Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread III

Don't let Kat know about how Lothar took advantage of Izibella then abandoned her.
Of course Lothar is going to claim that it is well known "that Polish Girls are always on the make", for which I don't think that Kat or Ilse is going deem to be an acceptable excuse.

The again, given the Loyal Readers tendency to ship, Lothar and Izibella may decide to reconnect with each other and complicate the situation with Ingrid.
 
I would assume that Albrect might need to check his cousins math or more, so consulting with Ilse might decide outside auditors and attorneys that they could trust might be brought in, Sounds like a job for Kat's people on retainer who know where and how to bury the bodies, and make sure his cousin knows that they know where and how to bury the bodies.
 
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I would assume that Albrect might need to check his cousins math or more, so consulting with Ilse might decide outside auditors and attorneys that they could trust might be brought in, Sounds like a job for Kat's people on retainer who know where and how to bury the bodies, and make sure his cousin knows that they know where and how to bury the bodies.
He has the warning story of Franz Papen in recent memory - always get a second set of eyes on the books....
 
Albrecht and Ilse will mostly find out that the von Richthofen fortune is much more vast and diversified then they ever expected.
Look to Albrecht’s two younger sisters wanting much largerquarterly dispersions and other branches of the von Richthofen family having their hands out on a consistent basis.
 
IOTL Nelson Rockefeller died on January 26, 1979 in his New York City Townhouse that he used as a office while "working" with his aide, 25 year old Megan Marshack.
ITTL, with him having Secret Service protection that he didn't have in OTL, it is somewhat probable that he survives this heart attack, at least until he arrives at the hospital.
None the less in Germany at least there are going to be comparisons between him and German Kaiser Wilhelm Iii.
 
Part 152, Chapter 2769
Chapter Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty-Nine



15th April 1979

Breslau, Silesia

Ina just wished that her newborn daughter had better timing. She had been born in the early morning hours of Easter Sunday, when it seemed like every female member of the Mischner and Richthofen families had been gathering at the Richthofen Estate for the holiday. That was why Ina had discovered a bevy of well-wishers comprised of most of her extended family, all wanting to see Helene Adele. It was Christian’s idea that if they had a girl, they ought to name her for both her grandmothers. Ina had yet to find out the reaction of Christian’s parents to that because they were still on their way from Brandenberg an der Havel, but Ina’s own mother seemed rather pleased. Eventually, everyone was herded out so that Ina could rest.

There was one exception though. Aunt Marcella remained seated in the chair next to Ina’s bed in the hospital room.

“At my age it is easy for people to look right past me” Marcella said when Ina asked.

“That is terrible” Ina said. Looking at Helene who was totally unaware of how she was the center of attention as she slept in her mother’s arms.

“It has its advantages” Marcella said, “I get to talk to my grandniece and meet my great grandniece in peace.”

Ina couldn’t help but notice how frail Marcella had grown. A few months earlier she had spoken with her father and the subject had come up, he had told Ina that Marcella had a whole host of health problems that came with being an elderly woman.

“I remember the photographs Douglas took in the back garden of the old house in Pankow after you were born, Katherine” Marcella continued, “That was one of the few times that, Manfred, Helene’s father ever went there.”

Ina had seen those photographs. She had just never heard Marcella’s take on them before. It was regrettably keeping with her late grandfather’s character that he’d had no interest in spending time in what was a working-class neighborhood in those days. Ina had always found her grandfather’s snobbery to be disappointing. Curiously, it was an aspect of himself that he had always kept hidden from the public.

“I wish that he were here” Ina said, “He was ecstatic when Manny’s little boy was born.”

“Another little girl who would have him wrapped around her little finger before she even learned to talk?” Marcella asked, “Driving your mother nuts in the process with it being her actual granddaughter this time.”

“My mother’s complaints were about how Opa loved to be the indulgent grandfather in a way that he rarely was with his own children” Ina replied.

“That is the luxury of being a grandparent” Marcella said happily, “Being a parent means that you must be exactly that. Someone needs to tell the children to eat their peas and that it is time for bed. Being a parent is not a popularity contest.”

Ina looked at Helene and the responsibility of having her was suddenly a crushing reality.

