Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread III
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Well, they had reason as there was a precedent before operation Barbarossa, when Hitler told them all the german armies were just exercising away from the british bombers.
What?
Um....John Ellis/Dillinger us pretty much a nobody un the grand scheme of things....but George Bush is like a gigantic supernova.
He can't possibly hide the same way as Dillenger has for decades.
Um....John Ellis/Dillinger us pretty much a nobody un the grand scheme of things....but George Bush is like a gigantic supernova.
He can't possibly hide the same way as Dillenger has for decades.
How many of Bush's former clients would ever visit or talk to anyone who visted a place called "the Jewish Riviera" though?
As for George, there are worse options. He could be manager of a Cinnabon in Omaha.
Also: how many of his clients did he actually meet face-to-face again? And how many involved intermediates, alias, disguises...
And yeah...there's always that
Why would you think that Germany didn’t tell everyone that he died in the action to arrest him? This is before DNA testing and I am sure that a proper substitute body could be found to show anyone before it is cremated.
This reference is driving me nuts, I forget where it's from. Clerks 2?
Ah! The nagging bit I was conflicted about was the randomness of a Cinnabon in Omaha reminding me of how the Angels in Dogma were stuck in Wisconsin, but the grittiness didn't fit.
Yeah, got it now. Stopped watching Better Call Saul after the first season.
Unless you consider that the whole 'Star Wars" program was designed from the start by the wealthier US to force the Soviets to "keep up with the Jones'", stressing an already stretched economic system, basically goading them to bankrupt themselves in the process.
(True, if the program had worked, the US would have been happy, but the new toys that came from the research were still appreciated.)
Dillinger wasn't a nobody at the time, he was public enemy No1, but he made it to somewhere his face wasn't known and successfully disappeared.
George H Bush has Chekov's gun in front of him, if he ignores it, he can have a long, safe but dull life in Germany and become a nobody Like John Ellis, if he picks it up, he will have a short, dangerous but very interesting life as a somebody instead.
BTW, Binz and grey hell just doesn't match. I've been through town a few times, and been bi-annualy in Greifswald close by, at various times over the year, and allways had nice, sunny weather, be it late march or September.
The town itself is also interresting, White wooden houses with porches, very much southers US style from the houses, very unusual for germany.
The town itself is also interresting, White wooden houses with porches, very much southers US style from the houses, very unusual for germany.
I know that, but it is how an individual who sees himself imprisoned there sees it.
Part 112, Chapter 1841
Chapter One Thousand Eight Hundred Forty-One
20th March 1968
Halle, Anhalt
It was a cold afternoon and it felt like winter regardless of what the calendar said about today being the first day of spring.
The team had spent the last couple hours climbing over and crawling under various obstacles before engaging targets in real world scenarios. That included the risk of weapons malfunctioning and plain bad luck. It was meant to be of sufficient difficulty to be just as hard as real combat. Though Kiki understood that the feeling that came when there were bullets flying back the other way was impossible to replicate. The members of one of the FSR teams based here was too professional to react in an untoward way, but Kiki could tell that they were angry with her for what she had said to the Oberst. She had told him about how she felt that the firearms training for the FSR was inadequate at the Signals School when he had asked her opinion. They were supposed to be the Jäger Corps of the Medical Service. The Oberst had just shrugged and put her in charge of training that she deemed adequate because she was the most knowledgeable having been trained by the Tigress herself. It wasn’t until later that Kiki had realized that she had never told him about that.
“That is all of them Ma’am” The Oberfeld who was assisting Kiki said with entirely too much satisfaction while looking at his clipboard. “The next team will be along in a few minutes.”
He had helped Kiki set up the course and had run it with her a few days before.
“I can tell they are sore with me” Kiki said as the team hustled off.
“This isn’t a popularity contest” The Oberfeld replied, “Besides, they needed a reminder as to what they are really all about, chasing after tourists lost in the woods if fine and all, but there is far more to this than that.”
