Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread II

Except for those who were bombed out, or lost mothers or fathers or siblings, or orphaned.

Yeah, great fun.
Yes, the war was great fun for them, and if they were very young then their fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, neighbors, and any other people who were close to them who may have died are now just faded memories.
Twenty, Thirty yeas from now ITTL we are going to see movies and television shows that show the war as this great time that grownups for some reason or other took too seriously, Mommy crying at the door because Daddy is never coming back, well in a couple of years there is a new Daddy and Mommy is happy again.
Just ask crown Prince Frederic about his memories about the war and I'll bet that he will tell you that it was a great adventure for him.
 
Wonder if the 17 months include terminal leave. Seems to me she doesn't have taken much time off over the years. I am presuming maternity leave dosent count against it.
 
Part 78, Chapter 1180
Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Eighty


24th May 1956

Berlin

It was rare to have Zella and Aurora there on a Thursday night, but this was something that they had been talking about for weeks. The normally stodgy Swiss Eurovision network that was good for watching rebroadcasts of programs from other countries and International Sport was doing an amateur singing contest that Zella was interested in. Aurora and Kiki were along for the ride, like it or not.

It was better to be watching television than what Zella had wanted to talk about. Since Kiki had started shadowing Doctor Berg, she had gotten the advanced lesson plan in women’s reproductive health, which had included a great deal of the sorts of things that can go wrong. Naturally, that was all Zella wanted to discuss. All the various infections, the business of having babies, not to mention sex itself. Kiki had realized that it was all awkward, absurd and gross. While it might not have been the goal of Doctor Berg to make the idea of celibacy look good, she had certainly been successful. Kiki’s mother said that there were tradeoffs. It struck Kiki that there must be some sort of appeal, but she didn’t know what those were yet.

Naturally, Zella wanted to know every detail that Kiki could recall. The irony was that when Kiki had told Zella about the heart surgery that Kiki wanted to observe, Zella said that it sounded barbaric. It wasn’t barbaric from Kiki’s perspective, whatever the Finn on television was currently belting out certainly was.

“That Italian Opera singer who was on a few minutes ago was better” Aurora stated, Kiki thought that was certainly true.

“Only because you fancy him” Zella said only to watch Aurora blush deeply. Zella found doing that amusing, the truth was that Zella had confided in Kiki that she didn’t really fancy anyone, or at least not anyone they saw on television. Zella blamed it on what her mother had been telling her for her whole life. Unless someone she met who could be her partner on an intellectual level as an equal and win her trust first the way that Zella’s father had, then no deal. Zella’s father only answering to Minister of War and Emperor himself tended to frighten off all but the most insane or stupid. Zella didn’t appreciate her relative freedom though; Kiki’s father was the Emperor. No boy in Europe would give her the time of day unless he was not only insane but suicidal to the extent that he didn’t care if he saw another sunrise.

Mercifully the Finn left the stage and he was replaced by an Irish woman who started singing a mournful song full of tragedy and despair. Kiki couldn’t understand a word of that language but the feel of it came across, she had to wonder if anyone on that island had ever known a day of happiness. Kiki had met some of the Irish expats who lived in Berlin, they seemed like a jovial bunch until one actually listened to what they were saying. Being miserable with a smile and celebrating the land that had made them economic refugees. It was something that Kiki had difficulty wrapping her head around.

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The shop floor briefly fell quiet as the shift change progressed. Klaus watched from his office as the workers filed in and out. Böhler & Strobel was doing well, at the rate things were going Klaus was going to have to start thinking about moving to a larger space to hold the shop. Unfortunately, Marcella had suggested that perhaps it was time for them to sell B & S not to one of their competitors, but to one of the bigger aircraft companies that were their primary customers. Get out while they were riding high, was what Marcella had to say on the matter. Heaven knew that the offers that they had received lately had been eye watering and Marcy had felt that he had earned the right to enjoy his life.

Selling the company that he had built would mean retirement though. For Klaus that would not be a great outcome, had no idea what he would do with himself. Without having the machine shop to go to every day, he would swiftly become one of the fossils who sat at the bar in Gert’s every afternoon until their livers gave out. Marcy was also after him about his health. Since he had thrown his back out the first time, he’d had Doctors telling him to take it easy and to eat better. The last time he had been to the Doctor’s Office, the Doctor had said that his blood pressure was alarmingly elevated and had given him a lengthy list of things he was advised to stop doing. Alcohol and cigarettes were at the top of the list followed by rich food. It certainly seemed like all the things that he enjoyed doing were on the forbidden list.

