Oh, the Brass knows this, but the Tech Rep had a big mouth and the Brass was pissed off because of the screaming of the civilians. The war is almost over so money will be tight in the next ten years.

Well, maybe not as tight as it might be. I once suggested that the Germans export captured Soviet Mosin-Nagant rifles and ammunition to the US. The G/K31 standard rifles of the OKW and their 7.92 x 38k ammunition would probably sell even better.

Hmm. Is there the Firearms Act of 1934 to complicate matters?

Off the subject, I was watching an episode of Blue Bloods and I thought of the amount of dyspepsia Kat and her team would cause the NYC Police Commissioner since NYC's Sullivan Act bans handguns, knives, and all sorts of other stuff and since Kat's team are travelling on Diplomatic Passports there's nothing he could do.
 
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Unlikely.

Maybe if they were selling Mosin Nagant carbines, but otherwise, they'd be legally clear.

The NFA was originally about taxing fully-automatic weapons, shortened shotguns, shortened rifles, and supressors (silencers). The G/K31 standard rifles are select-fire and would fall under the classification. Mosin Nagant carbines are bolt action and wouldn't be regulated.
 
As such, he will likely try to keep contact with the Americans tightly regulated and to the minimal extent, as he knows that if he even remotely let's his Marines, MA or SKA get drunk around the American Soldiers, there are good odds that one HELL of a furball would kick off in said bar if the Americans tend to let their mouths run off without thinking about, like it's a sad historical truth.
That's going to be the case whenever you mix combat vets recently from the fight with REMFs. In this case the REMFs are peacetime garrison soldiers living with their families.
 
That's going to be the case whenever you mix combat vets recently from the fight with REMFs. In this case the REMFs are peacetime garrison soldiers living with their families.
True, although i was thinking about the kind of single and young REMF that are more ego than common sense rather than those soldiers with families, which tend to be rather sparse in their visits to such bars.
 
True, although i was thinking about the kind of single and young REMF that are more ego than common sense rather than those soldiers with families, which tend to be rather sparse in their visits to such bars.

I think the bit about living with families would probably reinforce the feeling that they're on a peacetime deployment, thus stoking the resentment of the young, dumb privates and PFCs and exacerbating the situation when they come into contact with combat vets.
 
Part 36, Chapter 440
Chapter Four Hundred Forty


16th December 1944

Tempelhof-Schöneberg, Berlin

It’s something that people look at every day and don’t ever think about. Steel rails are typically composed of a high tensile alloy of iron, with small percentages of manganese and carbon. Just west of Tempelhof Airfield the main east-west line passes over the north-south line. Splitting off from the east-west line was a stretch of track that made a sharp turn before joining the north-south line. The railroad ties were known to have been disintegrating for some time. Because trains were speed limited there anyway it wasn’t a high priority for repair. This resulted in the track bending as the trains passed over it, dropping by several centimeters. Over time this caused hardening in the track and in the early morning hours of the 16th of December all of Northern Europe was in the midst of a cold snap. As a train loaded with silicon dioxide destined for glass making passed over that stretch of track, it didn’t bend, it shattered.

The hopper cars tipped over spilling their contents which normally wouldn’t have been caused too much concern except they fell across the north-south main line. The Traffic Controllers frantically radioed the trains to the north and south of Tempelhof attempting to divert traffic away from the affected area but were hampered by the weather and the lack of adequate equipment. This resulted in a second derailment, this time it was a commuter train, the Prague-Dresden-Berlin Express. About dawn under blizzard conditions rescuers were discovering that they were faced with one of the worst rail accidents in history.

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Hans was standing next to a railcar laying on its side that had been crushed like a beer can. When they had arrived a couple hours earlier the men of Hans’ Company had been taken to where they were needed scattering them and this mess covered kilometers. That had left him at loose ends and he was left trying to be helpful where he could.

They had been warned that the railcars could still shift around and they needed to be mindful of that. Wouldn’t that be just his luck, he thought to himself, surviving years fighting the Russians only to get killed while involved in a rescue effort. He could see the glow of cutting torches within the railcar and shuttered at the implications. There were also SPz-2s and Bergepanzers that were seeing a lot of use. Hans would need to catch up with father in the next couple days. He had a feeling that Otto was somewhere nearby and because the crews of both trains would be his people he would be preparing to go to war on their behalf to make sure that investigators gave them a fair shake.

“We got one coming out!” A voice yelled and as Hans watched a blanket wrapped figure on a stretcher was carefully lifted out. As Hans watched Doctor Holz climbed out and watched as four men carried the stretcher to a nearby ambulance.

“Is that the last one in there, Doctor?” Hans asked.

“Last one living” Peter said as he walked with Hans towards the next railcar where action was ongoing.

“Surprised to see you here” Hans said, “I thought you’d want to spend winter closer to home.”

