know what happens next—or think they know. The authors’ mastery of both the broad sweep of events and the details of naval war and military technology give their counterfactual scenarios an unusual degree of plausibility, concluding with a version of the Japanese attack that guarantees a fictional Pacific war even more terrible than the one that began on December 7, 1941.”
—Dennis Showalter, former president of the
Society of Military Historians
“The book is not only a great read, it is a fascinating historical story that applies today in Iraq as it did in the Western Pacific in the late thirties and forties.”
—Captain Alex Fraser, USN (Ret.)
“The authors’ research shines in accurate accounts of diplomatic maneuvering as well as the nuts-and-bolts of military action.”
—
Publishers Weekly
“Begins what will be a fascinating alternative history of the war in the Pacific.”
—
The Roanoke Times
(Virginia)
ALSO BY
NEWT GINGRICH AND WILLIAM R. FORSTCHEN
Gettysburg
Grant Comes East
Never Call Retreat
Pearl Harbor
DAYS
OF
INFAMY
NEWT GINGRICH,
WILLIAM R. FORSTCHEN,
AND
ALBERT S. HANSER,
CONTRIBUTING EDITOR
THOMAS DUNNE BOOKS
ST. MARTIN’S GRIFFIN
NEW YORK
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
THOMAS DUNNE BOOKS.
An imprint of St. Martin’s Press.
DAYS OF INFAMY.
Copyright © 2008 by Newt Gingrich and William R. Forstchen.
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America.
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All photographs are credited to the Naval Historical Center, and are in the public domain.
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The Library of Congress has catalogued the hardcover edition as follows:
Gingrich, Newt.
Days of infamy / Newt Gingrich and William R. Forstchen.—1st ed.
p. cm.
ISBN-13: 978-0-312-36351-2
ISBN-10: 0-312-36351-6
1. World War, 1939–1945—Pacific Area—Fiction. 2. World War, 1939–1945—Campaigns—Fiction.
I. Title.
PS3557.I4945 D39 2008
813′.54—dc22
2008004743
ISBN-13: 978-0-312-56090-4 (pbk.)
ISBN-10: 0-312-56090-7 (pbk.)
First St. Martin’s Griffin Edition: August 2009
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
For the men of the United States Navy who, in the dark days of 1941 and early 1942, held the Japanese and Nazi Empires at bay, while back home, an aroused America prepared itself to go forth to save the world. Those chosen few, frightfully outnumbered, facing opponents with vastly superior technologies, nevertheless did show the world that, as one Japanese admiral exclaimed, “The Americans have Bushido.”
“Now, who will stand on either hand and
keep the bridge with me?”
—“Horatius,” Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay
This is our fifth book together with St. Martin’s Press, and whenever it has come to acknowledgments, we always find that to be a daunting task. Literally dozens have helped us along the way, from Tom LeGore and General Bob Scales with our Civil War series, up to our current efforts now focusing on the early days of World War II.
A beginning point of thanks should be with the team at St. Martin’s Press: our editor from the start, Pete Wolverton, our publisher, Thomas Dunne, and Pete’s valuable assistants, with a special mention for Elizabeth Byrne.
On “our side of the fence,” we have so many to thank. Our agent Kathy Lubbers, advisors such as Randy Evans, Stefan Passantino, Duane Ward, Liz Wood, our photo researcher Batchimeg Sambalaibat, and Rick Tyler. Captains Cuddington and Weisbrook who helped keep a watchful eye on various technical points, and “W. E. B. Griffin” III & IV., who have proven to be great and loyal friends… our standard running joke between us is “Gee, wish I had thought of that!”
Callista Gingrich has always been an inspiration, especially when I (Newt) have been locked away doing research, or during the long hours of writing and debating out ideas related to this book, and for Bill she has always been the most steadfast of friends, regardless of
what hour he might call. Our technical editor, Steve Hanser and his wonderful wife Krys, as always, were there when most needed.
A special thanks to Sean Hannity and “Ollie” North for the interest they took in our book and to Duane Ward for organzing the special programming they dedicated to the launch of this series. We wish to thank as well the staff of professionals and volunteers at the National Memorial Park for the
Arizona
, at Pearl Harbor, along with the team that has worked so diligently to restore the pride of our fleet the USS
Missouri
and the museum built up around it, anchored now where the ill-fated
Oklahoma
came to rest at the bottom of the harbor. We also must mention the remarkable new facility on Ford’s Island, The Museum of Pacific Aviation. The special tour they gave us, pointing out evidence of the attack that was still clearly visible, was unforgettable. We recommend, as well, that if you ever visit our fiftieth state, do take the time to visit the “Punch Bowl,” sometimes referred to as the Arlington of the Pacific, where over 23,000 men and women who gave the last full measure of devotion during that war, rest in honored peace.