As if Kiki wouldn’t be aware that this wasn’t a popularity contest. She wasn’t worried about popularity. It was what might happen in the field in the near future that bothered her. Having her orders followed less than enthusiastically could have consequences. With that the next team arrived at the course and were looking at it with a great deal of trepidation.
“You didn’t need to be quite so enthusiastic with the mud” Kiki said to the Oberfeld.
“I disagree Ma’am” The Oberfeld replied, “You said you wanted combat conditions and things always get fucked up on the battlefield.”
It wasn’t just on the battlefield though. It seemed to Kiki that things were getting fucked up pretty much everywhere. Vicky was neck deep in wedding preparations and had gotten upset when she had learned of Kiki’s increased involvement in Halle. She thought that Kiki had volunteered because she didn’t approve of what she was doing. The truth was that Kiki didn’t disapprove; she just was worried about Vicky in the long term. Just how long could her little sister maintain a sham like that? Earlier that week, Vicky had left for Munich in a huff because Kiki wasn’t going with her this time.
Kiki’s musing was interrupted by the sharp blast of a whistle as the Oberfeld started yelling instructions at the FSR team. The Noncoms that were working with her were enjoying this a bit too much. However, because this was her show, Kiki stood there and quietly observed as the team was forced to dive under the barbed wire into the icy mud.
Falkensee, Brandenburg
Because she had spent a great deal of time in the United States, Asia had been asked her opinion about the Primary Elections that were happening in America, the first of which had happened in New Hampshire a week prior. The North America Desk had figured that Bill Stoughton, the Speaker of the House of Representatives would have been the front runner, but he had declined to run for President. The truth was obvious to Asia.
“The incumbent President is considered a favorite to win reelection and Stoughton is not about to risk his current position on a longshot political bid” Asia said.
“What of the other candidates?” The Analyst from the NAA asked “Eugene McCarthy, George Smathers are the two front runners.”
“Eugene McCarthy is something of an also ran, he runs for President every four years and comes from a small state” Asia replied, “Who is Smathers?”
The Analyst flipped through several pages of paper. Just the fact that he needed to do that spoke volumes. “It says here that Smathers is a Senator from Florida.”
Asia had heard a bit about Florida politics while she was in New York. Apparently, there was something creepy in the water down there that did things to people… It was her understanding that whoever the Democratic Party nominated for President would most likely lose, the quality of the two candidates mentioned reflected that. There was also the aspect that Senators and Congressmen who had been there for a while seldom ran for higher office because they would have to explain their legislative record, the frequently contradictory votes that they had to take and the entire process of making sausages.
“What do you think of the candidate who came in third in New Hampshire?” The Analyst asked, “Richard Nixon, the pundits are suggesting that he might be a strong dark horse.”
Asia shrugged, “I remember him from California when I was there. To Washington D.C. the West Coast of America might as well be off the edge of the Earth. So, I doubt you’ll hear his name too much in the coming months.”
20th March 1968
Halle, Anhalt
It was a cold afternoon and it felt like winter regardless of what the calendar said about today being the first day of spring.
The team had spent the last couple hours climbing over and crawling under various obstacles before engaging targets in real world scenarios. That included the risk of weapons malfunctioning and plain bad luck. It was meant to be of sufficient difficulty to be just as hard as real combat. Though Kiki understood that the feeling that came when there were bullets flying back the other way was impossible to replicate. The members of one of the FSR teams based here was too professional to react in an untoward way, but Kiki could tell that they were angry with her for what she had said to the Oberst. She had told him about how she felt that the firearms training for the FSR was inadequate at the Signals School when he had asked her opinion. They were supposed to be the Jäger Corps of the Medical Service. The Oberst had just shrugged and put her in charge of training that she deemed adequate because she was the most knowledgeable having been trained by the Tigress herself. It wasn’t until later that Kiki had realized that she had never told him about that.
“That is all of them Ma’am” The Oberfeld who was assisting Kiki said with entirely too much satisfaction while looking at his clipboard. “The next team will be along in a few minutes.”
He had helped Kiki set up the course and had run it with her a few days before.
