I have maintained for a solid decade now that the World Cup would be much better if every goalkeeper got a bow and three arrows.
Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread II
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I have maintained for a solid decade now that the World Cup would be much better if every goalkeeper got a bow and three arrows.
For those of you who haven't figured out the identity of British mystery plane yet. Why? Because it is simply too awesome not to include in TTL.
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Bah, give me the Avro Arrow or give me death! /s
Honestly, it is a beaut of an aircraft.
THe obvious answer is to work on trains like his old man(sarcasm)
Horst's opinion still has a lot of weight regardless it seems.
Now I want to see Helene having it out with Horst.
That is not a bad idea, he has management experience and training in logistics, he knows the importance of keeping close to the schedules as possible.
He could be a part of the team that balances the civilian needs with the requirements that the military has.
It would just be ironic that when we were first introduced to Hans that the reason for him to join the Heer was because he did not want to work for the Railroad for the rest of his life, now having him work for the Railroad as an executive would bring his part of the timeline to full circle.
Part 77, Chapter 1152
Chapter One Thousand One Fifty-Two
20th October 1955
“Our best people cleaned it up as much as they could Sir” Jacob’s aide said, “But there are limits.”
The photograph had been taken by Oberbootsmann Joseph “Risky” Volk, who happened to be the Systems Operator/Observer on the plane flown by Albrecht von Richthofen and it had quite the story behind it. Jacob had heard that story while he had been taking Albrecht to task for nearly getting himself killed over the North Sea while he was supposed to be representing the interests of the Fleet in Peenemünde.
“Very well” Jacob said as he looked at the photograph. It wasn’t great, the reflection and distortion from the canopy of the Ju331F, not to mention the angle was off. It was correct in that it wasn’t a whole lot to go on, but it was enough to give the Brits a black eye when it got released to the Press.
The Bootsmann had been upside-down and being pressed into his seat by several gravities as the airplane was basically falling out of the sky in a spin. It was a miracle that he had gotten that photograph at all. The Luftwaffe had doubts about the suitability of a Naval Aviator in their precious operation, yet here was one pushing an airframe to it’s limits while his subordinate performed the tasks as ordered. If it were not for the stupidity and coming dangerously close to insubordination involved, it would have been a triumph.
“Arrange for Kapitänleutnant von Richthofen and Oberbootsmann Volk to receive the rewards that were promised” Jacob said, “And have someone tell the Kapitänleutnant that if I hear about him being anywhere other than Peenemünde or Vietnam over the next several months he will find himself assigned to Antarctica for the duration of his career as a Matrose.”
“I’ll get right on that Sir”
There were rumors, that Jacob maintained a secret base in an isolated corner of the frozen continent where he sent people who really infuriated him. While there was a base in Antarctica, several in fact, mostly research stations, he had never needed to send anyone there as punishment. He did however like to keep his options open in the event that someone was ever stupid enough to call his bluff.
Berlin
Sitting in her office Helene was spitting mad and deeply frustrated at the same time. Hans had been talking retirement before, then he had learned that he had been promoted to Generalmajor when he had been tapped to take over the 8th Panzer Dragoon Brigade which had changed the entire conversation. That was overall command of the Infantry component of the 4th Division, nearly four thousand men. What Hans hadn’t realized was that there was a political aspect to this. It was being asked if Helene’s position had anything to do with that promotion. She didn’t expect him to put his career on hold for her, she had even been about to tell him not to retire on her account. Now, Helene was seriously considering making a Hans Mischner voodoo doll, so that she could shove pins through it, or better yet, throw it through the blades of a turbine engine.
Helene had issued a press release stating that her husband’s career had no bearing on hers. The opposition had seized on it, though everyone knew that Helene was a very junior member of the majority coalition. They wanted to know why she wasn’t giving her full-throated support to her husband’s career. Not even an hour earlier they had been asking if she had used her influence to get him that promotion. Hans had said that it was probably Walter von Horst who had gotten him the promotion. Helene had been on the verge of picking up the phone and giving Horst a piece of her mind when she remembered that Nina Sjostedt, Helene’s former mentor, was his wife. It seemed that no matter what she did, she couldn’t win.
Washington D.C.
Thank God for Hurricane Ione, Truman thought to himself.
The Deep South was spiraling when Ione had rolled up from Cape Verde. The hurricane had dumped several inches of rain on Georgia and the Carolinas before rolling up the East Coast and dissipating in the North Atlantic. It was sort of hard to hate your neighbor when you were busy trying to avoid drowning. That had enabled the problems to be tamped down, for now anyway. The trouble was that Truman could already see the next crisis brewing.
Lyndon Johnson was the clear front-runner for the Presidency in 1956. As Truman knew full well the Vice President was one of the best campaigners he’d ever seen, but he had some unfortunate tendencies. God help them if the Washington Press Corps ever caught wind of that on a slow news day. Earlier that day, Truman had received word that Adlai Stevenson, the Governor of Illinois had formed an exploratory committee in case he threw his hat into the ring. Among other things was a phrase that had been bandied about. “In your guts you know he’s nuts.” It was obvious who they were talking about.
Truman, whose entire Presidency had involved keeping the peace between the various factions of the Democratic Party had seen instantly how this had the potential to be a major seismic event. The split between the northern and southern wings of the party that had been the threat all along would be there for all the world to see. If neither Stevenson or Johnson backed down it was all too likely that what was left of the Republican Party would back Stevenson. That was basically blowing up the gameboard and hoping that there would be some semblance of order when the pieces landed.
20th October 1955
“Our best people cleaned it up as much as they could Sir” Jacob’s aide said, “But there are limits.”