“Your Aunt Kat had the same look on her face when she talked to me about finding herself unexpectedly with twins” Marcella said, “She said she was worried about being complete rubbish as a mother.”

That didn’t sound at all like something that Aunt Kat would ever say. For Ina’s entire life she had seen how her formidable aunt would obliterate anything that got in her way. There was also something else there…

“Unexpectedly?” Ina asked, a bit bewildered to hear that.

“It was harder to tell that a woman was carrying twins back then” Marcella replied, “So they were expecting Tatiana, when Malcolm followed it was a bit of a surprise.”

After what had just happened over the prior day for Ina, the thought of a surprise twin was quite terrible. They loved to depict that sort of thing on television sitcoms but like with so much else it wasn’t remotely funny or cute in real life.

“That is just how things seem to work out for Katty” Marcella said, “I love her to pieces, but wouldn’t want to be standing too close to her if something goes wrong.”

A newspaper columnist once made the mistake of saying that Aunt Kat enjoyed a “charmed existence” while criticizing her role in Berlin politics. Ina had just happened to be in the room when Kat and her mother were talking about that. She didn’t consider herself that way, more like cursed.

“You are saying that Kat and Doug were planning on having Tatiana?” Ina asked. Considering how Kat and Tatiana were seldom on speaking terms, that was a bit hard to believe.

“Those two are so similar in their personalities it is hardly a surprise that they would butt heads. Kat wanted to prevent Tatiana from making the same mistakes she that did and Tat found that stifling” Marcella said, “Malcolm is more like Douglas and Marie Alexandra… Marie reminds me a lot of my sister, Kat’s mother, your grandmother Suse. If only she had listened to my warnings about Otto…”

Marcella just shrugged. That was the most that she had ever said about Ina’s maternal grandmother. It was an old painful memory. There was also the grandfather who had revealed himself to be a real monster in the years that followed.

“Hans is looking for you Marcella” Christian said from the doorway.

Marcella smiled and squeezed Ina’s arm before getting up from the chair. “Take care of those two Chris” she said as she walked out the door. Christian just nodded. It had taken him a bit of time to get used to the family dynamics of the Mischner family. That included Aunt Marcella.
 
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Given Kat's history of depression, hopefully Peter and Co. have a plan that will help Kat when the inevitable end come for Aunt Marcella.

Kat with the lessons learned from her father Otto, and from her nemesis Johann Schultz about keeping her mouth shut and ears open, is far more in tune with the people of Berlin then any elected office holder.
There is the massive overhaul of the transportation system of Berlin that will fully integrate the various modes of transportation into a seamless way so that if a person wanted to use mass transit, they would be able to get to where they want to be in a timely manner, with frequent running times that are very convenient to the user.
If someone wants to use their car in the city. the stop lights are synchronized to allow for a smooth flow of traffic, and parking is available.

Kat with the Tempelhof and Tegal redevelopment, the Alexander Platz Farmers Market and Television Tower projects, alongside with the rapidly gentrification of Pankow underwent, Kat prevented the older residents from getting forced out against their will and got them top price for their homes, Kat is seen by the ordinary people of Berlin as their Guardian against the powerful interests that would have disregarded them and their needs.
 
Part 152, Chapter 2770
Chapter Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Seventy



1st May 1979

Los Angeles, California

The recent trip to the Doctor had confirmed a few things that Lucia had suspected for weeks, namely that they had another kid on the way. She had told Ritchie in the strongest terms that he ought to make another Doctors appointment of his own. She didn’t care what the goddammed Vatican had to say, it was either that or else she would do it herself with a pair of rusty hedge clippers. Escaping from the present openly hostile domestic situation for a few hours was certainly welcome.

Baseball at the Rec Center had not changed one bit since Ritchie had played it as a kid. The only difference was that the Yosemite Rec Center was far nicer than the one in Pacoima. The team uniforms were just white shirts with colored three-quarters sleeves and a matching ballcap. LA Dept. of Recreation and Parks, Central Division Little League, and the district number was stenciled across the front. The rest of the uniform was blue jeans and sneakers, either Converse All-Stars or the highly coveted PF Flyers. The area of the team’s district was part of Eagle Rock and the western end of Highland Park. That meant that Stevie’s team was comprised of boys who he saw in the classroom every single day.

