October, 1933
Washington
Despite having only declared war six months prior, the American industrial complex had been given a head start by the final months of Al Smith’s Administration. The American industrial might was expanding astonishingly quickly.
Among the accomplishments was the projected launch of the USS Wasp, the next of the Ranger-class vessels, by December of 1933, nearly a year ahead of expectations.
That didn’t even count the huge number of smaller vessels produced almost on an assembly line. The “Liberty Ships”, medium sized freighters, were launched every week and this pace was only expected to increase in the future as multiple facilities worked three shifts to produce cheap but sturdy transports and freighters to replace the dozens already sunk throughout the Atlantic and Pacific.
The United States had two more battleships under construction but had no further orders, deeming the class of ship as having less utility than in past decades. Instead, new models of cruisers with heavy anti-aircraft capabilities, destroyers with improved anti-submersible capacity and more capable submersibles were gaining the majority of the naval budgets.
The new “Wildcat” naval fighter was expected to be an improvement upon the Buffalo. However, rumors of the capabilities of the Japanese “A5M” lent a certain level of nervousness. By sheer luck, a prototype had gone down months before and come upon by an American submersible. The A5M appeared to be an incredibly light, well-powered aircraft (and thus very fast and freakishly maneuverable). The lack of armored protection for the pilot shocked many but plainly few Americans would enjoy dog-fighting with this beast. In contrast, American fighters were more jack-of-all-trades but masters-of-none. The American birds could take punishment the Japanese could not (often Japanese planes would be cut to pieces by a short burst where American planes could plug on) and bore superior armaments. But the speed and maneuverability would swiftly be exceeded by the A5M. Designs were in the mix for updated models but these would at least be a year away.
Since President Stuart had no desire to still BE at war in a year, he ordered production immediately expanded to all war material.
October, 1933
The “Bulge”
After a series of brutal attacks and French escape attempts, nearly 200,000 French troops would finally surrender after their pocket collapsed. These were the flower of the French army and the loss, in conjunction with over 250,000 casualties, would shake the Commune badly. Now France was fighting….and not winning…..on two fronts.
Worse, the Russian reactionaries were apparently continuing their advance. Pre-war negotiations held that France would rule German and southern Europe (Italy and Iberia) while Russia was free to do what they desired in their former Slavic tributary states, the Balkans and Scandinavia.
But that only would apply if Germany actually FELL to the French. If Russia continued to march into Germany, there was likely nothing France could do about it but fight another war it may not win.
A Europe controlled entirely by Russia would be a nightmare for global Marxism. Eventually, Russia would crush the west and Marx’ dream would die with France.
The Commune, which had not possessed a powerful leader since Jules Guesde, would bicker back and forth. Some defeatists would even suggest holding off the next campaign so Germany could transfer resources east and halt Russia. Already, many in Paris were questioning the wisdom of yet another war against Germany after so many defeats.
The Commune’s high council would quietly arrest many of these voices and they would be “retired” somewhere in the country.
As it was, the reality of war would come to the French capital itself with a swarm of 200 British and American bombers dropping enormous bombs upon Paris, the first large such raid. Nearly a fifth of the city was burned or sustained damage. Several bombs struck the base of the Eiffel Tower and, over the course of hours, the great structure would lean under the weight and finally collapse.
Realizing that defeat…..real defeat (meaning occupation and the dissolution of the Commune)…..was possible, the French Commune authorized a heinous plan.
While the “Flying Bombs” had been pounding London for months, the French added a new wrinkle: assorted poison gas canisters were added to the Flying Bombs and launched, in a spurt of hundreds of bombs, upon London. Tear gas, mustard gas and some even worse would fall upon the helpless masses of Britain’s greatest city. King Albert I of Saxe-Coburg would visit the East End bearing a gas mask. His presence would greatly comfort the people. When Buckingham was struck, the King confided that “he could finally look the East End in the eye”.
French bombers would turn their attention from southern Britain to the northern German ports in hopes of staunching the flow of materials keeping the Confederation in the fight. Britain could be dealt with later. Once Germany fell, the only rival to France in Europe would be their “ally”, Russia.
It was just a matter of crushing these pesky, hypocritical “democracies”.
November, 1933
Camp Lee, Virginia
Like dozens of other training camps throughout the nation, Camp Lee would be opened with the intent of training as many men as possible with the basics of soldiering (shooting, marching, making beds with crisp corners, etc). By Fall, there was even a smattering of actual experienced soldiers providing details regarding enemy tank capabilities, the drawbacks of American artillery, how to cook in the rain….etc, etc.
