The Invasion of 1950 (37 page)

“Yes,” Jackson said, peering back towards their target. The darkness obscured everything, but he was sure that he could see flames in the distance. It was possible that the locomotive had caught fire again or something else had happened. Maybe the Germans still thought that they were in the woods and had set fire to it in hopes of catching them. There was no way to know. “Are you sure we can get through the air defences and escape?”

“Hey, the Germans don’t really have any way of telling us apart from one of their aircraft,” the pilot said, as they swooped low over the countryside. “The real danger is being shot at by our own forces, but we can slip through a gap and avoid any danger with ease, as long as I fly the proper course.”

Wilt snorted. “Isn’t there a danger that the Germans could fly the same course?”

“Not unless the Germans knew precisely what course to fly,” the pilot assured him. He yanked the autogyro through a quick change of course and headed west for ten minutes before turning back to the south. “If they just flew over the gap, they would be identified as…well, not being us, and the radar-guided guns will try to engage it. That would be fatal for them unless they were flying a fighter, but as a fighter isn’t an autogyro on the radar screen, the defences will engage it anyway.”

The remainder of the flight lasted nearly thirty minutes before they put down on a field, which was being used as a makeshift airbase. “Good luck, chaps,” the pilot said as a lorry arrived for them. The tired platoon boarded the lorry and waved goodbye. The lorry was uncomfortable and smelled as if it were used to carry farm animals – which was actually possible as a great deal of vehicles had been commandeered by the army – but it was heaven to the exhausted soldiers.

The pilot didn’t understand. “Don’t forget to bloody the German nose when they attack,” he called, and ignored the angry looks from some of the soldiers. The soldiers on the ground didn’t think much of the RAF, regarding them as effeminate fly-boys who couldn’t handle service on the ground and were sometimes accidentally responsible for bombing British trenches instead of German trenches. “They cannot take this airbase or all of England shall fall.”

Jackson laughed as the lorry drove off and carried them back towards General Barron’s headquarters. He’d make his report, inform the General of just how much damage they had wreaked upon the Germans, and then go find somewhere to sleep. The entire platoon needed to get some rest, or they’d be completely wasted by the time they would be required to go patrolling again. The Germans, having touched the British lines, had decided to pull back a little and content themselves with some aggressive patrolling, until they had prepared their attack. Everyone knew that it was coming…

Slowly, Jackson drifted off.

London, England

“
Thank you for coming, Mr Ambassador,” Winston Churchill said.

“Thank you for inviting me,” Ambassador Harry Truman said. Up close, it was easy to see why Roosevelt, before he died, had liked the old Englishman; he was a very personable figure indeed. Dressed in a suit, with a cigar puffing away between his lips, there was no mistaking him for anyone else. “I understood from your message that it was important.”

He leaned forward as Churchill puffed away contentedly. Truman hadn’t expected to be offered the post of Ambassador to the Court of King James – the formal title for any Ambassador to Britain – but he had attempted to carry out the duties of the post with one eye towards the benefit of his country and one wary eye on Nazi Germany. Roosevelt, before he died, had warned Truman that Hitler wasn’t going to go away; sooner or later, he would either come to attack the United States or interfere with American interests in another part of the world. Roosevelt had even gone so far as to predict that Hitler’s forces would lunge into Saudi Arabia and snatch the oil wells. Or maybe trouble would spread from Iran into Saudi Arabia, and with Arabian oil increasingly important to the United States, it could mean war.

Truman silently cursed that missed opportunity. The build-up of American forces and fire-power had thrust America forward into being one of the most powerful nations in the world, but that fire-power had been allowed to atrophy as interest in overseas affairs had faded and Japan had fallen in the wake of their experience with the Russians. If the Germans hadn’t forced Beria to surrender chunks of his own territory to the Japanese, their positions on the Chinese mainland would have been completely eliminated and they would have been reduced to a minor threat, rather than spending years trying to beat the life out of China. Truman doubted, from the handful of reports from Americans in the occupied zone, that the Japanese would succeed any-time soon, but as long as the fighting went on, China would eventually bleed to death. The only question was how long Japan could keep up the effort without collapsing itself.

If they had struck in 1941…but there was little point in worrying about what might have been. The Japanese had taken Indochina off the French and bullied the Dutch in the East Indies, and by doing so, they had solved many of their problems. It wouldn’t save them in the long term – Truman was sure that China was just too big for them to digest completely – but they weren’t looking for any more trouble. The fear of the Japanese had faded as Japan got deeper and deeper into China and the United States Navy had become vastly more powerful than anything Japan could hope to muster.

He grimaced. Germany was a different story. He had listened to Roosevelt’s fears, and even shared them to the extent he put aside Party loyalty and worked in London as President Taft’s Ambassador. The role had surprised him, and he suspected that Taft was trying to get him out the way. However, Truman had taken to the role, as well as a secondary role that Taft might not have really understood, or approved. Truman was working to build up an American consensus that action against Germany was needed, sooner rather than later, before it was too late.

Truman liked Germans – he had Germans in his family – but he loathed the Nazis. They were the only real threat to America and dangerous, very dangerous, these days. Nazi Germany, perhaps the most advanced nation in the world, held effective control over nearly a third of the world, and as the German economy expanded, so did the scale of the threat..He had seen intelligence reports that predicted the Germans would have a fleet to match the US Navy within ten years. They were facing a battleship and carrier war that would have terrified the British and German admirals who had fought in the early years of the century. If America lost control of the seas, it would be very difficult to prevent the Germans from landing an army on American soil. They would have problems winning, but as the British had learned to their cost, it was all-too-easy to make a surprise landing, and American security made the British look perfect. Truman and a handful of others had been warning America for years, but so few seemed to care.