If anyone had asked Ritchie, watching Little League baseball at this level as a parent was like watching paint dry. The kids weren’t stupid, so they knew that the odds of the Pitcher getting one over the plate were next to nil. Most of them had figured out that the best way to get onto base was to not bother swinging, take the walk and call it good. It struck Ritchie that it was a terrible lesson to be teaching the kids and had been encouraging Stevie to go chasing after it. Stevie might strike out. So what? He was playing the game how it was supposed to be played. That was the real lesson the kids were supposed to learn on the ballfield, better to go down swinging than to get a cheap, unearned win. The trouble was that the other parents saw things differently. It was a good thing that they all had heard what Ritchie did for a living, it really kept the static down.

That was when Stevie went chasing after a pitch that was low and outside. The aluminum Easton bat connected with the ball with a loud “Clank!” Stevie was off balance, so he couldn’t smash it. Still, it was a good line drive that stayed in fair territory as dropped into shallow outfield and rolled into the corner. The Left Fielder’s mind must have been wandering because he was totally unprepared for the ball to roll past him just as the Manager for the opposing team started yelling at him. As Ritchie saw the boy belatedly scrambling for the ball, Stevie rounded first and made it to second before the Third Base Coach signaled him to hold there. A stand up double with a run batted in, Stevie was all smiles as he saw how the parents in the stands and his own dugout were cheering him on.

Last autumn, Stevie had asked Ritchie and Lucia if he could sign up for Soccer. It had turned out that Lucia knew full well that would be very different from Baseball and had given both Ritchie and Stevie a firm “No.” Youth League Soccer in Los Angeles was the very definition of a Darwinian environment, especially for a Mexican kid like Stevie. He would either get good fast or else his own teammates would eat him alive. After what Ritchie had just seen, he figured that next Autumn would be a different story. By then, he figured that Lucia would have her hands full with other matters and would be happy to have Stevie out of the house.

The next kid who batted managed to strike out, ending the inning. As Stevie ran in, Ritchie could tell that he was on top of the world. If only all things could be so simple.

Ritchie had gotten a call from Nixon requesting a favor. No one in their right mind told the President that they had other things going on, not unless Ritchie wanted to spend the rest of his career counting paperclips in the hot dusty Hell-on-Earth that was Fort Irwin.

What Nixon wanted was someone he could trust going into the belly of the beast, the high security offices of the German High Command in Wunsdorf-Zossen. There were ongoing talks regarding an upcoming Joint Exercise and Nixon wanted someone in the room to get a read on things. At the center of it all that was the Commander-in-Chief of the Military High Command, Field Marshall Friedrich Ritter von Lengfeld, among the handful of German Officers who had been in the Soviet War. That was reflected in the long list of medals and Service Orders that Lengfeld had. The wound badge in Gold had caught Ritchie’s eye. That meant that the Field Marshall must have been a real tiger before he had gotten too banged up and had been posted to the General Staff. Lengfeld had also been in the Gebirgsjäger, not a man to be underestimated.

When Ritchie had gotten a chance to think about it, that would be like someone from 10th Mountain Division heading up the Joint Chiefs of Staff, which was unlikely. He had heard that being in Special Forces was considered pure poison if your aspirations included ever going back into the regular Army. Supposedly, no Colonel who had been in the Green Beret had ever been promoted to General. In the eyes of the real careerists, even Airborne and Alpine troops were suspect.
 
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So, how is that career situation going to be different from OTL and going to affect the US military?

All I have is a vague impression that OTL, special forces are considered gold plated.
 
PM, I certainly agree with your description of Little League play. As a LL umpire, I used to call an enormous strike zone to encourage players to put the ball in play and get the defense into the game. I was on occasion targeted by a beer bottle from the stands for my efforts.
 
So, how is that career situation going to be different from OTL and going to affect the US military?

All I have is a vague impression that OTL, special forces are considered gold plated.

OTL special forces don't really become prominent until Gulf War 2.