Marcy backed up by their niece Katy had been giving Klaus grief over that list. Fortunately for him, Katy had a new baby to keep her occupied, not that Marcy needed the back up. She was constantly badgering him to take all of this seriously and he tried to, but it was not easy for reasons that were too obvious to state. Reaching into his desk Klaus pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the bottom drawer of his desk, the same brand he had preferred since he’d been in the KM a lifetime earlier. Marcella might not allow him to smoke when he was home, but she had yet to find his hiding spot in the office. Klaus knew that it was only a matter of time though.

Putting a cigarette between his lips and striking a match, Klaus noticed that his fingers felt stiff and numb this evening. Getting old, he thought to himself as he inhaled. Turning back to the window that gave him a good view of the shop where the transition between shifts was nearly complete. He would need to be getting home soon of Marcy would send a search party.
 
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We are coming up on the 15th Anniversary of the Attack on the Imperial Family at the Hohenzollern Palace, how is that going to be remembered?
I can see articles in newspapers and magazines with documentary programs on television.
By now both the extreme Left and extreme Right are coming up with conspiracy theories that the attack was really a "False Flag Operation" by the Imperial Family and Chancellor Lang to get Germany in a war with the Soviet Union, of course anybody posting that theory on alternatealternatehistory.com is going get banned very quickly by the moderators.
With the success of The Liar directed by Fritz Lang and screenplay by Bertolt Brecht, the film studio will want a follow up movie from the perspective of the "Red Nanny".
 
Part 78, Chapter 1181
Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Eight-One


27th May 1956

Berlin

The death of Kat’s actual father had not hit her this hard, but then there was a lot of hate and anger in that relationship that had never been resolved. Klaus Böhler and Marcella Strobel had been Kat’s real parents while Otto Mischner had been almost entirely absent. Kira watched as she ignored everything that was going on in the Court, staring numbly off into space. Things had to be difficult for her at home if coming here was an escape. Her Uncle Klaus had suffered what was believed to have been a stroke at work and had passed away before anyone had noticed. Kat had mentioned that considerable effort had gone into trying to convince her Uncle that he needed to take better care of herself. Kat had to have gotten her stubbornness from somewhere. Kat’s husband Douglas had called and warned Kira through an intermediary that presently neither Kat or her Aunt were in a state to agree to anything. Klaus Bohler’s body wasn’t even cold when Junkers had sent Marcella a revised offer for the family business that was sharply lower than the previous offer from only a few days earlier. Marcella Strobel would have normally laughed in their face and called their competition. According to Kat, she had refused to even answer the phone.

If Kira recalled correctly Douglas Blackwood was a Photographer of some renown and the son of what was the equivalent of a Ritter. It would probably be a good idea for her to show in interest in his work. The way that Kat was talking regarding her planned resignation from the Heer it sounded like she was going to be leaving public life entirely, for Kira that wasn’t acceptable. While Kat was hardly indispensable, replacing her would be difficult. If she could convince Kat, Asia and Kristine to train a new class that would help the situation.

Kira was also afraid to mention to Kat that the anniversary of the attack here in the Palace was rolling around again. Many in the public saw that incident as the first skirmish of the Soviet War, the film that was set to come out on 8th of July this year attempted to depict what had happened. This time the Producer was Gerta von Wolvogle and she had found a Director willing to ignore Kat’s threats. Gerta had even managed convince Kat’s covey of wayward girls not to wage their usual campaign of sabotage against the film production if anyone dared to step on the toes of their mentor. The girls felt that Kat’s story deserved to be told. Kira remembered what Kat had looked like as she had walked down that hallway. Face pale and her eyes completely outraged, clothes splattered with blood as she ignored her own injuries. In those minutes Kat was a force of nature. It would be difficult to capture that on film.

Gerta had somehow gotten Romy Schneider to play the lead role and in Kira’s opinion she was miscast. Romy was too conventionally beautiful to play Kat, who was anything but conventional. It was Kira’s hope that Gerta had a rare moment of good sense and had warned the young actress that if she valued her well-being, she had best avoid Kat. In her present mood Kat would use Romy as a combination punching bag and chew toy.


