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Story 0583

May 10, 1941 Kiel, Germany


The fast Martin bomber streaked over the sky. Anti-aircraft shells exploded above and behind the bomber as the cameras clicked and clattered rapidly and repeatedly. Bismarck and Prinz Eugen were still at anchor. Half a dozen barges were tied up along each of the warships and a single destroyer patrolled the entrance to the harbor.
 
Story 0584

May 11, 1941 Fort Polk, Louisiana


Every tank was being worked on. Drivers checked transmissions. Gunners and commanders made sure the tracks were on right. Radio operators fiddled with vacuum tubes. The 2nd Armored Division had received its first modern tanks but the men knew from working with obsolete tanks that they were fragile beasts. And no one wanted to tell their battalion commander that he could not attack because the tanks were broken. Three battalion commanders had already been shit-canned by the brash brigadier because they could not attack when he wanted to attack. Any time they were not moving, they were fixing their tanks.

Tomorrow morning they were due to make a long road march and attack Bue Army’s exposed flank that was hanging in the air without an anchor. 80% of the tanks would be ready and most would arrive in good shape.
 
Story 0585
May 12, 1941 Norfolk, Virginia

Somehow, someone had managed to liberate half a dozen Curtis Wright CW-21 interceptors that had mysteriously fallen off of a train. Actually they were not expected to be loaded onto the freighter for another two weeks when the ship was not scheduled to arrive at Batavia until early August. The half dozen light fighters would be re-boxed and sent east as replacements for earlier fighters that the Dutch had bought for their home forces but now had supplied a pair of squadrons in the Indies.

Fighter 8 was flying again today. It was dog-fighting practice. Pilots from 806 Squadron FAA had enjoyed flying the American version of their Martlets but now they had checked out the Demons for something else as flying same versus same created blind spots that pilots did not realize. The flight lieutenant was taking up a four ship elements and as the underpowered but very lightweight fighter accelerated along the runway, the fighter took off smoothly. He and his compatriots spent the next twenty minutes getting used to the flight characteristics of the aircraft.

The Demon was a joy to fly. A thought tipped her over into a bank and she could roll faster than a greased pig. As the American fighters clawed for altitude, the veteran British pilots talked through their plan to dance like an Italian gigalo bent on seduction.

An hour later, the Demons landed. The four pilots taxied to the service area and as they dismounted they slapped each other on their backs. They had earned enough beer to keep the entire squadron happy for the week. Every time the Wildcats tried to turn with them, the Demons stepped inside of the turn and got back on the American’s tails. It was the same game the Italian fighters were forced to play in the Mediterranean. They had seen too many of their friends and squadron mates shot down trying to force their heavy fighters to be nimble dancers. They had survived because they knew what their Martlets and Fulmars could do.

The Americans having only flown against themselves did not think that other planes would have their own strengths. Today, it had cost them thirty dollars worth of beer to learn. A cheap price even though the ensigns might not think so.
 
May 9, 1941 Paris, France

<SNIP>

As the slightly older brunette approached her, Anna Marie focused on the curve of the Paolo Malatesta’s powerful neck and then there was a brush as she was bumped into.

“Pardonez moi, I was distracted...”

The other woman, red in face and short of breath after her breach of etiquette walked away and headed towards the first stall of the water closet closest to the door where she counted to seventy seven. As she re-entered the gallery, Anna Marie was gone.

Now that's a brush pass that is a brush pass.

XD
 
#585: This could very well snowball in to a big change when the US-Japan fight kicks off. The Wildcat pilots will hopefully have learned NOT to try and dogfight and turn with lightweight fighters like, say the Zero, but zoom and boom, wrok vertical.
 

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#585: This could very well snowball in to a big change when the US-Japan fight kicks off. The Wildcat pilots will hopefully have learned NOT to try and dogfight and turn with lightweight fighters like, say the Zero, but zoom and boom, wrok vertical.

Wasn't the light weight CW-21 Demon's rate-of-climb it's primary claim-to-fame? The airframe itself didn't offer a lot of growth potential for a 1940's fighter. It was a product of the end of the interwar design ideas.
 
May 12, 1941 Norfolk, Virginia

Somehow, someone had managed to liberate half a dozen Curtis Wright CW-21 interceptors that had mysteriously fallen off of a train. Actually they were not expected to be loaded onto the freighter for another two weeks when the ship was not scheduled to arrive at Batavia until early August. The half dozen light fighters would be re-boxed and sent east as replacements for earlier fighters that the Dutch had bought for their home forces but now had supplied a pair of squadrons in the Indies.