Prior to that it's basically 'weird guys who do weird shit that are probably war crimes if we think about it too hard'. Like the Spetsnaz doctrine is literally classified as 'unorthodox' or 'special' operations. Meaning, outside the norm.

However, with the simple fact that the US was utterly terrible at pacifying (and that's the polite term for colonising) Afghanistan and Iraq for 20 years, special forces become more and more prominent. Like, putting it another way. If you aren't going to be obliterating entire villages with artillery and instead trying to use surgical strikes to remove an enemy from the field, you cannot use regular infantry because standard doctrine says 'bomb them to bits with airstrikes, then tanks, then the infantry move in'. Which is a good way to make many enemies indeed.

Not that it worked very much with the actual doctrine that was implemented. But that's not really the point.

The point is that the soldiers being sidelined in offensive operations due to the indiscriminate nature of, well, a thousand guys with guns, you see special forces take up position as the offensive spear of the military.

In doing so they become massive, with an entire command structure in place for all the different special forces to be seconded under (spec ops command) so they can be coordinated more easily. I.e. SEALs, Delta, Green Berets, MARSOC, etc, all come under one unified command.

These guys are the ones raiding villages for leaders, shooting up the bad guys in daring helicopter raids, etc.

And since they're the ones actually doing something that everyone thinks 'matters' (because being on the offensive means you're winning right?) in the field, they become the focus of the media and a bajillion films, books, comics, documentaries, and games are made about them. Combine this with the fact that, well, you're fighting peasant farmers with WW1 vintage rifles... these guys tend not to die as much as their previous counterparts did.

It's super glorious, super interesting, and everyone is happy to go 'these guys are awesome'.

But here's the kicker.

In a conventional war, these guys die like flies. Look at the survival rate of Commandos (British and otherwise) during WW2. Something like 50% iirc were injured, 30% died. Not even including those who wash out during training due to injuries or other issues. It is supremely dangerous, you're going behind enemy lines as light infantry, trying to sabotage enemy forces/infrastructure for the benefit of the regular forces on the ground. If you are found, you die. You literally have a rifle, a grenade launcher, maybe some explosives against tanks, planes, helicopters, etc.

Which means that you need to operate on a completely different paradigm from regular soldiers.

So when they're looking at promotions, you need to consider exactly what these people bring. Someone who thinks in terms of surgical insertion of operatives into a hostile environment might be good for a general of special operations, but how exactly is that going to help when you're commanding an Army Corp made of cooks, engineers, drivers, soldiers, tankers, etc. With Special Forces being outside of your control entirely?

They don't have the mindset of being regular infantry, of which the vast majority of the military is. So they can't effectively command regular troops, because they aren't regular troops.

It's why special forces are treated as their own special community, because they are one. A bit of a divergence here, but the Latter Day Saints in the US are heavily recruited by the Special Forces. Why? Because they have an aversion to tattoos, huddle in their own communities (good opsec), and are very American indeed. Which means you get father/son, uncle/nephew recruitments into certain units due to how long the war on terror lasted (like CIA operations where secrecy is important). It's a very insular community.

These people don't do well as leaders of the regular army.

So when you're looking army leadership, special forces don't show up.

That being said, the line does blur.

10th Mountain (OTL is basically 'slightly' special, but really are the same as everyone else no matter how much they say they're special), the Rangers, 101st Airborne, etc, technically can be called special forces, but really aren't. They're just really good light infantry, that get seconded to special operations every now and again. The Rangers complaining vocally about this role given they play blocking forces for the SEALs, Green Berets, etc. Which is basically light infantry vs light infantry as the insurgents try to escape, which causes disproportionate casualties on their part.

In the US army especially, if you don't have a Ranger patch (went through training, didn't need to deploy), it's going to be weighed against you when applying for a combat posting... which is super necessary if you want to get the merits on your profile for further promotion.

So being in these units isn't a mark against you. Being the 'operator' units is however.

So, cutting a very long, and long winded and probably useless post short.

tl;dr, SF won't be considered for army leadership in OTL because they are trained differently, fight differently, form their own insular communities, and thus think differently from the rest of the military. Putting one in charge will cause massive issues, thus they don't get promoted past a certain rank to prevent these issues arising.
 
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