Fort Drum, New York

“I remember this time in Mexico, somewhere south of Monterrey” Jonny said, “This Platoon came in just after sunrise, Kraut Jägers, and they said that nothing had happened. An uneventful night they said. Later we figured out that a Hell of a lot more than nothing had happened. Those crazy sons of bitches had been out hunting.”

Parker had heard Jonny’s stories dozens of times. Mostly he went of to local bars outside the gate where he used those stories to cage a glass or two of free beer. It wasn’t quite as effective here at Fort Drum because he would start to tell a story and he would get the “No shit, I was there treatment.” Today, he was telling a story that Parker had never heard before.

“It was mid-morning before we spotted the vultures and crows” Jonny continued, “There in the road were dozens of bodies, Mexican Soldiers, regulars as opposed to the Northern gunmen, little more than mob enforcers that we had been dealing with mostly until that point. Most of them had been shot through the head.”

At this point Jonny had the crowd enraptured. Was he describing a war crime? Or had something else happened? Jonny paused so that someone could get him another beer.

A few minutes later Jonny resumed the story.

“Another mile or so down the road we find more bodies in the road, a lot more bodies in the road, except these ones had not only been shot. They had been blown up and machinegunned as well.” Jonny said, “These Jägers, being the twisted fearless assholes that they are, had ambushed a column. Later we figured that it must have been two or three companies.”

Parker hear a few voices around the room mutter the words “Bullshit” when they heard that. A single Platoon ambushing a much larger force, perhaps if they were suicidal.

“They set up the first ambush hours in advance” Jonny said, “Then when the Mexicans charged after them, they ambushed them again. Picking several of them off before retreating to friendly territory as one last screw you.”

It was something that they had been working on for weeks. Studying small unit, hit and fade tactics. It had never occurred to Parker that Jonny had seen those tactics in action.
 
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Klaus is probably the most underrated character in this timeline, it is only because of his quiet stability that Kat was able to be in a healthy relationship with Doug and from my interpretation it was Klaus who taught Hans to be a husband and father.
My favorite scene of Klaus was when Hans was home on leave and they went to Gert's Bar and Hans saw a football match on this new invention called television.
 
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Short Biographies One



Emil Holz


Born 28th February 1900

Born to the family of a Tradesman (Book Binder) in Jena who frequently took on commissions from the nearby University. Emil grew up in a household that that had a stable though somewhat boring existence. At the age of fifteen, thinking that the First World War would end before he was old enough to be involved Emil ran away from home and joined the Heer. After being sent to the Western Front as a replacement, he found himself fighting cold and lice in the staging area for the Battle of Verdun over the winter of 1915-16. On his sixteenth birthday, Emil was wounded by the French rearguard while clearing a trench. The following July he would be present during the incident where he and Augustus Lang (See Augustus Lang, Chancellor of Germany and Chairman of the League of Nations) were clearing wire and accidentally alerted the French sentries to their presence. For saving the life of his comrade and in recognition of his bravery on prior occasions Emil Holz was made an Acting Lieutenant. The next day he led a Platoon in the assault of Fort Souville that led to the Fort being neutralized. Decorated for bravery and gallant conduct, he would be assigned to the Staff of the 2nd Army and would not return to the field until late 1917.

Following the war Emil Holz left the Heer and attended University in Jena where he is noted to have participated in the student uprising that became the Spring Revolution. It is believed that that it was Holz who approached the Hohenzollern Palace and opened dialog with Emperor Wilhelm the Second. This played a substantial role in the bloodless conclusion of the Revolution. A chance encounter with Manfred von Richthofen resulted in Holz being one of the first Company Commanders of the newly formed 1st Fallschirmjäger Regiment going on to fight the Russians in the brief Russo-Polish War.

Emil Holz would serve with distinction in Spain, earning induction into the Order of the Pour le Mérite for his leadership during the Battle of the Arganda Bridge. When the Second World War begin, he was serving as an advisor to the Australian Government in an effort to modernize the Australian Army. Returning to Germany, he assumed command of the 2nd Fallschirmjäger Division under the command of General Wolfram von Richthofen. He was then involved with the airborne assault on Western Belarus, this would mark the first Soviet territory captured during the war. Taking over command from Wolfram von Richthofen, Emil was involved with holding Western Belarus until in the Spring-Summer of 1944 he would lead the airborne operation that would trap the bulk of the Russian Army south of Moscow and setting the stage for the capture of the city.