“I recently discovered that there are a few gaps in my knowledge” Peter said, “I’ve been doing a refresher at the University of Berlin's Clinic to fix that.”

“Good to hear that, Doc” Hans said, “Weren’t you the one who told me that learning is a lifetime process.”

“Ever hear of something called the observer effect?” Peter asked.

“No” Hans replied, “Should I have?”

“No, you shouldn’t have” Peter said, “It’s something in physics but I think it could apply here as well.”

The two of them walked on, the snowfall made it eerily quiet considering the destruction that surrounded them. A few dozen men wearing the blue coats of the 1st Imperial Foot came into view. They were attempting not obstruct rescue efforts, which was easier said than done, while at the same time standing protectively around their charges. Hans had never actually seen the Emperor or Empress before but there they were here observing.

A couple of figures separated from the Imperial party and ran towards Hans. He realized that it was Helene with Kat a couple meters behind her. They would be here with the Empress, Hans thought to himself, Ladies of the Court and all that.

“What are you doing here?” Helene asked.

“I’ve more business being here than you” Hans replied, though he couldn’t exactly explain exactly what he was doing at the moment other than trying to find somewhere else to help.

“Come on then” Helene said tugging on his arm, “They’ll want to know what’s going on.”

That was how Hans ended up giving a briefing to the Emperor, trying to explain what was happening from his limited perspective. Overall, he managed to bullshit his way through it. The Emperor was happy with that, which in turn meant that Oberst von Stauffenberg was happy with him. It wasn’t until much later that he realized that he’d been so nervous that he’d not noticed that Helene had introduced him to the Imperial couple as her intended. Kat had gotten a good laugh over that.


Saipan

High winds and rain. It was nice of the Fleet to give them a warning about that as a tropical cyclone had passed south of the Mariana Islands for all the good it did them. The thousands of men living in tents on Saipan had spent a long day and night, soaked to the skin. They hadn’t been hit directly by the storm but the northern edge of it had been bad enough. A couple days later they were still cleaning up when word came that the 3rd Division was to return to Saipan and that men could began rotating out. Because Reier and Tilo were among those who had been with the Division since they had landed in Vietnam they were given the option of returning to Cuxhaven if they wanted.

Reier didn’t need to think about it, the 3rd Division was his home. Tilo on the other hand was told that when they got to Formosa he could go on leave and have a few weeks to think about it.
 
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That was how Hans ended up giving a briefing to the Emperor, trying to explain what was happening from his limited perspective what was happening. Overall, he managed to bullshit his way through it. The Emperor was happy with that, which in turn meant that Oberst von Stauffenberg was happy with him. It wasn’t until much later that he realized that he’d been so nervous that he’d not noticed that Helene had introduced him to the Imperial couple as her intended. Kat had gotten a good laugh over that.

Doomed, definitely doomed.:cool:
 
Did anyone think that any of The Three Furies would wait to be asked for their hands in marriage?

Kurt if he keeps hanging around with Gerta may find himself in the same predicament.
 
Did anyone think that any of The Three Furies would wait to be asked for their hands in marriage?

Kurt if he keeps hanging around with Gerta may find himself in the same predicament.

"Kurt, Honey, be at the palace next Thursday at 1330. Wear a good uniform."
 
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That was how Hans ended up giving a briefing to the Emperor, trying to explain what was happening from his limited perspective. Overall, he managed to bullshit his way through it. The Emperor was happy with that, which in turn meant that Oberst von Stauffenberg was happy with him. It wasn’t until much later that he realized that he’d been so nervous that he’d not noticed that Helene had introduced him to the Imperial couple as her intended. Kat had gotten a good laugh over that.


Well, Helene is wearing the pants here. Not surprised. :p
 
Part 36, Chapter 441
Chapter Four Hundred Forty-One


25th December 1944

Kansas City, Missouri

Harry Truman had spent the Christmas recess meeting with his constituents. There was a great deal of uncertainty about what the new administration would bring. Truman refused to sugar coat it. It didn’t matter what Dewey himself said, the national Republican Party was saying something completely different and that was the reality. Dewey would dutifully sign whatever the Republicans managed to put onto his desk. It was the sort of bait and switch that they had done since time out of mind. Labor might not have liked Cactus Jack but he wasn’t prepared to feed them poison and call that freedom. Fortunately, the people had the good sense not to elect a Republican Congress or Senate and Truman would have the privilege telling Robert Taft where he could stick his proposals in regard to sharply limiting the power of Labor Unions.

There was also another matter that had come to light. The Board of Directors at Sikorsky Aircraft had a collective heart attack when newsreels and documentaries about German Airborne units using helicopters reached America. It was unclear if it was a case of form following function or the Germans really had filched the design but their machines looked exactly like a paper project that Sikorsky had. It was a serious problem, if it was even a problem. No one seemed to know for sure and that was unacceptable.