Throughout it all, over 50,000 men per month were graduating from boot camp with at least the basics. Most would go on to further training in some sort of specialty (armored cavalry, mechanics, airborne, artillery, etc) which would take a few more months (or less).
In the end, an army was just not a bunch of infantry but a complex organism which was dependent upon dozens of highly specialized functions.
Camp Lee would be a primary example as this would be a major armored cavalry training center. Dozens of Grant and Lee tanks were used as training vehicles while hundreds of mechanics learned the intricacies of these vehicles and others.
Three divisions had been trained in this camp over the past six months alone. By the end of November, the current batch would ship out abroad or to another staging area as a new group of raw recruits trained by some experienced tankers would prepare for war.
November, 1933
The Rhineland
“Damn that miserable coward!” George Patton growled to his C/O. MacArthur had long since tired of the man’s ego. There was never enough space in the room for his own and certainly not his subordinate’s.
“Enough, Patton….”
“If that damned Englishman hadn’t dragged his ass when Rommel and I were cutting the Marxies off, we could have bagged the whole bunch, not just half the damned French army!” The Virginian would inexorably continue, oblivious to his commander’s impatience. “I swear to god, if we frisked Monty, there’s a better than even chance we’d find the ghost of Jules Guesde in clever disguise!”
“I said shut the hell up, Patton!” MacArthur roared. “It’s done. Now figure the hell out how to break back across the Rhine!”
MacArthur’s fragile ego had been bruised when his suggestion that HE should be allied joint commander over Guderian, whose country had been fighting much longer and had 10x as many troops in the field, was roundly ignored even by his own superiors.
Viewing himself as the new Caesar, MacArthur did not like taking orders from anyone. The only saving grace was that Guderian was taking his command (and 200,000 experienced German troops including large portions of their armor) east to attempt to hold whatever was left of Poland and the Ukraine from the Czarina. This would leave the Americans….and the British, he supposed……with more authority against the French in the Rhineland.
Tens of thousands of American and British reinforcements continued to pour into Northern Germany despite the mounting cold.
Washington
Despite having only declared war six months prior, the American industrial complex had been given a head start by the final months of Al Smith’s Administration. The American industrial might was expanding astonishingly quickly.
Among the accomplishments was the projected launch of the USS Wasp, the next of the Ranger-class vessels, by December of 1933, nearly a year ahead of expectations.
That didn’t even count the huge number of smaller vessels produced almost on an assembly line. The “Liberty Ships”, medium sized freighters, were launched every week and this pace was only expected to increase in the future as multiple facilities worked three shifts to produce cheap but sturdy transports and freighters to replace the dozens already sunk throughout the Atlantic and Pacific.
The United States had two more battleships under construction but had no further orders, deeming the class of ship as having less utility than in past decades. Instead, new models of cruisers with heavy anti-aircraft capabilities, destroyers with improved anti-submersible capacity and more capable submersibles were gaining the majority of the naval budgets.
The new “Wildcat” naval fighter was expected to be an improvement upon the Buffalo. However, rumors of the capabilities of the Japanese “A5M” lent a certain level of nervousness. By sheer luck, a prototype had gone down months before and come upon by an American submersible. The A5M appeared to be an incredibly light, well-powered aircraft (and thus very fast and freakishly maneuverable). The lack of armored protection for the pilot shocked many but plainly few Americans would enjoy dog-fighting with this beast. In contrast, American fighters were more jack-of-all-trades but masters-of-none. The American birds could take punishment the Japanese could not (often Japanese planes would be cut to pieces by a short burst where American planes could plug on) and bore superior armaments. But the speed and maneuverability would swiftly be exceeded by the A5M. Designs were in the mix for updated models but these would at least be a year away.
Since President Stuart had no desire to still BE at war in a year, he ordered production immediately expanded to all war material.
October, 1933
The “Bulge”
After a series of brutal attacks and French escape attempts, nearly 200,000 French troops would finally surrender after their pocket collapsed. These were the flower of the French army and the loss, in conjunction with over 250,000 casualties, would shake the Commune badly. Now France was fighting….and not winning…..on two fronts.
Worse, the Russian reactionaries were apparently continuing their advance. Pre-war negotiations held that France would rule German and southern Europe (Italy and Iberia) while Russia was free to do what they desired in their former Slavic tributary states, the Balkans and Scandinavia.
