Plutonium ITTL could have been refined to a higher degree of purity then it was in OTL.
If this is correct then a lesser amount of plutonium is needed for a bomb, in what terrorist experts have called in the past the "Suitcase from Hell".
 
You know who else needs ennoblement: Walter Horst.

Don't you mean Walter von Horst?

He'll go nuts.

Nobility: And this is different from his normal... how? /Nobility
Hmmm...... He may get mixed reactions. For one, now he would be one of the Jackasses who annoyed him for most of his career.

For another it would certainly be another acknowledgement of his career.

And finally, i suspect that getting a nobility rank would make him a viable candidate for an occupation in his final years that would be ideal to pass his knowledge on the younger generations, have "Fun"


..... And being unanimously labeled as a "Cruel And Unusual Crime against Human Rights" by the following Decade of people that Horst was inflicted on....... Headmaster of the Imperial War Academy.....
 
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Even better, use Walter von Horst as the guy in charge of international military cooperation...

Oh wait, we want a nice and likeble Germany...

Better let him move whereever he wants... best very far away from offical channels.
 
If and when he gets to go America, Walter Horst is going to be invited by every CO at every military post near his travel plans to "look over" their troops on maneuver or give a short talk about his experience as an enlisted solider becoming a high ranking officer.

I don't think his response is going to be very diplomatic.
 
Hmmm...... He may get mixed reactions. For one, now he would be one of the Jackasses who annoyed him for most of his career.

For another it would certainly be another acknowledgement of his career.

And finally, i suspect that getting a nobility rank would make him a viable candidate for an occupation in his final years that would be ideal to pass his knowledge on the younger generations, have "Fun"


..... And being unanimously labeled as a "Cruel And Unusual Crime against Human Rights" by the following Decade of people that Horst was inflicted on....... Headmaster of the Imperial War Academy.....

He'd spend the rest of his life getting on his own nerves
 
If and when he gets to go America, Walter Horst is going to be invited by every CO at every military post near his travel plans to "look over" their troops on maneuver or give a short talk about his experience as an enlisted solider becoming a high ranking officer.

I don't think his response is going to be very diplomatic.
What's going to make Patton very happy by one thing. He's likely still West Point's headmaster.
 
Hmmm...... He may get mixed reactions. For one, now he would be one of the Jackasses who annoyed him for most of his career.

For another it would certainly be another acknowledgement of his career.

And finally, i suspect that getting a nobility rank would make him a viable candidate for an occupation in his final years that would be ideal to pass his knowledge on the younger generations, have "Fun"


..... And being unanimously labeled as a "Cruel And Unusual Crime against Human Rights" by the following Decade of people that Horst was inflicted on....... Headmaster of the Imperial War Academy.....
Holy crap this needs to happen. This crusty former NCO would treat this as nearly pornographic, though.
 
He'd spend the rest of his life getting on his own nerves
Why? When he would have several Years worth of Rookies wet behind the ears to impart his wisdom, relax said nerves and make sure that the students DO NOT FORGET his lessons.... and maybe create one or two new forms of mental trauma for the shrinks to label.... :biggrin::openedeyewink:
 
One of Walter Horst's aides-de-camp[0] will collect 'Horstisms' which will wind up getting published by samisdat throughout the planet's military services. It escapes into the civilian sector and gets published as 'How To Build Soldiers That Win Wars.'

[0] Plural form of aide-de-camp like 'attorneys general' or 'notaries public.'
 

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One of Walter Horst's aides-de-camp[0] will collect 'Horstisms' which will wind up getting published by samisdat throughout the planet's military services. It escapes into the civilian sector and gets published as 'How To Build Soldiers That Win Wars.'

[0] Plural form of aide-de-camp like 'attorneys general' or 'notaries public.'

Businesses will also proceed to adopt these. As will certain summer camps. Heck, it may even become a popular parenting book.


We may just see a world where the highest form of social development is the end result of being reduced to a quivering mass of gelatin by a screaming German.
 
Businesses will also proceed to adopt these. As will certain summer camps. Heck, it may even become a popular parenting book.


We may just see a world where the highest form of social development is the end result of being reduced to a quivering mass of gelatin by a screaming German.

Fear-inducing screaming might work for entry-level low-skilled workers but skilled workers are likely to down tools and walk off the job, possibly making their displeasure known with a pipe wrench or framing hammer upside the head. "I'm a CPA/carpenter/plumber/high ironworker/machinist/pilot and you can't talk to me that way!"
 

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Yeah, anyone who's managed and tried to coerce anyone in a skilled trade knows that you actually work for them.

The Horst-system will not go over well without a court-martial-enforced chain of command to back it up.
 
I would like to mention the Japanese businessman, and the abuse he willingly takes.

Would it be significently different from the Japanese businessman's normal working environment?

Got to point that these are the OTL Japanese.

Here the ones that will be in government post War are the IJN faction, that after learning from the ass kicking magistral class courtesy of Admiral Schmidt, and it's aid also to the hour of dealing with the IJA'S Talibán wannabe attitude have learned that there are 3 methods to solving your problems.