“I can tell they are sore with me” Kiki said as the team hustled off.
“This isn’t a popularity contest” The Oberfeld replied, “Besides, they needed a reminder as to what they are really all about, chasing after tourists lost in the woods if fine and all, but there is far more to this than that.”
As if Kiki wouldn’t be aware that this wasn’t a popularity contest. She wasn’t worried about popularity. It was what might happen in the field in the near future that bothered her. Having her orders followed less than enthusiastically could have consequences. With that the next team arrived at the course and were looking at it with a great deal of trepidation.
“You didn’t need to be quite so enthusiastic with the mud” Kiki said to the Oberfeld.
“I disagree Ma’am” The Oberfeld replied, “You said you wanted combat conditions and things always get fucked up on the battlefield.”
It wasn’t just on the battlefield though. It seemed to Kiki that things were getting fucked up pretty much everywhere. Vicky was neck deep in wedding preparations and had gotten upset when she had learned of Kiki’s increased involvement in Halle. She thought that Kiki had volunteered because she didn’t approve of what she was doing. The truth was that Kiki didn’t disapprove; she just was worried about Vicky in the long term. Just how long could her little sister maintain a sham like that? Earlier that week, Vicky had left for Munich in a huff because Kiki wasn’t going with her this time.
Kiki’s musing was interrupted by the sharp blast of a whistle as the Oberfeld started yelling instructions at the FSR team. The Noncoms that were working with her were enjoying this a bit too much. However, because this was her show, Kiki stood there and quietly observed as the team was forced to dive under the barbed wire into the icy mud.
Falkensee, Brandenburg
Because she had spent a great deal of time in the United States, Asia had been asked her opinion about the Primary Elections that were happening in America, the first of which had happened in New Hampshire a week prior. The North America Desk had figured that Bill Stoughton, the Speaker of the House of Representatives would have been the front runner, but he had declined to run for President. The truth was obvious to Asia.
“The incumbent President is considered a favorite to win reelection and Stoughton is not about to risk his current position on a longshot political bid” Asia said.
“What of the other candidates?” The Analyst from the NAA asked “Eugene McCarthy, George Smathers are the two front runners.”
“Eugene McCarthy is something of an also ran, he runs for President every four years and comes from a small state” Asia replied, “Who is Smathers?”
The Analyst flipped through several pages of paper. Just the fact that he needed to do that spoke volumes. “It says here that Smathers is a Senator from Florida.”
Asia had heard a bit about Florida politics while she was in New York. Apparently, there was something creepy in the water down there that did things to people… It was her understanding that whoever the Democratic Party nominated for President would most likely lose, the quality of the two candidates mentioned reflected that. There was also the aspect that Senators and Congressmen who had been there for a while seldom ran for higher office because they would have to explain their legislative record, the frequently contradictory votes that they had to take and the entire process of making sausages.
“What do you think of the candidate who came in third in New Hampshire?” The Analyst asked, “Richard Nixon, the pundits are suggesting that he might be a strong dark horse.”
Asia shrugged, “I remember him from California when I was there. To Washington D.C. the West Coast of America might as well be off the edge of the Earth. So, I doubt you’ll hear his name too much in the coming months.”
That is odly specific... hmmm. Gotten into the file cabinet of someone?
As for Nixon? Who was the lawyer that got some time in the limelight back then? If it was Nixon he could pull the "minority card" as he worked for the civil rights side of things. As such that pulls voters that are interested in peace and stability as easing tensions could be appealing.
On the other hand, for Asias sake, has a West Coast candidate ever been a serious contender in TL?
Now that you mention it...has anyone ever seen Rinasoir and @Peabody-Martini together? (puts tinfoil hat on...)
Considering the difference in our production speeds, that's a gross insult to Peabody-Martini.Now that you mention it...has anyone ever seen Rinasoir and @Peabody-Martini together? (puts tinfoil hat on...)
Considering the difference in our production speeds, that's a gross insult to Peabody-Martini.
You are both purveyors of high-quality AH material, though