Saipan, August 9th, 1945
"So uh, you clearly put a lot of thought into this." "Yes sir." Replied General LeMay "I think this gives us the best shot of getting through, plus it maximizes the destructive factor." General Marshall nodded, not paying him much mind as he stared at the spreadsheet, a look verging on horror plastered across his face. Marshall hadn't come all this way for just to look at this, but figured this was worth taking a look at while he was here. Morganthau had asked him to take a tour of the largest Pacific facilities to raise morale, as well as to see if anything could be improved.
"How many aircraft is this?" "Well..." Replied LeMay nonchalantly "860 bombers, at least on paper, plus another 200 Mustangs out of Iwo." "Jesus, so that's-" "8,600 tons of incediaries, plus the gadget." "You know General, you scare me sometimes. Back in my day, we spent time planning how to kill men who were trying to kill us just as hard. You spend all your time planning on how to shoot fish in a barrel." "That's war sir, no use being sad about it" "Maybe so, but you and Himmler might get along." "Noted."
Both men turned back to business "How many bombers do you expect to lose?" "That's hard to say. We took out a least a third of their modern planes this week, maybe more. Tokyo does have a lot of the Kraut AA batteries set up though, that's why we haven't tried this before. I'd say perhaps as high as 10 percent, I'd be surprised if we made it to 15." "I see, I suppose that's worth it for wiping a city off the map." "Yes sir, are you sure it'll arrive as planned?" "Yes, I've been assured the Midway will arrive on the 21st, and it will have its cargo."
"Thank you sir, where are you off too next?" "Oh god" Marshall sighed "First Okinawa, apparently a bunch of the men are getting some odd fever of some kind, so Eichelburger wants me to see what's up with that. Then I'm paying General Slim a visit, assuming India doesn't go up in flames before then." "Fever?" LeMay asked, his interest piqued "What's that about?" "Oh, probably some jungle bug that's going around, Stilwell said he's heard of the same thing in China, but he's probably looking for some excuse to get more aid."
Indeed, the truth was likely worse, but LeMay had no need for any of that information. If what the whispers were saying was true, things might be about to go South. Marshall was at least hoping Eichelburger and Turner would greenlight the Shanghai proposal, but even if he did it would be good news on a heap of bad. The attack on the Marianas, even if it was recoverable, had been a fiasco in the papers. A lot of airmen were dead, and their families couldn't be notified right away due to censorship. People were asking questions, and the subversion act meant those people often disappeared, which didn't stop the questions.
"Well General, not that you need it, but I have full confidence in your plan, I'm sure the boys will pull through." "Thank you sir, that means a lot from you, best of luck." "And to you." Marshall replied as he shook his hand and left. As he was led to his plane, he heard a conversation between two marines that for some reason, gave him a chill despite the tropical humidity "We found another bomb while we were digging up the runway." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah! Weird too, smelled like-" "Wet dog? Yeah they all did."