10.5cm Light "Mountain" Howitzer as described. Designed to be broken down into several pieces to be transported more easily.
For the reasons you stated and having died of cancer in 1972, Walter Freeman was no longer available. James Watts, his longtime business partner and chief enabler is.Asia is still on her revenge tour.
Unless Dr Watt is a new name and identity, he isn’t the one who was going to preform a frontal lobotomy on Asia at Danvers State Hospital.
The ones that were going to preform the operation, one was given his own 9mm lobotomy, and the other doctor along with Nurse Pratt, was taken back to Russia by Gia and Spenznet rescue team.
Updated...For the reasons you stated and having died of cancer in 1972, Walter Freeman was no longer available. James Watts, his longtime business partner and chief enableris.was.
I think that using Tatiana as bait is as close as Asia's going to go in regards to getting revenge on Kat, mainly because she knows that Kat would have scorched Massachusetts to bedrock if Kira had allowed her to do so, and because she knows what Kat is truly capable of. Asia would also have taken great delight in Kristina punching Kira during THAT conversation.What is worse, Asia used Kat's daughter, Tatiana as bait to help set some of these things in motion and I have no doubt that Asia mainly blames the late Empress Kira for preventing any solution that would have gotten Asia out of this problem quickly, and since Kira is dead and cannot be punished for what she did and more importantly failed to do, Asia is going to seek her revenge on Kira's closest advisor.
Nurse Pratt is still in Russia...I think that using Tatiana as bait is as close as Asia's going to go in regard to getting revenge on Kat, mainly because she knows that Kat would have scorched Massachusetts to bedrock if Kira had allowed her to do so, and because she knows what Kat is truly capable of. Asia would also have taken great delight in Kristina punching Kira during THAT conversation.
Additionally, bringing down Kissinger's government was a triple play on her part: Kissinger had allowed anti-lgbtqai+ bigots into prominent positions of power and Asia is Bi, his government was putting the empire at risk, and it was the closest she could get to punishing the politicians for not turning up the heat on the US for violating in every sense of the word of a diplomatic courier travelling openly on a diplomatic passport.
With intel provided by the widow of the God of SIGINT, no less.Erich is doomed, DOOMED, I tell you!! A Power far stronger than he can possibly imagine are afoot, and his fate is but Her plaything. Luckily for him, She provides some protection from Tilo... as Tilo just discovered. We haven't seen someone this doomed since Kat's little brother Stephen got himself hooked and landed before he realised it by the Mad Dog's beloved daughter Nihoni.
Hans is still doing that? How often does he and Doug cover the same game? Since those two have been friends for over thirty years now, I'm sure Doug has had a separate portfolio just covering the ITTL Bundesliga by now.The whole time all this was going on, Manny’s father had been largely invisible in the press coverage. Being a sports commentator and talking Football was a dream job that he was not about to give up.
Even if he doesn't get an medal for this, the post-action report will highlight his actions. This will tick of another box for the higher command in the evaluation of this junior offices.Seems like Erich’s wound was messy but not too severe. On the upside, he’s now got a Wound Badge 3rd class (in Black) for his trouble. He might also possibly win an EK II for his “coolness under fire while wounded” if ‘politics’ doesn’t get in the way.
Maybe soon we can have Erich amending relations with his father due to his injuries and some medal.Chapter Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirty-Four
22nd November 1978
Semangka Bay, Lampung, Sumatra
Just a few hours earlier Erich had seen Krakatoa in the distance as the ships of the flotilla had passed by. In the starlight, the cinder cone poking only a couple hundred meters above the water had not been too impressive. He remembered reading about the massive eruption that had almost completely destroyed the island almost a century earlier. It was hard to imagine that from what he had seen. The volcano that had done that was there though, ticking away, ready to explode with equal violence at any time. The events of the following hours made plain to Erich that he should have paid a bit more attention to his own thoughts in the lead up to the start of this latest operation. Had no one in the Regiment’s Command Staff thought to look at a map while they were planning the whole thing?
It had started simply enough. They had landed on the beach at Semangka Bay and had found the location of the suspected pirate hideout had been hastily abandoned with its former occupants having poured gasoline over everything they couldn’t take with them hours before. It meant that they had lost the element of surprise long before the landing craft had left the well dock. It was something that had happened several times over the prior weeks and like before, what they had burnt wasn’t just cheap consumer products. They found corpses amongst the ashes. The frustration over that was why Erich had been forced to follow along as his men had gone charging after the contacts that had been made on the western edge of the encampment.
That was where it all went wrong.
Erich had seen how the road heading to the north and west was just a muddy track running between palm oil plantations. As soon as he saw it, he knew what he would have done if the situation had been reversed, lead the opposing force into an ambush. Almost as soon as he had that thought, that was exactly what happened. Mortars and machine guns opened up catching them flatfooted. Erich had watched as a half-dozen of his men had become casualties before he had a chance to react. They swiftly retreated dragging the casualties after them.
Falling back to the encampment, Erich had tried to restore order as he saw that the fire was increasing from the tree lines around them. That was when he felt something lace across his left calf and felt a sharp pain. Looking down he saw that his left leg looked like it was still attached, so he resumed yelling at the men as the gunners in his Platoon started firing at the tree line ignoring whatever had just happened. Bursts of 8mm and 6.5mm bullets flying in had a way of being a distraction. So, Erich had time to get on the tactical network and heard the expanding chaos as much of the rest of the Battalion had come under attack. Hauptmann Dunkel was furious when he managed to contact him the Company’s Headquarters Section with the 3rd Platoon had been hit at the same time that his had been. As near as Erich could tell Dunkel was only a few hundred meters away, but it was hard to tell.
To Erich’s surprise, the area they had just vacated was engulfed in fire. He heard the sound of a low flying aircraft’s turboprop engine before he noticed the garlic/petrochemical smell of incendiary bombs. Despite this being during the monsoon season, the palm trees in the plantations were burning like torches.
The airplane circled back around and was firing it’s guns at something to the west of them as it was joined an additional three planes. The small turboprop was one of the new design that Erich had heard about. It was the result of the experiences in Argentina where dedicated close air support had been deemed necessary. It was said that it was the final project of Kurt Tank before he had retired to his country estate in Posen. Being relatively close Jakarta meant that they had some air support, which was always welcome. What wasn’t welcome was the sound of artillery from the top of the ridges that overlooked Semangka Bay. The rest was heard over the radio as the Ozelot led the ships out of the narrow bay after requesting that the aircraft cover that retreat.
This wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened. The last time there had been grumbling about the Captain of the Ozelot was bad combination of craven and connected. His job was to provide fire support for the Marine Infantry after they went ashore, but he seemed to be more worried about the ships under his command taking damage than doing that job. The last time Erich had not accomplished anything by yelling at them over the radio. Today was no different. Instead, he got on the strategic network using the backpack radio the Platoon's Radio Operator carried trying to get a handle on what was happening.
“You’re bleeding heavily Sir” The Platoon’s Medic said. Erich had forgotten about that with everything else going on. He now noticed that blood had soaked the leg of his trousers and was filling the lightweight tropical boots he was wearing. “That needs attention.”
Erich knew that the Medic was just doing his job, but it was one more thing he didn’t need in what was quickly becoming a bad day. It was all he could do not to cuss the man out as he told the Medic to deal with it.