The good folks in PuYallup will be surprised to recieve a thank-you letter handwritten on Kat's official stationery with her crest, coat-of-arms or whatever on it:

I think you can pick them up from the floor as soon as they see her in a News Reel at an Movie House. Also the intrest of certain goverment agents into the contact between an known secret agent and a family in Washington State.., could be an eye opener for them.
 
Kat maybe got a package addressed "To any German Soldier", and as we all know the REMFs get all the good stuff first.

I can see the German-American Friendship League (GALF) establish standard size boxes to cut down the price of shipping and make it easier to ship the packages.

If the instant pancake mix is the "just add water type" it will be very popular in the field as you can count on the average soldier to be very inventive in creating new recepies.
As for packages sent to families, they can be personalized with items like lady stockings, tobacco, and other hard to get but small items.
I also think that "Spam" will be considered in Germany a great delicious treat.
 
From what I remember about insignifiant minutiae of WWII, the Germans liked orange juice crystals -you know, just add water- but generally thought the bread too sweet. (And they especially liked the cigarettes and coffee, because by the time they came into contact with US units, they would frequently only get ersatz versions, if any).
 
OK, I know that it may count as nitpicking, but shouldn't the 'care packages' be sent to the soldiers on the front, aka the ones who suffer the most hardship and deprivations? I know that the supply lines aren't stretched thin and the frontline troops aren't experiencing serious supply shortages, but were I to choose between troops in training and troops on the front, I would send such items to the frontline units, because sure as hell the packages (sponsored by some private citizens) are at the very, inexplicably generous, best are a couple of tens of thousands (which sounds -and is- a lot, but certainly not enough to cover more than a few divisions, and the Germans most certainty had hundreds of thousands men fighting the Soviets on the fronts).

I am not sure what was the system for distribution when I was deployed but these care packages ended up getting to everyone, although I'm sure that the guys at the FOBs got theirs before anyone else. When the Loggie's make their supply distribution models they include a certain percentage for Class VI items. So it's not like units are going without food, water and ammo when they get these packages.
 
Part 24, Chapter 260
Chapter Two Hundred Sixty


3rd May 1942

Puyallup, Washington State, U.S.A.

At eleven years of age Alan Jensen was not yet inclined to be too think too deeply on matters of life or mortality. The news was full of a world that seemed to grow crazier by the hour. Germans and Russians, Japanese and Chinese, British and Indians all seemed to be Hellbent on killing the other with the added wrinkle that in India the Indians were fighting each other as well. Alan just knew that he lived in a quiet corner of the where nothing ever seemed to happen. His Mom said that he should be thankful for that. Then the Lutheran Church they attended had put out a flyer asking for people to get involved, peace and international understanding were the words being bandied about.

Dad had not been thrilled about the package that they would be sending through their church. His memories of fighting the Germans in France still fresh in his mind. It was Mom with the Pastor of their church who had finally convinced him to come around, blessed are the peacemakers and all of that. Then this Sunday reply letters that had arrived were handed to them.

The first letter was from the German Government itself thanking them for their generosity during these troubled times. It also informed them that the packages they had sent were part of a pilot program and gone to a dozen young soldiers, all volunteers, who would have completed training by the time this letter arrived and would have departed. The Jensens were advised that further contact would be very unlikely.

Dad had read between the lines instantly “They’ve already been written off” he said somberly. The package they’d sent was the boost the morale of soldier about to be sent on a mission that had only one likely outcome.

The second letter was handwritten in English, heavily censored, names, places and dates were all redacted, but still heartfelt. It was also peppered with strange terms and phrases. The sender was a nineteen-year-old Luftwaffe Fallschirmjäger Fähnrich whose name seemed to translate to Cat, Dad said that was sort of like a Navy Ensign except in an Airborne Division and Cat was probably a nickname given by the sender’s peers. Cat was from someplace called Pankow and had received a medical waiver to rejoin the service despite an undefined injury from a previous stent, suspending studies at the University of Berlin in the process. He also terribly missed his friends and family, even the three small children of [REDACTED]. He was most thankful for the coffee beans because decent coffee was impossible to get there, wherever there was. The letter was signed by a K. von Mischner.

On the car ride home Alan thought about how whatever this mysterious K. was and what he’d be doing, it was sort of exciting. It wasn’t until they got home that he noticed that his older sister Nancy had the sly smile that she got when she figured out something before anyone else.