The photograph had been taken by Oberbootsmann Joseph “Risky” Volk, who happened to be the Systems Operator/Observer on the plane flown by Albrecht von Richthofen and it had quite the story behind it. Jacob had heard that story while he had been taking Albrecht to task for nearly getting himself killed over the North Sea while he was supposed to be representing the interests of the Fleet in Peenemünde.
“Very well” Jacob said as he looked at the photograph. It wasn’t great, the reflection and distortion from the canopy of the Ju331F, not to mention the angle was off. It was correct in that it wasn’t a whole lot to go on, but it was enough to give the Brits a black eye when it got released to the Press.
The Bootsmann had been upside-down and being pressed into his seat by several gravities as the airplane was basically falling out of the sky in a spin. It was a miracle that he had gotten that photograph at all. The Luftwaffe had doubts about the suitability of a Naval Aviator in their precious operation, yet here was one pushing an airframe to it’s limits while his subordinate performed the tasks as ordered. If it were not for the stupidity and coming dangerously close to insubordination involved, it would have been a triumph.
“Arrange for Kapitänleutnant von Richthofen and Oberbootsmann Volk to receive the rewards that were promised” Jacob said, “And have someone tell the Kapitänleutnant that if I hear about him being anywhere other than Peenemünde or Vietnam over the next several months he will find himself assigned to Antarctica for the duration of his career as a Matrose.”
“I’ll get right on that Sir”
There were rumors, that Jacob maintained a secret base in an isolated corner of the frozen continent where he sent people who really infuriated him. While there was a base in Antarctica, several in fact, mostly research stations, he had never needed to send anyone there as punishment. He did however like to keep his options open in the event that someone was ever stupid enough to call his bluff.
Berlin
Sitting in her office Helene was spitting mad and deeply frustrated at the same time. Hans had been talking retirement before, then he had learned that he had been promoted to Generalmajor when he had been tapped to take over the 8th Panzer Dragoon Brigade which had changed the entire conversation. That was overall command of the Infantry component of the 4th Division, nearly four thousand men. What Hans hadn’t realized was that there was a political aspect to this. It was being asked if Helene’s position had anything to do with that promotion. She didn’t expect him to put his career on hold for her, she had even been about to tell him not to retire on her account. Now, Helene was seriously considering making a Hans Mischner voodoo doll, so that she could shove pins through it, or better yet, throw it through the blades of a turbine engine.
Helene had issued a press release stating that her husband’s career had no bearing on hers. The opposition had seized on it, though everyone knew that Helene was a very junior member of the majority coalition. They wanted to know why she wasn’t giving her full-throated support to her husband’s career. Not even an hour earlier they had been asking if she had used her influence to get him that promotion. Hans had said that it was probably Walter von Horst who had gotten him the promotion. Helene had been on the verge of picking up the phone and giving Horst a piece of her mind when she remembered that Nina Sjostedt, Helene’s former mentor, was his wife. It seemed that no matter what she did, she couldn’t win.
Washington D.C.
Thank God for Hurricane Ione, Truman thought to himself.
The Deep South was spiraling when Ione had rolled up from Cape Verde. The hurricane had dumped several inches of rain on Georgia and the Carolinas before rolling up the East Coast and dissipating in the North Atlantic. It was sort of hard to hate your neighbor when you were busy trying to avoid drowning. That had enabled the problems to be tamped down, for now anyway. The trouble was that Truman could already see the next crisis brewing.
Lyndon Johnson was the clear front-runner for the Presidency in 1956. As Truman knew full well the Vice President was one of the best campaigners he’d ever seen, but he had some unfortunate tendencies. God help them if the Washington Press Corps ever caught wind of that on a slow news day. Earlier that day, Truman had received word that Adlai Stevenson, the Governor of Illinois had formed an exploratory committee in case he threw his hat into the ring. Among other things was a phrase that had been bandied about. “In your guts you know he’s nuts.” It was obvious who they were talking about.
Truman, whose entire Presidency had involved keeping the peace between the various factions of the Democratic Party had seen instantly how this had the potential to be a major seismic event. The split between the northern and southern wings of the party that had been the threat all along would be there for all the world to see. If neither Stevenson or Johnson backed down it was all too likely that what was left of the Republican Party would back Stevenson. That was basically blowing up the gameboard and hoping that there would be some semblance of order when the pieces landed.
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Patton? Old Blood and Guts?
He would be 70 in 1956
Ca't think of anyone else who has the word guts around them.
In TTL that phrase is being used about LBJ. His inability to certain things to himself has become a bit of a liability.
Lets just say Johnson's Johnson ended up seeing daylight far more than it probably should have.
As Truman's Vice President, Johnson has spent the past three years building a network of state party leaders, major donors and fundraisers, and elected officials to blunt any challenges to his candidacy, but he does not have the rank and file grass roots party members on his side so a Stevenson candidacy can throw a wrench in to the works.
A wild card in the Democratic race is the position of Sen. Humphrey, he is the champion of civil rights for the Democrats in the Senate and his support is vital in order to bring the Liberal wing of the party around to any candidate for the nomination.
A wild card in the Democratic race is the position of Sen. Humphrey, he is the champion of civil rights for the Democrats in the Senate and his support is vital in order to bring the Liberal wing of the party around to any candidate for the nomination.
What!!!!!!!!!
Is it really true or are you pulling our legs dear author!FBKampfer
Banned
What!!!!!!!!!
He named it Jumbo. It's pretty well known.
It would seem that LBJ didn't really have any problems exposing those tendencies (or other things) to the press, as seen during this incident.
The more solvent Britain of TTL will probably also go on to develop the proposed supersonic version for Generation 2. With the canards.