Reassigned to the Far East, Emil Holz was tasked with overseeing Luftwaffe operations in Vladivostok. Being on leave, Emil missed the attack that resulted in Günther von Kluge being stricken with the Plague. Upon returning to the Far East, Holz oversaw Operation Quartum and what became the Night of Whispers.

Returning to Germany, Emil Holz assumed the role of Deputy Chief of the Luftwaffe High Command until the retirement of Manfred von Richthofen when he took over overall command of the Luftwaffe. Later he would move on to the role of Commander in Chief of the Military High Command.


Walter Horst

Born 14th August 1894

Originally from Alsace- Lorraine, he had a German father and French mother. He would move with his family to Berlin in 1904. His formal education would end in 1907 with the death of his father and at the age of 13 he worked a series of odd jobs until 1911 when he joined the Heer. He would work in logistics in Posen until 1915 when he volunteered to fight in Verdun.

Following, the Battle of Verdun Horst would remain with the 140th Regiment as they fought in the Battle of the East Road, also known as Second Marne. It was here that he witnessed the changing nature of warfare as a senior Noncom under the command of Oberst Manfred Wolvogle. On the 19th of August 1917 Horst participated in the Battle of Ussy believed by many to have been the catalyst for the talks that led to the cease fire in December of that year.

After the war, Walter Horst remained with the 140th Regiment as the 4th Division was restructured to incorporate to lessons of the conflict. When the Spring Revolution occurred, he was sent with the Division to quell the student uprising. Now Generallieutenant von Wolvogle resorted to a creative interpterion of his orders that resulted in the Walter Holst taking an equally creative effort to end the Revolution peacefully.

In the years that followed, Walter Horst would marry Nina Sjostedt, attempted unsuccessfully to reconcile with his estranged family and was heavily involved with development of the Schützenpanzer. Just ahead of the Spanish War, he unexpectedly found himself promoted to Lieutenant.

When the Second World War started, Walter Horst had advanced to the role of Executive Officer of the 140th Regiment. He would assume command of the Regiment when the regular commander vanished during the retreat from Ukraine. Eventually, promoted yet again, he was made the Executive Officer of the 4th Panzer Division until he was assigned to command the 6th Panzer Division, leading the charge into Moscow.

After the Soviet War, Horst was sent to the Far East at the request of Emil Holz, where he commanded ground forces against the Japanese Imperial Army in the closing days of the conflict.

Returning to Wunsdorf-Zossen, Horst was named Special Inspector of the Panzer Corps and he entered semi-retirement. He would go on to command the Planning and Operations section of the OKH.


Johannes (Hans) Mischner

Born 7th June 1919

Growing up in the Pankow-Heinersdorf neighborhood of Berlin, Hans’ earliest memories are of his father bleeding after getting into a fight with police and crying over the loss of his mother in the basement of his Aunt’s house. Living with his Aunt and Uncle, he would develop a lifelong love of the Hertha Football Club, unfortunately he lacked talent in game that he loved and was a poor student. As soon as he old enough Hans would join the Heer encouraged by family and educators alike, the alternative being going to work for the German Imperial Railroad like his father before him. (See article titled German Organized Crime in the Mid Twentieth Century for further reading) After time spent in the Training Depot in Stettin, Hans was sent to an Infantry Company on the Austro-German Frontier where he was involved in a shootout with members of an Albanian crime syndicate in the Ingolstadt Railyard. That incident brought him and the rest of his Squad to the attention of Walter Horst which resulted in Hans enduring the rigorous training required to enter the elite Panzer Corps Dragoon Regiments.

After serving in Spain and being decorated for bravery, Hans returned to garrison in Wunsdorf-Zossen and was in one of the first units to arrive on the scene of Reichstag following the building’s destruction. Later, he would be deployed to Silesia during the Spring-Summer Crisis that followed the Reichstag Bombing.

