July, 1907
San Juan Puerto Rico
Having landed in Puerto Rico, Brigadier Theodore Roosevelt and his 1st New York Brigade would surround the El Morro Castle with local rebels and....sat there for several weeks until heavy American artillery was landed and brought to the capital of Puerto Rico.
Roosevelt already had reason to regret forming the 1st Brigade as his nephew Tadd and cousin Franklin had expired in Cuba, not in glorious battle, but of disease. His friend Jack Churchill at least had the dignity of getting his head blown off by a Spanish shell.
But Roosevelt had his duty and, retaining his friend Winston as his adjutant, the Brigadier of Volunteers would press forward until the Spanish had been forced into the Morro, trapped between land and sea. A few Royalists continued to fight in the countryside but Roosevelt was largely happy to leave that to the Puerto Rican rebels. Having suffered the loss of a fifth of the 1st New York....mostly to disease....in Cuba, Roosevelt was happy to billet his army in San Juan's Old Town where the cobbled streets held fewer malaria-ridden mosquitos than Santiago de Cuba.
Yokosuka
Now badly outnumbered by the American, British, Australian and Chinese fleets, the Imperial Navy would begrudgingly consolidate her forces in the naval base located in the eastern city of Yokosuka. Over half Japan's heavy ships had been lost in the past year and effectively nothing had replaced them.
Now, an armada was massing along China and the Joseon Empire and the Imperial Navy dare not find itself spread out among several naval bases.
Presently, small frigates posted along Western Honshu would race back to their local bases and telegraph the fact that the much-anticipated enemy fleet of 30 allied vessels was on route past southern Honshu to (presumably) Yokosuka.
A fierce debate would rage among the Admirals. Some pointed out an invasion of Japan was unlikely and, if the remaining Imperial Navy was ordered to sea and defeated, then the war was over. Thus, wouldn't it be better to retreat to another port and live to fight another day?
Others were horrified. Was there no place for honor? What would the Army say if the Navy ran from a fight?
Even if utterly defeated, the Navy's honor would remain. If they ran......then power would shift permanently to the Army thugs. Imagine what the Generals would say to the Emperor if the Navy ran away and left the coastal cities to the mercy of the Chinese and other Gaijin?
And what was the probability that they allies would not give chase and eventually corner the Imperial Navy anyway?
At least with direct battle, the Japanese would be taking their destiny in their own hands.
Eventually, the Emperor himself would end the debate with an unprecedented visit to their Headquarters. He demanded to know what the Navy was doing to halt the Gaijin.
The commander of the Fleet assured him that the Navy was sailing out to defend the Empire within hours. To their credit, the Admirals present each requested and was granted permission to board one of the warships. If the Imperial Navy was to die under their watch, they would go down with it.
New Jersey
Mohandas Gandhi would watch until dusk turned to night the Teamsters transmitting thousands of tons of material towards the Meadowlands Baseball Stadium construction site, the future home of the Jersey Stars, a professional baseball team owned by local movie executives. For the past several months, Gandhi had helped organized the Teamsters Local to ensure that no non-Union workers would labor a moment on this stadium. Though such high-profile projects were incidental to the transportation industry, it served as a beacon to the Union Teamsters to rally behind the flag. By 9:00, the last of the trucks and wagons had been withdrawn and the day was over.
Of course, this was not the only reason for Gandhi's presence. For the most months, he'd also been reviewing the accounts of the New Jersey Local and found great irregularities. The Union boss of the region was the Georgian peasant, Iosef Jughashvilli, who Gandhi was now completely satisfied had been robbing the Union strike and pension funds and improperly using his influence to funnel business to his friends. The man's corruption knew no bounds.
With a sigh, Gandhi returned to the odious motor car and driver assigned to him. The vehicle sat forlornly a hundred yards from the stadium behind a pile of timber and steel. Honestly, Gandhi would be happy to take the train about but this was insisted upon. Apparently, it would not do to see a high-ranking Union figure taking the train.. Still, he was not required to sit in front of the 1905 Packard Touring Sedan. Instead, he would sit in the front seat, allowing the second Union man assigned to escort him around to sit in the back.
Jughashvili is going to have to face charges, Gandhi thought.
There was no way around this. A shame, as a trial will reflect poorly upon the Teamsters. But, in the end, the Union will grow stronger from the.....
At that point, the second Union escort sitting in the back of the car wrapped a wire around the Indian's throat as the driver sat staring blankly forward, trying to ignore the small man's kicks. Soon enough, the kicks stopped and Gandhi's body was dragged to the back seat. The 2nd Union man took Gandhi's place in the front seat. With a nod, the driver hit the gas pedal and proceeded through the growing town's streets for five minutes before reaching the Local's Headquarters.
Iosif Jughashvili was waiting in the alley behind. He took a quick look in the back of the car and nodded.
"Good," the Georgian said in his thick accent. "Return him to the Meadowlands and have him buried in the concrete under home plate. The ass had worked hard to get that stadium built with Union labor. Let's make sure he always has a good view of the action."
With that, Jughashvili patted the door and turned his back on his men, fully confident they knew better than to disobey. He reentered the shadows of the Local's back door. A man was already in Gandhi's hotel cleaning out the man's luggage. A story had already been planted that Gandhi intended to return to Chicago that night by rail. Naturally, the fellow wouldn't make it. Probably mugged and murdered in some Chicago side-street. Or maybe he had just decided to return to the subcontinent.
Jughashvili didn't care much either way which story was told.
Believed to be the 1905 Packard Model N Touring Sedan in which Gandhi was last seen alive.