Near Grand Island, Nebraska
Camp Morgan, PW Camp
February 28 1939
Major Mike Garrity was wondering what the fuck was going on at the moment. He had been awoken just after 0500 by one of his junior officers. Said junior officer handed him top secret orders that a special guest would be visiting his PW Camp today and staying for at least two weeks, possibly longer. Garrity under these orders were to help this unknown guest within reason. He honestly wondered what the fuck that meant. Orders no matter how much they didn’t make sense were still orders, and with these orders coming from the Secretary of War, he was going to follow them. This was because he already confirmed these orders were real when he spoke with General Glass soon after being handed these orders.
Garrity before the start of the war had been an Arizona Ranger for close to 15 years. He also held a reserve officer commission in the Army Reserves with the rank of Captain. Garrity through had failed to see combat during the Great War as he had been too young but saw limited action in the occupation of Ontario in 1920. When the war started he had been mobilized and promoted and assigned to command one of the first PW camps that were opening. He had only reached Camp Morgan only days before the first limeys started to show up. And at the moment he was still setting up his camp for the expanding need that was going to be needed in time.
Currently the United States only held a few hundred British and Mexican PWs each and even fewer Soviet and Japanese PWs at the moment. The US however believed that PWs would becoming in large numbers as they started on their offensives needed to win this war. The US was going to be using these PW to help their war effort, notably in the farm effort to feed this nation. However with it still being winter meant they had time to expand their PW camp system before they started renting out PWs to farmers to try and make up for those Americans who were drafted into the military to defeat these nations who dared cross swords with the United States of America. Most likely it wouldn’t be till 1940 that this was put into motion.
The unknown guest reach Major Garrity’s office a little after 0900 local. Major Garrity spoke first after reading his orders, “Welcome to Camp Morgan Lieutenant Jones.”
By looking at the clothes worn by Lieutenant Matt Jones one wouldn’t know right away he was a military officer. However by looking at the way he stood was a dead give away he was a military officer. His back was ramrod straight, his shoulders were back, and he was stood with the pride you expected of a military officer. “Thank you major. Do you mind if I take a seat?” He said with an unmistakable accent of someone from the Imperial Federation.
“No go right ahead. Do you mind if I smoke?”
“This is your office major.”
At that Mike pulled out a Cuban cigar and a cigar cutter. After cutting the end off and lighting it with a match and taking a good pull on the cigar and blowing a smoke ring into the air, “So, Lieutenant what business does the Federales have here in my camp.”
“Major, how long do you think the Imperial Federation can stay out of this war?”
Garrity thought about that for a moment, “I don’t know. Most likely the whole war.”
Jones let out a high pitch laugh before he spoke, “If we were so lucky. I would put money, and good money, that we would be forced to join your side with the next 12 to 18 months.” There was a reason Jones had been selected for this assignment. He was beyond smart and was cunning as the devil. It was one of the reasons he was assigned to the newly formed Imperial Federation Intelligence Service (IFIS). With the clean break with the mother nation the Imperial Federation was forced to fill out a number of key job, this was why the IFIS was formed. They needed an intelligence service.
“Wow, I’m not sure what to say to that.” Garrity answered before taking another pull on the cigar he was smoking.
“Its understandable major.” The Imperial Federation Officer said as he studied the American. His make of the man was he was a hard nose no none sense officer but one who could only see the battle right in front of him, not the wider picture.
“That brings me back to my question, why to the Federales have business in my camp?”
“We are looking for British PWs that might be willing to join our forces once we enter the war on your side.” The Imperial Federation senior command already knew they were missing a number of key skills and they were hoping to recruit from the British PWs held by the United States to help fill in these gaps in skills. They would also take anything from pilots to cannon fodder as well. They knew this was going to be a long war and the Imperial Federation would need all the bodies they could get their hands on to come out in a position they couldn’t be bullied by the United States.
“I assume this is why I was given orders from the Secretary of War about you being here.”
“I do believe so.” The United States and the Imperial Federation already came to an agreement on the issue no neither man in this room knew that. The US would allow the Feds speak to their PWs at the moment and those that the Feds view as recruitable would be moved to a special prison camp till such time the Imperial Federation would enter the war on their side. Once they entered the war they would allow the Imperial Federation to take control of those PWs and fold them into their military. In return for this the Imperial Federation agreed to slow down on their exports to the British Raj and the Japanese right now. The Imperial Federation also made a nod and wink that they would join the war on the US side of the war but the Imperial Federation wanted something that could unite their nation.
“So are you going to stay here, or are you staying in the town?” Mike asked.
“In town, my wife is also here.” Matt had married a Polish bombshell who with her parents had fled Poland in the after of the Great War. Matt and his wife were both trying to have their first child at the moment[1], so he had been able to get tickets for his wife as well to the United States along with the allowance to live in a hotel instead of the camps. She was currently at the hotel setting up the room that would be their home for the next few weeks.
“I also take it you will have the good sense not to wear your uniform.”
“Major, I may serve in the Imperial Federation Navy and be proud of that fact, but I don’t have a death wish. Wearing my uniform here in bum fuck nowhere is asking for trouble and I know it.” Currently the Imperial Federation Navy wore the same uniform as the Royal Navy. The only difference was in the officer caps, were a crown was overlaid with the Southern Cross. Most Americans wouldn’t notice the difference and with the anger at the British, the would most likely jump any officer in a uniform that close to the British uniform. Because of that Matt only packed one uniform for this trip so when he reported to the embassy he could have it. But other than that he was going to be in a civilian suit for his trip across the US at the moment.
[1] The Imperial Federation is very big on increasing its population.