Starting the Second World War on the Ukrainian-Polish Frontier, Hans was present for the rapid advance into Ukraine. He was also present for the rapid retreat once the advance met with heavy resistance and was in danger of getting cut off. Later, he would be involved in the Battle of Breslau during the retreat through Silesia. He would spend the following months retaking lost territory in Silesia and Poland before ending up on the Ukrainian-Polish border not far from where he had been at the start of the war. He was then involved in the famine relief effort as the scope of what was happening in Ukraine became known and was a part of the general advance into Ukraine that Summer. The following winter he was in the Battle of Stalingrad in the forces that were dug in outside the city in the preparations for the anticipated Soviet counter-offensive. Already an Acting Platoon commander Hans excepted a Field Commission from Walter Horst following the battle. It was then that he volunteered to take part in the strange train-borne assault. In the following weeks his would be among the units that would complete the great circle that Army Group South did to consolidate gains during the winter offensive. In the weeks that follower he would go home to Berlin on leave, on the return journey he would be on the same railcar as Helene von Richthofen.

Eventually becoming a Company Commander, Hans was in the vanguard of the 2nd Army Corps as they advanced on Moscow, coming in second to the 3rd Army in the final hours of the conflict. He would be with the 4th Division when they were tasked with securing sections of the Trans-Siberian Railroad.

Following the Soviet War his plans were put on hold by his getting sent to the Russian Far East where he was involved with the invasion of the Korean Peninsula. Upon returning to Wunsdorf he was promoted and assigned to be the Training and Education Officer of the 140th Regiment. A position he held until after his deployment to South Africa when he became the Intelligence Officer. Promoted again, he became the Regimental Executive Officer, a role that he would play in Mexico. He would command the 140th until he was promoted of Generalmajor and took over the 8th Panzer Dragoon Brigade.
 
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Part 78, Chapter 1182
Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Eighty-Two


28th May 1956

Berlin

The article that ran on the front page below the fold of the Berliner Tageblatt said it perfectly. A Small but Extremely Important Life. Nicholas “Klaus” Böhler, business owner and Naval Veteran of the First World War had died suddenly at the age of sixty-three. He is survived by his wife, three children and five grandchildren. Maria had seen to it that Uncle Klaus wasn’t overshadowed by the accomplishments of his adopted children.

Kat had insisted that Marcella stay in the guestroom of her house while she tried to put things in order. Presently she was at the house where Aunt Marcella and Uncle Klaus had lived for most of the last four decades. Hans and Kat had grown up here and it had been a sanctuary for Gia after she had lost everything. She had arranged with Doug to have him get called away for work and getting Marcella to mind the twins while Noella took care of the baby. Getting Petia and a half dozen of the Russian Sisters to help her Kat was left with sorting thought the Uncle Klaus’ life, something that Marcella would never be able to deal with on her own. That included a large number of photographs.

“You were an adorable little girl Katya” Petia said as she looked through the photographs. She held up one of Hans with Kat sitting on a park bench. Hans looked to be seven or eight and Kat four or five. “The two of you look very smart in this one.”

“Marcella decided that we were growing into heathen savages” Kat replied, “So she had Uncle Klaus take us to a Classical music appreciation event. Cultural experience and formal dress.”

“It clearly didn’t take” Petia said, “Considering what you and your brother became.”

“I tried to listen to the music. It was Mozart, I remember that much” Kat said, “That wool dress I was wearing in the photograph, it was very pretty blue, but it itched a lot and I got bored.”

“I take it that things didn’t go well that night?” Petia asked.

“That is a bit of an understatement” Kat replied.

“What happened?”

Kat paused for a few seconds. “Let’s just say that I was happy to leave, and Uncle Klaus was happy that I didn’t do too much damage to the tuba… Or the tuba player.”

“My God” Petia muttered, “I frequently wonder how your Aunt and Uncle managed to keep from going insane with you under their roof.”

Kat just shrugged. She remembered all the times that she had been caught doing something particularly appalling or dangerous and she would have Aunt Marcella lecturing Kat about how she needed to stop acting out because the consequences were eventually going to be serious. Uncle Klaus had left that to Marcella because he was usually at a loss in how to deal with his niece like almost all the other adults at the time. Klaus had usually been in the background most of the time when Kat had been a teenager with Marcella taking lead because of how difficult Kat could be. He had however taught Kat ballroom dancing and had been the one to walk her down the aisle at her wedding. Then there had been the quiet words of encouragement and advice that Klaus had always given her. It wasn’t until the day before when Kat had been having Kira talking at her that she had realized how important that had been.

“Look at this” Petia said in a delighted tone of voice, it was a school photograph of Kat when she was six. “You can see with this one that Tatiana really does favor you at that age.”

That was a particularly disturbing and rather unwelcome thought.