Fighter 8 was flying again today. It was dog-fighting practice. Pilots from 806 Squadron FAA had enjoyed flying the American version of their Martlets but now they had checked out the Demons for something else as flying same versus same created blind spots that pilots did not realize. The flight lieutenant was taking up a four ship elements and as the underpowered but very lightweight fighter accelerated along the runway, the fighter took off smoothly. He and his compatriots spent the next twenty minutes getting used to the flight characteristics of the aircraft.

The Demon was a joy to fly. A thought tipped her over into a bank and she could roll faster than a greased pig. As the American fighters clawed for altitude, the veteran British pilots talked through their plan to dance like an Italian gigalo bent on seduction.

An hour later, the Demons landed. The four pilots taxied to the service area and as they dismounted they slapped each other on their backs. They had earned enough beer to keep the entire squadron happy for the week. Every time the Wildcats tried to turn with them, the Demons stepped inside of the turn and got back on the American’s tails. It was the same game the Italian fighters were forced to play in the Mediterranean. They had seen too many of their friends and squadron mates shot down trying to force their heavy fighters to be nimble dancers. They had survived because they knew what their Martlets and Fulmars could do.

The Americans having only flown against themselves did not think that other planes would have their own strengths. Today, it had cost them thirty dollars worth of beer to learn. A cheap price even though the ensigns might not think so.


Now that could be prove to be one heck of a butterfly. If only the lesson is shared widely and understood. People like Jimmy Thach caught on quickly enough but it would be better if this knowledge was gained earlier.
 
Wasn't the light weight CW-21 Demon's rate-of-climb it's primary claim-to-fame? The airframe itself didn't offer a lot of growth potential for a 1940's fighter. It was a product of the end of the interwar design ideas.


I think it was more of an in between design. Still following old ideas but also using some new ones like
radios, a bubble hood canopy and the improved landing gear design on the CW-21B. But yeah, a design dead end and rapidly out-paced by the better designs.
 

David Flin

Gone Fishin'
#582: The brush pass, a classic bit of tradecraft. Information has been forwarded...

Although typically the participants wouldn't say anything, for obvious reasons. You'd rather hope that neither of the participants didn't draw attention to themselves by getting red-faced for no readily apparent reason. You'd also hope that both participants wouldn't draw attention by such things as promptly vacating a room they've apparently just entered.

They're untrained amateurs. It shows. Anna Marie shows natural talent. The other, well, doesn't.
 
Although typically the participants wouldn't say anything, for obvious reasons. You'd rather hope that neither of the participants didn't draw attention to themselves by getting red-faced for no readily apparent reason. You'd also hope that both participants wouldn't draw attention by such things as promptly vacating a room they've apparently just entered.

They're untrained amateurs. It shows. Anna Marie shows natural talent. The other, well, doesn't.

I will revise the brunette and the brush
 

David Flin

Gone Fishin'
I will revise the brunette and the brush

I just assumed that, like AM, she was learning it in the field. It's a plausible handling if that is the case. They're not experts (or at least, AM isn't, and I assume the other isn't). You wouldn't expect expert plays from people untrained.


If the brunette is trained, the thing to remember is that you want as few eyes drawn to the participants as possible at any stage of the operation. It's not just the brush that is important. During the approach, if you draw attention, people are more likely to (a) be more aware of you when the brush happens and (b) more likely to remember you after the event. People trained in this sort of thing can recall literally hundreds of people a day, even if just with a glance of a second, sufficiently well to provide a fairly detailed description, and that can come back and bite you later on.

During the brush, above all else, you don't want to draw attention. Speaking when you're in a quiet place makes people look out of curiosity. And in the exit phase, again, you want to minimise attention. A change of direction or an abrupt movement attracts the eye of someone nearby, and the last thing you want is some awkward blighter thinking: "Hang on, didn't he only just come into the room?"

Sometimes, if you're fairly sure that someone is keeping an eye out for a brush, you'll have someone else run interference. A distraction to draw the eye away from you, or something. It doesn't even need to be a knowing accomplice. If you time it right, you can wait until a natural distraction occurs (a couple having a blazing row, for example, or a baby screaming. Babies are really good distractions, and can generally be relied upon to cause a distraction of their own volition) and then time the brush when people are looking elsewhere.

The person to be concerned about is the person in possession. They are the vulnerable one. If there's a glitch, the one not in possession is the one who takes the lead is sorting out the exit strategy for both parties, which generally involves arranging a distraction. In the case you described, with two young ladies, the obvious distraction (and probably too obvious, but they're new to the game) would be to accuse a man of an improper suggestion and then stalk haughtily off. The other will have more cover.

Crowds are better for a brush than empty rooms, for obvious reasons. If there's only two people in a room, any onlooker hasn't got any choices to make about who to look at. With a lot of people and a lot of movement, you've got a lot of distractions.

There's a whole bunch more esoteric stuff, but the basic premise is Don't Be Seen. Oh, and make sure you know your exit strategy at every step of the way.
 