Or to understand the scale of the threat. Truman, like all dedicated anti-communists, had little time for Russians, but what the Nazis had done to them was terrifying. The very face of the Russian nation was being reshaped, as was Africa and the Middle East, all at the behest of one man; Adolph Hitler. Those rated inferior were treated as slaves or simply exterminated; how long would it be before Russia was completely broken? It was impossible to be certain one way or the other, but he suspected that resistance had been falling for years. Beria’s refusal to talk to the United States, under threat of German punishment, made collecting accurate information impossible.

“There is much we have to discuss and very little time,” Churchill said into the silence. “I trust you will understand if we put aside formalities for the moment?”

“Of course,” he said, relaxing slightly. The noise of German bombs could be heard in the distance, but London itself hadn’t been seriously bombed since the first terrifying day when Otto Skorzeny and his men had landed to tear the guts out of the British Government. “It’s always a pleasure to cut the crap.”

Churchill nodded slightly, understanding the underlying message. Churchill was popular in America, although like so many others he sometimes overestimated the scale of that popularity. Roosevelt had once commented that while every American loved a hero, they didn’t love people who forced them to make hard choices. Churchill was both. He was also an ardent imperialist, something that had made it easy for Dewey to slander him during the 1944 election campaign, the campaign that had broken Roosevelt’s heart. Dewey might have done much for the country, including a bitter attack on racism and pro-Nazi feelings in the country, but he had done very little for the overall cause of defeating the Germans.

“The position is grim, but not desperate,” Churchill said, looking over at the map he’d hung on one wall. Truman studied it with considerable interest. It was hard to collect reliable information from the front. The Germans had seized a vast amount of British territory, and yet he knew from his own experience that there was a vast difference between taking the territory and controlling it. British lines, marked on the map, looked strong…but any military force that attempted to defend every possible location was asking for disaster.

“It looks as if the Germans are going to advance against your lines,” Truman said, finally. It showed no real insight. “When are you expecting them to move?”

Churchill shrugged. “We suspect that they will attack as soon as they feel able to do so,” he said. “We have some vague intelligence reports that suggest that they intend to commence within the week, but reports are confusing and…in any case, moving an entire army isn’t really easy. They may well
intend
to hit us within a week, but there will be delays that will force them to halt and wait.”

Churchill glowered. “You have seen the reports of German atrocities?”

“Yes,” Truman said. The list was short, compared to Russia, but the BBC was trumpeting all of them as examples of German beastliness. There had been several young men shot for shooting at Germans, several children taken as hostages and transported to Germany, and one known case of rape. He also knew that the Germans had shot the rapist themselves and assisted his victim to flee to British lines. That was Rommel’s influence, he suspected, an influence that would not last once the SS got its claws into Britain. “I've also reported on them to the president.”

His expression darkened. America probably wouldn’t really care. The country had seen the pictures of what was happening to the Jews, but while there had been shock and outrage, it hadn’t always translated into action. Some Jewish groups had been purchasing Jews from the Germans, trying to save as many as possible, only to be accused of literally buying and trading in slaves. It was disgusting, in Truman’s opinion, but there had always been a streak of anti-Semitism running through American politics.

“We need your help,” Churchill admitted after a long moment. “I have hopes that we will defeat the German offensive when it finally attacks our lines, but whatever happens, it will cost us dearly. The longer the Germans wait, the more time we have to prepare, but the more time they have to ship supplies into Britain and reinforce their own forces.”

His hand traced a location on the map. “We’ve been raiding them as much as we can and there have been all kinds of skirmishes along the lines, but we haven’t been able to prevent them reinforcing their divisions,” he said. “When the storm breaks, they will hit us as hard as they can, and that will shatter the forces we have built up over the years. We could win the battle, drive the Germans back into the sea, and still lose the war.”

Truman’s eyes narrowed. “What- exactly – does that mean?”

Churchill picked up a second map and unrolled it in front of Truman. “We have reports that the Italians are finally working up the nerve to cross the Suez,” he said. “The Germans have been pressing them to do it since they launched their invasion, but Mussolini is being balky. For some reason, he feels that Hitler should have provided him with advance warning of the invasion. It’s a shame he didn’t, because if that had happened, we would have had more warning ourselves, but…”

He tapped the Suez Canal. “The Italian have enough firepower to close the canal, and they have threatened to open fire on any warship trying to pass through there. If they decide to force a crossing, we will bleed them – make no mistake about that – but they will probably succeed. Hitler gave them thousands of former Russian tanks and weapons and they will have the fire-power to defeat our lines. Once they get over the canal, they will probably drive into Palestine and Iraq.”

Truman saw the implication at once, as Churchill had intended. “They'll also threaten Saudi Arabia,” he said. “What about the Turks?”

Churchill shrugged. The Turks had gobbled up Cyprus and Syria – taking the latter from the Vichy French, who were in no position to complain – and were eyeing the oil wells in Iraq with growing interest. They were trying hard to stay out of the fighting, but Germans on two borders were a powerful argument in favour of coming to some accommodation with the
Reich
. The Turks were proud, tough fighters, but they lacked the ability to stand the Germans off. The Germans also provided almost all of their imports and a market for their exports. In short, Truman knew, the Germans had the Turks by the balls.