Montreal, Canada

“Quite a feat getting us even this” Constant Belmont said, “The Jerry weren’t stupid though, they yanked the gun stabilization and optics out before they shipped it. It’s still better than what we had before.”

Loads better, Sir Malcolm thought to himself.

The Canadian Army had been using a hodgepodge of mostly wartime British designs. The trouble was that the British had been stingy with the Centurion that had been built from their experience during the war. Today, Sir Malcolm and Belmont, the representative from the Montreal Locomotive Works were looking at a slightly used Panzer VII “Lynx” that had belonged to the German Heer until a few weeks before. In a few minutes, they would be showing it to a group of Generals and Government Officials.

“It doesn’t matter that they have pulled out that equipment” Malcolm replied, “Zuse and Zeiss, who made that equipment in the first place are interested in working with local industries, so suitable replacements will be made eventually.”

“How on Earth did you manage to convince them to do that?” Belmont asked.

“Trade secrets” Malcolm replied. He wasn’t about to tell someone like Belmont that he had used his connection with his Daughter-in-Law to make the introductions. These were corporations that were always looking for new markets. Helping Canada today would provide them with customers tomorrow. Malcolm also suspected that it would be an ideal entry into North America by his dear old friends from the BND.

“They didn’t bother to mess with the engine or the suspension though” Belmont said, “Supercharged Vee-Twelve diesel, twenty-four pistons. Well and good until something goes wrong and don’t get me started on those torsion bars.”

“I’m quite sure you’ll manage” Malcolm replied, “I saw that as complex as that engine is the crews were still able to work on them in the field. You’ve more resources then they do at your disposal.”

What Malcolm left unsaid was that Junkers had sold the license to that engine along with plans and tooling to the Canadian Government along with dozens of other licenses. It didn’t matter if Belmont and his team got it to work or not, it had already been paid for. That meant that those Belmont represented had the choice of making this work or else they would be discovering the joys of unemployment.
 
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This is the point where a Canadian engineering company, say Avro or de Havilland, take the plans for the Junkers V-12 diesel, remove the super-charger, drop some of the bells and whistles and fit an improved intercooler to improve durability. At that point, if you adjust the gearing for better torque lower down and better road speed on the higher gears you shouldn't miss the supercharger quite as much. Especially as you won't have to fill the fuel tank so often.

Ladies & Gentlemen - I give you the CanArm Grizzly. x'D

Interestingly, Frank Perkins is about to sell his controlling interest in the Engineering firm to Massey Ferguson in OTL, maybe the Canadians or Germans may give his diesel engine designs another look... ;)
 
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This is the point where a Canadian engineering company, say Avro or de Havilland, take the plans for the Junkers V-12 diesel, remove the super-charger, drop some of the bells and whistles and fit an improved intercooler to improve durability. At that point, if you adjust the gearing for better torque lower down and better road speed on the higher gears you shouldn't miss the supercharger quite as much. Especially as you won't have to fill the fuel tank so often.

Ladies & Gentlemen - I give you the CanArm Grizzly. x'D

Interestingly, Frank Perkins is about to sell his controlling interest in the Engineering firm to Massey Ferguson in OTL, maybe the Canadians or Germans may give his diesel engine designs another look... ;)

Longer range is a huge advantage to Canada, given the distance between gas stations. However, I recommend calling it the Moose. That way, depots of them would be Moose stashes.
 
This is the point where a Canadian engineering company, say Avro or de Havilland, take the plans for the Junkers V-12 diesel, remove the super-charger, drop some of the bells and whistles and fit an improved intercooler to improve durability. At that point, if you adjust the gearing for better torque lower down and better road speed on the higher gears you shouldn't miss the supercharger quite as much. Especially as you won't have to fill the fuel tank so often.

Ladies & Gentlemen - I give you the CanArm Grizzly. x'D

Interestingly, Frank Perkins is about to sell his controlling interest in the Engineering firm to Massey Ferguson in OTL, maybe the Canadians or Germans may give his diesel engine designs another look... ;)

Yes, and those nice chaps of the technical branch of the German military intelligence branch will be quite happy for those suggestions and apply them to their next generation vehicles. And then start to add a lot of new bells and whistles on it to "increase the scope of capabilities",* cough, it could not have been this easy, could it not, could it? There is no way this should work. These Canadians know nothing about proper engineering. Great maple syrup though, cough.*.:oops:
 
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