I just assumed that, like AM, she was learning it in the field. It's a plausible handling if that is the case. They're not experts (or at least, AM isn't, and I assume the other isn't). You wouldn't expect expert plays from people untrained.


If the brunette is trained, the thing to remember is that you want as few eyes drawn to the participants as possible at any stage of the operation. It's not just the brush that is important. During the approach, if you draw attention, people are more likely to (a) be more aware of you when the brush happens and (b) more likely to remember you after the event. People trained in this sort of thing can recall literally hundreds of people a day, even if just with a glance of a second, sufficiently well to provide a fairly detailed description, and that can come back and bite you later on...

There's a whole bunch more esoteric stuff, but the basic premise is Don't Be Seen. Oh, and make sure you know your exit strategy at every step of the way.

Incorporated --- the new brush is going through the room to sketch in a different room and Anna Marie spends the next several minutes still enjoying the statue. I just wanted to use this location as it was one of my favorite places in Paris when I lived there.

And as a side note, Anna Marie is a character that has been yelling at me for the past 80,000 words that she wants to do more. I never really figured that she was going to be a major component so I never did a lot of pre-writing research on spycraft. I will stumble forward with her.
 
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Wasn't the light weight CW-21 Demon's rate-of-climb it's primary claim-to-fame? The airframe itself didn't offer a lot of growth potential for a 1940's fighter. It was a product of the end of the interwar design ideas.
Correct, it is an evolutionary dead end BUT it is fast, nimble light fighter that can dance. The idea of dissimilar air combat training is being introduced as the FAA pilots know what their heavier fighters can and can't do against a light dancer. The big problem with most fighter training is that most of the training occurs within the squadron or within the wing where the adversaries are the same type of aircraft with the same strengths and weaknesses.
 
May 12, 1941 Norfolk, Virginia

... Every time the Wildcats tried to turn with them, the Demons stepped inside of the turn and got back on the American’s tails. It was the same game the Italian fighters were forced to play in the Mediterranean. They had seen too many of their friends and squadron mates shot down trying to force their heavy fighters to be nimble dancers...

So - the U.S. pilots are already learning: never "dogfight" with a more maneuverable plane. A lesson that OTL was learned over the Pacific at great cost.
 
Now that information has to got out to fighter squadrons throughout The Dutch East Indies, Hawaii, Malaya and the Philippines. Not that those in the Philippines have much chance, the aircraft they are saddled with are appalling. The P 26 has no business being anywhere but a museum, and the Seversky P 35 was at best mediocre.
 
Story 0586

May 13, 1941 border of occupied France and Vichy France


The train stopped. A dozen border guards looked through the papers of everyone on the passenger car. The young woman with mousy brown hair tightly pulled back into a bun handed the inquisitor her papers. He asked her questions. She replied straightforwardly and with as little hesitation or defiance as possible. She had gone to see her grandmother in Paris as her health was failing and now she was heading back to Marseilles.

At the end of the car there was a ruckus. A Jew had all of his papers in order but he was not properly obsequious to the guards. First one and then another took their truncheons and slammed them into the man’s kidneys. As he bent over a knee went up into his face. No one on the car did much besides re-assemble their papers. No one wanted to come to the attention of the authorities on either side of the Demarcation Line for an action that would have no effect. Thirty minutes later, the broken man had been dragged off the train car and the train slowly crept over the border.
 
Story 0587
May 14, 1941 Libya

Artillery lashed the hill side. Twelve shells per gun and every gun in the regiment focused on the hill. As the top of the hill was shrouded in smoke, dust, and flashes of shells, the 3rd Indian Motor Brigade advanced again. The Italians had snuck first an observation post and now most of a battalion of light infantry up on the hill. The position was not critically threatening to the Commonwealth defensive line but it provided a clear view over the front and it threatened to be a glacis against which Commonwealth forces would waste themselves against in any general offensive towards Tripoli.

The two frontier force cavalry squadrons advanced and by nightfall they had most of the hill. The Italian defenders had a thin line within twenty yards of the crest and the reverse slope. By the next morning, the Italians had evacuated as the King Edward’s Own Cavalry had managed to slip past an Italian outpost line and sit thirty armored trucks on the primary line of retreat for the Italian forward position.
 
Story 0588

May 15,1941 Swan Hunter


The battleship Anson was being worked on. She had cleared the slips over a year ago and she was supposed to have been ready by the end of 1941. The invasion scare had frozen work on her for a month and then work slowly resumed with a third of the normal effort for another three months. Now full effort was back on task and had been since the late fall. The newest delay was the Admiralty debating whether or not to hold completion until new radars could be installed or to keep her current set until a refit. If there were no more major change orders, she should be ready by early spring 1942.
 
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