Dublin, Ireland

Jack had rejoined the Continental Regiment before they had left France for Ireland. He’d had far too much of Ian Fleming before they had reached the Franco-German border and the stupid games that he had played. The fact that he had seen a teenaged girl, who was by all accounts an innocent, as a perfectly acceptable game piece had left him disgusted and Fleming’s gambit had clearly failed. Abwehr had to have known of his presence and not found approaching him worthwhile.

The greeting that they had received when they had reached the docks of Dublin had not been what he had been expecting. After the Irish revolution and the chaotic years of bloodshed that had followed the Irish public generally saw soldiers as a necessary evil at best. Instead they had been greeted as heroes much to everyone’s surprise. The thousands of men of Reisimint Ilchríochach had marched through the city streets with Coirnéal Frances Aiken at the head. Overall, that had been a great day by anyone’s measure.

Now, months later Jack was back trying to adjust to life. The diversion from Law School that had taken him through Russia seemed somehow unreal, like if it had happened to someone else. Still though, every day on his way out of his flat he saw the framed certificate on the wall.

Cathal Brugha, President of the Republic, Michael Collins, Taoiseach of the Dáil on behalf of the people of the Republic of Ireland induct Captaen John Fitzgerald Kennedy as ridire, Ordú Naomh Pádraig.

The badge of the Order hung from the frame on its green ribbon. The Irish Government had been looking for an excuse to turn the Order of Saint Patrick into a Pan-Irish award. Beyond the change in the ribbon’s color, it had been redesigned, as one last jab at the British they had kept the harp and deleted the crown. It was also said that many of the Officers of the Reisimint Ilchríochach were eligible for comparable German awards but hadn’t been able to accept them under the Irish Constitution without the express approval of the Government. This had been a solution that had made everyone happy.

It was the only thing that reminded Jack of what had happened. He was just pleased that he wasn’t spending this winter in Russia.


Berlin

Augustus Lang wished that Christmas day would offer a respite from his problems. Instead they seemed to multiply. Earlier that month the train derailment had exposed the woeful state of the rail infrastructure. They had run everything to the maximum extent they could during the war while cutting everything else to the bone. Maintenance was one of the things that had been neglected in the process. For these things to be a problem they would have to still be around to deal with them, that had been the thinking at the time. Well, the time to solve those problems had now arrived and next week when the Reichstag started the new year they would be looking to him for answers.

The war in the Pacific had entered into one of its periodic lulls. Both sides were preparing for the next stage. It was safe to assume that Lang would not like whatever it was that Japanese were up to. It was fortunate for the German State that the war in the Far East was being waged mostly by men who they wanted to keep in service for the time being. The other programs to funnel those unwilling to wait to return to civilian life to higher education or skilled apprenticeships was fairly successful, so far. Perhaps if he could find a way to make working on rail infrastructure sound fun and exciting that would help matters…

“Are you going to stare out that window all night?” Rhona asked as she walked into his home office, “Dinner is waiting on you.”

Outside, it was a peaceful scene. Snow was falling in heavy flakes and street lights lit up the streets bathing everything in a warm amber glow. Lang had been too wrapped up in his problems to appreciate it.
 
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He’d had far too much of Ian Fleming before they had reached the Franco-German border and the stupid games that he had played. The fact that he had seen a teenaged girl, who was by all accounts an innocent, as a perfectly acceptable game piece had left him disgusted and Fleming’s gambit had clearly failed.

I have to say, I like this JFK. He's really matured, and I think his perspective on Kat is probably a lot different if he's read Maria's article and in light of Hans's earlier comments. Hopefully, this JFK treats women better than OTL.

Also, it'll be really interesting to see if the Kennedy name clears up. It'd be priceless to see JFK running against George H.W. Bush - or more running together!

Re: Helene - yep, no surprise there. Gerta and Kurt is pretty much a given, given their shared love of Wovogle. The irony is that the one who gets a real and romantic proposal will be Kat from Doug.

Also, this one is awhile back, but something that Maria and Grossman know very well is that they've been thoroughly rewarded for holding info back until it is safe to release by being able to present the whole story first. I've forgotten the name of the paper, but I'd imagine it ha at least the reputation of the OTL New York Times and then some.
 
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Chapter Four Hundred Thirty-Two


14th November 1944

Contraceptive pills weren't invented until the 1950s OTL. What's spurring a 20 years lead in development TTL? It owned a lot to one person OTL and consequently things could really go either way TTL with it developed somewhat earlier or much later given lack of support in this technology from corporations and Governments.
 
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Contraceptive pills weren't invented until the 1950s OTL. What's spurring a 20 years lead in development TTL? It owned a lot to one person OTL and consequently things could really go either way TTL with it developed somewhat earlier or much later given lack of support in this technology from corporations and Governments.

ITTL it was the wife of a rising star in the Reichstag finding herself with an unexpected pregnancy in 1929 that spurred this development.
 
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