“What is it?” Alan asked.

“Katze von Mischner” She said.

“Yeah, so” That was the sender of the letter.

“The German word for a tomcat is kater” Nance said, “And some of the phrasing was odd.”

“What do you expect from some strange foreigner” Alan said.

“You might just be in for a bit of a surprise if we get any more letters from Katze” Nancy said and would say no more. She was looking forward to the look on his face if he ever figured out the mind-blowing detail that this Cat was probably a girl.


Abwehr Special Warfare Camp, Near Judenbach-Sonneberg

The end came almost unexpectedly with no fanfare or ceremony, all instruction would cease pending assignment. After the monotony of days this was a rapid adjustment. A few weeks earlier things had changed up. All instruction, discussions and conversation in German were forbidden. They got a crash course on the Russian language and were totally immersed in it and that would continue until they shipped out.

That was also when Kat had learned why she had been selected for this program. It had been hoped that she would pass through training because if she managed it just by her presence she would help to deflect suspicion from the group of trained partisans she was to be assigned to if they were seen. She had somehow exceeded expectations, managed to keep pace with the male trainees and now there were suggestions of other things. When the mission briefing finally came it was rather stark. They were to be split into two teams of six and parachuted deep behind the lines to disrupt the transport and communications of Soviet forces ahead of a planned offensive. If captured they could expect nothing less than torture and execution at the hand of the Soviet State. They were all given one last chance to back out, there were no takers. All that was left was the wait.

Kat stepped out of her hut feeling strange, she was wearing a faded dress of the sort that she had seen women wearing across Eastern Europe with a coat over it. It also happened to be the first time she’d dressed like this in weeks.

“So, there is actually a young woman under the vest and coveralls after all” Seager said from the table as she walked into the Mess Hall “We had our doubts.” That caused a ripple of laughter around the table.

“Is it because I have kicked all your asses at one point or another?" Kat asked with an innocent smile. They had discovered the hard way that in close quarter combat that she was totally ruthless. A few of the washouts had underestimated Kat, attempted to overpower her and gotten broken limbs as a result.

“Hardly, Katze” Seager said “And it will be good to have you as the leader of this shit show.”

“What are you talking about?” Kat asked.

“You never thought about it” Seager said “We’re all enlisted of some sort, you’re an Oberfähnrich and that happens to make you squad leader even if you haven’t doing all this secret agent saboteur shit for years.”

That certainly complicated matters, didn’t it?

“I never thought about it that way” Kat said, “I’ve just been worried about surviving the next day.”

“Well, just keep that up” Seager said “Until you get us home.”
 
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"You know," he said idly, "at this point there's nothing preventing Kat from being awarded military medals. Or being promoted to higher ranks."

I also wonder if there's a large enough population left behind by the Soviets to organize a partisan movement.
 
Some random thoughts...
It would be nice if the form letter came from Empress Kira as it would drive home the point that the war was started because the Soviet Union and Stalin tried to kill her and her children.

It looks like its about time for the Spring Offensives to start, the question is who is going to strike first.

I have been meaning to ask this question, did the Soviet navy leave port before the war broke out?
If you remember the German government gave the Soviet Union a week to answer their utimatium.

What happened to the "Red Nanny"?

I could see the grounds of Postdam Palace becoming a state of the art dairy farm.
 
I also wonder if there's a large enough population left behind by the Soviets to organize a partisan movement.
Real question is, will the populace in Poland be willing to do that?

Germany was fighting to defend Poland against Russia, and I'm pretty sure also liberated them from Russia.
 
Part 24, Chapter 261
Chapter Two Hundred Sixty-One


15th May 1942

Lang was sitting at his, waiting. The other foot had just dropped. The Japanese Army had invaded the Republic of Vietnam, Thailand and Cambodia. The British and Dutch feeling that their colonies in the Malay Peninsula and East Indies were under threat had declared war on the Empire of Japan. The coalition partners of Lang’s Party would have kittens when they found out that the mutual defense treaty with the UK and the Netherlands obligated Germany, France and Italy to at least lend support if not declare war themselves.