When the book
Pearl Harbor
was launched early in May 2007 we both went on a cross-country tour that finished up literally at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. It was a profoundly moving experience, for beyond the hurried routine of racing to book signings and events, we both had the opportunity to stop more than once, and hear the story of someone “who was there,” or remembered where they were and what they were doing when the news of what was happening at Oahu swept across our country. Some were children on the island on that dark day in 1941, others already in the military, and those moments were special to us and we cherished them. It was emotionally searing as we spent the last days of the tour looking out across that narrow harbor, slick with the oil still leaking from the
Arizona
, a wounded veteran still hemorrhaging after sixty-six years.
Sixty-six years, two thirds of a century have passed, and yet still the memory resonates in our culture, and we pray it always shall, a reason in part that we undertook the writing of these books, to present some of the great “what if’s” of that war but also as a reminder
that history does indeed repeat itself, and the price of freedom is indeed eternal vigilance.
And finally an acknowledgment to our daughters, Kathy, Jackie, and Meghan, who helped keep us on task, encouraged us along the way, and always showed their love for their fathers hard at work on this story.
The White House
December 7, 1941
19:45 hrs E.S.T.
PRESIDENT FRANKLIN DELANO
Roosevelt looked up from the text of his speech as General George Marshall stood at the doorway, a flimsy sheet of telex printout clutched in his hand.
The President turned back to Missy LeHand, his secretary, pointing out where he had just crossed out a line for the address he was preparing for the nation, now scheduled for noon tomorrow before a joint session of Congress.
“Here, put this in the first sentence,” and he pointed to his margin notes, “‘a date which will live in infamy.’”
She nodded in agreement.
He now focused his attention on his Army chief of staff. “What do you have for us?”
“This just came in, Mr. President,” and Marshall stepped into the room, unfolding the telex sheet and handing it to him. “It reports that a third strike wave of at least seventy Japanese aircraft is attacking Pearl Harbor. The line went dead approximately ten minutes ago.”
The President scanned the few brief lines: “Oil tank farms struck. Fires out of control. Harbor channel blocked. Preparing to face invasion….” The message stopped in midsentence.
The President crumpled the report up, ready to angrily toss it on the floor by the side of his wheelchair, but then thought again. It was a document now, a moment of history, and he instead tossed it onto his desk, to be filed away for later. Attack the United States, would they? On our own soil? Without a declaration of war?
He thought about this dastardly sneak attack. What could this ever be compared to? Even when the British attacked and burned Washington and this very building to the ground, we knew we’d survive. Could this onslaught be but the beginning? Hitler was at the gates of Moscow. Might the Japanese turn on the Soviets as well, together those two dark powers finish off Stalin and then fling their entire fury at England and then us?
It was sobering to be the President presiding over the crisis of Western civilization and its death struggle with the forces of modern evil in both Europe and Asia. Our civilization must not lose this war, or it would be, indeed, as Winston Churchill said, “a thousand years of darkness.”
No, never think about the possibility of defeat, he thought to himself. If I allow that thought ever to take hold, it could permeate down across the entire nation. If ever America, if ever the entire free world, needed leadership that showed not just righteous anger, but also a firm, calm resolve that inevitable victory would come, it was now. Being an optimist was a trait he had acquired at Warm Springs, Georgia, when everyone else thought he should relax and accept that polio had crippled him and ended his political life. If he had given in eighteen years earlier, he would not be in the White House looking at General Marshall and dictating his most important speech to Congress.
No, he thought to himself, these Japanese will not turn me to thoughts of defeat, and neither will Herr Hitler. They have given us the possibility of bringing to bear the full force of our great people and the full resources of our great nation and now, after three years of quiet sustained effort, our preparedness program will show its results.
That strength had to be aroused through words. Words often meant more than ships and planes and tanks. It was words that aroused a people and focused a nation. He thought of his good friend across the Atlantic with fondness for his inspiring courage and language.
Though some of the more effete and cynical still privately shook their heads about Winston Churchill’s posturing and rhetoric, there would never be a denial that the strength of his words and his pugnacious defiance were worth as much as an entire army in the field and had braced England in the darkest days of its long history.