But that only would apply if Germany actually FELL to the French. If Russia continued to march into Germany, there was likely nothing France could do about it but fight another war it may not win.
A Europe controlled entirely by Russia would be a nightmare for global Marxism. Eventually, Russia would crush the west and Marx’ dream would die with France.
The Commune, which had not possessed a powerful leader since Jules Guesde, would bicker back and forth. Some defeatists would even suggest holding off the next campaign so Germany could transfer resources east and halt Russia. Already, many in Paris were questioning the wisdom of yet another war against Germany after so many defeats.
The Commune’s high council would quietly arrest many of these voices and they would be “retired” somewhere in the country.
As it was, the reality of war would come to the French capital itself with a swarm of 200 British and American bombers dropping enormous bombs upon Paris, the first large such raid. Nearly a fifth of the city was burned or sustained damage. Several bombs struck the base of the Eiffel Tower and, over the course of hours, the great structure would lean under the weight and finally collapse.
Realizing that defeat…..real defeat (meaning occupation and the dissolution of the Commune)…..was possible, the French Commune authorized a heinous plan.
While the “Flying Bombs” had been pounding London for months, the French added a new wrinkle: assorted poison gas canisters were added to the Flying Bombs and launched, in a spurt of hundreds of bombs, upon London. Tear gas, mustard gas and some even worse would fall upon the helpless masses of Britain’s greatest city. King Albert I of Saxe-Coburg would visit the East End bearing a gas mask. His presence would greatly comfort the people. When Buckingham was struck, the King confided that “he could finally look the East End in the eye”.
French bombers would turn their attention from southern Britain to the northern German ports in hopes of staunching the flow of materials keeping the Confederation in the fight. Britain could be dealt with later. Once Germany fell, the only rival to France in Europe would be their “ally”, Russia.
It was just a matter of crushing these pesky, hypocritical “democracies”.
November, 1933
Camp Lee, Virginia
Like dozens of other training camps throughout the nation, Camp Lee would be opened with the intent of training as many men as possible with the basics of soldiering (shooting, marching, making beds with crisp corners, etc). By Fall, there was even a smattering of actual experienced soldiers providing details regarding enemy tank capabilities, the drawbacks of American artillery, how to cook in the rain….etc, etc.
Throughout it all, over 50,000 men per month were graduating from boot camp with at least the basics. Most would go on to further training in some sort of specialty (armored cavalry, mechanics, airborne, artillery, etc) which would take a few more months (or less).
In the end, an army was just not a bunch of infantry but a complex organism which was dependent upon dozens of highly specialized functions.
Camp Lee would be a primary example as this would be a major armored cavalry training center. Dozens of Grant and Lee tanks were used as training vehicles while hundreds of mechanics learned the intricacies of these vehicles and others.
Three divisions had been trained in this camp over the past six months alone. By the end of November, the current batch would ship out abroad or to another staging area as a new group of raw recruits trained by some experienced tankers would prepare for war.
November, 1933
The Rhineland
“Damn that miserable coward!” George Patton growled to his C/O. MacArthur had long since tired of the man’s ego. There was never enough space in the room for his own and certainly not his subordinate’s.
“Enough, Patton….”
“If that damned Englishman hadn’t dragged his ass when Rommel and I were cutting the Marxies off, we could have bagged the whole bunch, not just half the damned French army!” The Virginian would inexorably continue, oblivious to his commander’s impatience. “I swear to god, if we frisked Monty, there’s a better than even chance we’d find the ghost of Jules Guesde in clever disguise!”
“I said shut the hell up, Patton!” MacArthur roared. “It’s done. Now figure the hell out how to break back across the Rhine!”
MacArthur’s fragile ego had been bruised when his suggestion that HE should be allied joint commander over Guderian, whose country had been fighting much longer and had 10x as many troops in the field, was roundly ignored even by his own superiors.
Viewing himself as the new Caesar, MacArthur did not like taking orders from anyone. The only saving grace was that Guderian was taking his command (and 200,000 experienced German troops including large portions of their armor) east to attempt to hold whatever was left of Poland and the Ukraine from the Czarina. This would leave the Americans….and the British, he supposed……with more authority against the French in the Rhineland.
Tens of thousands of American and British reinforcements continued to pour into Northern Germany despite the mounting cold.