Lang knew that the Japanese would not have made this move if the British weren’t already buried neck deep in the India mess and Continental Europe wasn’t consumed with the war against the Russians. The attitude of the Aussies had changed drastically over the last week, suddenly it was their backyard that was under threat, “No worries” to “Perhaps a touch of help, Mate.” According to Emil who knew those people, that would be screaming hysterically if it were anyone else. The good news for them was that the 3rd Seebataillon Division was ready to depart for West Samoa. They, along with the rest of the Pacific Fleet, could easily be redirected.

That made it a good thing that Jacob Schmidt had returned to his post in the Pacific. He had taken his latest promotion to full Fleet Admiral in stride, understanding that meant that he was the Theater Commander of all German forces in the Pacific. He had politely requested that the sister ship of the SMS Graf Zeppelin be completed post haste along with anything else that could be sent his way. The fact that the KLM had successfully bottled up the Russian fleet in the Gulf of Finland and the Black Sea made doing that much easier.

Lang had checked to see that the SMS Lilienthal was nearing completion, her shakedown cruise was going to be expedited. The SMS Rheinland, which Lang figured would probably be the last German battleship to be commissioned until after the current war ended, the sister ship of the SMS Preussen was ready now. She would leave for the Pacific as soon as she could be properly provisioned. That was a drop in the bucket compared to the number of men and material being directed to the war with Russia. In the Pacific however, it could make a big difference.


Cuxhaven, Lower Saxony, Germany

Just when Tilo had thought that things couldn’t get any worse, they had. Conscription, weeks in basic training, getting a reputation as a smartass, collective punishment, getting beaten up by his “comrades” because he was the smartass who’d caused the collective punishment. Tilo had made it through only to transferred to the Seebataillon Infantry. The 3rd Seebataillon Division in particular and they were being loaded onto decrepit freighters that were supposed to take them someplace. No one seemed to know, or care, where. Tilo spent his first days with his new outfit seasick.

They had been issued with tropical uniforms. The Gefreiter with the unlikely name of Wenzeslaus Reier who had been assigned the bunk below Tilo’s had suggested that it was because they were going to Finland.

In the brief time that he’d known Reier, Tilo had discovered a few things, one was that you never called him by his first name. The next was that Reier was the Company yo-yo, having rose to the rank of Feldwebel at one point only to get busted down in rank again. Tilo had caught him during one of his upswings. Reier had taken it upon himself to show the college boy, meaning Tilo, how the world really worked. Tilo was a self-proclaimed Atheist but by the end of the first sleepless night he was ready to pray to God, whatever Saints you put before him, even the Devil for this Hellish voyage to be over already. His hope was that it would be short. Then as Tilo was parting company with the small bit of breakfast that he had managed to keep down over the rail he heard someone mention the Panama Canal and the Equator. He wished that someone would just shoot him now.


Near Koleno, Belorussia

Kat heard the sound of the airplane’s engines fading in the distance as she buried her coveralls, parachute and with them the last things that connected her to her old life. The expertly forged papers she had identified her as Katya Markova, that was who she would be for the duration of this mission. There were independence movements rumored to be in Belorussia and the Ukraine but they had been warned not to approach them unless it was the direst need. The mission briefing had mentioned that Abwehr wasn’t sure just who to trust and the delicate process of sussing that out was ongoing.

Kat walked in the direct that she assumed her team had landed and found Seager, Sergej she corrected herself, and Mitya, the radioman already gathering their equipment in the predawn gloom.

“Katya” Sergej said with a nod as she approached.

“The situation?” Kat asked.

“Arkadi and Renat went to look for Semyon” Sergej said softly.

“Has all the gear been found yet?” Kat asked, she had been the first one out the door, beyond personal weapons and the contents of their rucksacks, the bags of the items they’d need for the mission had gone out between Sergej and Arkadi. Semyon and Renat were the last two out. They’d need to get under cover for the day soon. Even though the Luftwaffe had been running recon flights all through this region for the last several days to cover their drop they had to assume that Russian patrols were about, just in case.

“Yes” Sergej said.

“Good” Kat said.

They sat in silence for a spell, waiting. Eventually Arkadi and Renat came back carrying something between them, Semyon's body wrapped in his parachute. They had discovered Semyon had landed in a tree, very badly. He’d either broken his neck, skull or both, they couldn’t tell which. Kat pitched in to help bury Semyon. This was the worst sort of bad luck. The mission had barely even started and they were already down by one.
 
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So Kat and the others are part of the Brandenburgers-equivalent. They'll all need all the training and luck they've got, because if the Soviets catch them in their uniforms (which was against the laws of war anyway), a quick bullet to the back of the head would be the merciful result.
By the way, aren't the Indochina region the Japanese just invaded still colonies of France? Because if they are, the French would be even more motivated than the Brits to fight the Japanese. I presume there still are plenty of French nationals, or even people of French origins in the area to make a French intervention in the near future very likely anyway, especially now that France doesn't have any other foreign entanglements.
 
Sounds like Kat qualified for her Sprungabzeichen, too. (parachutist badge)

After the war she might open a skydiver school which also enroles women.
 
I think she shall be rememberd as David Sterling, the founder of the Special Air Services. Throw in her pre-war actions, her relations and her high rank, she will be THE role model for every female actress when playing in an action movie. I think the only upside for her is that this timeline paparazzi will be very reluctant to pressure her to much. It could go very bad for them.....
 
Sounds like Kat qualified for her Sprungabzeichen, too. (parachutist badge)

After the war she might open a skydiver school which also enroles women.
More like the "Giftzieg Geschwader" has been born. . . . .the Hellcats Squad. . .Both a symbol of being Elite EVEN amongst the Paras, and of being borderline batshit insane, because to join this outfit, not only means to drop close to the enemy or in contested land, but to go STRAIGHT into Hell itself, deep into enemy lines, and raise hell with NO backup, no extra supplies outside of what you can steal from Enemy Forces, survive being hunted, and finally escape by yourself back into allied forces.
 
This story continues to amaze me, both with the quality and pacing. I am a bit surprised that the Abwher would send Kat on such an incredibly high risk mission. She's so much more than a skilled operative currently, being a symbol of German resilience.

How bad is this war with regard to the treatment of POW's and civilians in occupied territory compared to OTL?

After the war, if she survives, people like Kennedy will be aware that, not only can she walk up to someone, she can drop in for a visit...
 
How's comics or whatever their TTL equivalent coming along?

Pretty sure Kat is making even Wonder Woman herself look weak.
It wouldn't have bern that hard. In that period, the men of the Justice League went to fight the Nazi or the Japs while Wonder Woman stayed home as a Secretary for the JL.
In a way, Communists were the most progressive when it came to equal rights. Both men and women were expected to work at what they would be most efficient at and they weren't shy to use women in the army in various roles (sometimes even combat) to send even more men in the teeth of the Wehrmacht.
 
In that period, the men of the Justice League went to fight the Nazi or the Japs while Wonder Woman stayed home as a Secretary for the JL.

That is just sad especially compared to her 2017 movie self. Now, granted, 2017 would find the idea of Wonder Woman actually kicking ass while retaining her traits far more appealing than 1942, but still...
 
During the German involvement in the early part of the Pacific War (1942-1946) the KLM moved the advanced base from West Samoa to Freemantle in Western Australia. Later joined by elements of the British, Dutch, French Fleets.


German Fleet Strength, Pacific Theater, mid to late 1942

Battleships;

SMS Preussen (Flagship), SMS Rhineland (Joined Fleet July 1942)

SMS Schlesien, SMS Hessen (Joined Fleet August 1942)

SMS Bayern (Joined Fleet September 1942), SMS Sachsen (Joined Fleet September 1942)

Pre-Dreadnaught Battleships;

SMS Lothringen (Provision Ship, Sub Tender)

SMS Braunschweig (Provision Ship, S-Boat Tender, Joined Fleet August 1942)

Battlecruisers;

SMS Graf Spee

SMS Yorck, SMS Scharnhorst (Joined Fleet July 1942)

SMS Mackensen (Joined Fleet September 1942)

Aircraft Carriers;

SMS Graf Zeppelin, SMS Lilienthal (Joined Fleet August 1942)

SMS Immelmann (Mackensen Hull), SMS Lothar von Richthofen (Mackensen hull)

SMS Albatros (Formerly SMS Kronprinz), SMS Fischadler (Formerly SMS Grosser Kurfürst), SMS Pelikan (Formerly SMS Markgraf)

20 Destroyers of various classes, 12 (later 18) Type XIX U-Boats, 4 minesweepers, 3 Tankers, 25 (Later 32) S-Boats

3rd Seebataillon Division, 11,000 Infantry, plus 14th Panzer Brigade (Luftpanzer I) and Artillery Brigade.
 
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