A : Diplomatic Talk and Understanding

And if it fails...

B : Generous Use of Heavy Naval Artillery

C : Ninja Murderhobo the shit outta your more recalcitrant adversaries.

D : Try Diplomatic Talk again so someone with common sense pops, otherwise repeat B and C until either someone with a brain and self preservation sense pops or all the idiot ones gets their Darwin Medal.

So, i can imagine that ITTL Japanese will have more Backbone and common sense than OTL i guess....
 
Part 41, Chapter 520
Chapter Five Hundred Twenty


15th January 1946

Chicago, Illinois

“While I don’t approve of your methods, I can’t say I’m heartbroken over the results” Nessa von Schmidt said.

The body of Edward Teller was laying in a washtub, in spite of the ice covering it, he was starting to smell. The two 9mm holes over his left eye clearly showed what killed him. Nessa remembered Teller from the Wilhelm Institute when she’d been a teenager. Needless to say, that had not been a happy partnership and it had played a role in Teller’s decision to leave Germany a decade earlier. The man had simply not been able to play well with others.

“Don’t look at me” Little said, “I just led Marty and John here because word was that there was a load of money on this guy’s head. What Marty did was damned cold.”

Apparently Martzel Ibarra had shot Teller in the face as soon as the door opened. Johann Schultz had taken one look around the room where Teller had been working and made a phone call for reinforcements. The German Embassy in Washington DC had in turn sent a coded message to Berlin. Nessa had been given five minutes to gather her things before being shoved into a car and driven to a Luftwaffe Base and put on a bomber that was flying a “training mission” to Nova Scotia. From there she’d been loaded onto a commercial aircraft and smuggled into America.

In the meantime, Schultz’s team had been watching the building from across the street. Martzel had known what they were dealing with and had convinced the others that waiting in the warehouse would be a very bad idea. Little was an asset from the local Negro community who Schultz had cultivated over the previous years, a street hustler who was doing this for the money. He’d been promised that he’d get the other half of the money he was owed as soon as this mission was over. That was buying his loyalty, for now.

When Nessa arrived, she’d come with an explosives expert. Their job was to make the device safe for examination or transport, if that was possible. As it had turned out the only radiation in the room was in a metal case and a lead lined crate in the corner. When crate was opened, what Nessa saw caused her breath to catch in her throat, the Geiger counter said that was not lead. It was smaller than she’d thought it would be, but it was something that she had hoped that she would never see in her professional career. “Keep that closed” She said.

From the looks of things, Teller had been building a wiring harness when he’d died. It was messy compared to what an expert might build but it didn’t have to be pretty to work. And judging from his notes there’s a good chance that it might have. This was the product of either genius or insanity. Then she saw the map, “Do you know this place?” Nessa asked.

Schultz took a look at it, “That’s the National Mall” He said, “That lunatic was going to blow up Washington during the State of the Union next week.”

“How bad would that be?” Nessa asked.

“Remember the Reichstag bombing?” Schultz asked.

Nessa nodded.

“This could have been a thousand times worse” Schultz said.

Later after everything had been crated up and loaded onto a van that had taken it to a ship owned by Imperial Shipping an anonymous call to the Chicago Police Department gave them the location of Teller’s body. An envelope containing more than enough money to keep Malcolm Little silent was passed to him.

The final disposition of the weapons grade plutonium and the device he’d been working on would remain a mystery for decades. The next day the office of J. Edger Hoover would receive a one sentence telegram. NEXT TIME, CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS.


18th January 1946

Berlin

“Gräfin Katherine von Mischner, Order of the Black Eagle and Dame Commander of the Order of Louise” Was how Kat was announced. Those were the only two decorations she needed to wear with this ridiculous gown. A breath later “And her escort, Herr Douglas Blackwood.” Kat almost burst out laughing at the second part, in Germany Doug was the afterthought. If that bothered him he didn’t let on. Tonight, was an example of Berlin trying to resume the social calendar. A grand ball in the Hohenzollern Palace. It was sort of ironic that on its surface this event seemed to embody everything that a leftist might think is wrong with the German Empire. Below the surface told a different story, two world wars and the subsequent events had decimated the old families that would have dominated such events two generations earlier. Kat was just one of several who’d gotten where they were by merit and not birth.

“Tonight, I can see why some in the press have started calling you the Emerald of Berlin” Doug said.

Kat was back to wearing a dark green gown, this one had been provided by Claus Voll. He had practically kicked down Kat’s front door to get her to wear one of his dresses to this event. He was so enthusiastic that Kat had been unable to tell him no. Tonight was about those who had been elevated socially in the recent days. Kat being one of them. The gown itself was totally unlike anything she would have picked out in a million years, tight as a glove and strapless. It was almost worth it to see the surprised look on Doug’s face when she had walked down the stairs. He had looked like he’d been poleaxed.

“Generalfeldmarschall Markgraf von Holz sends his regrets but he will not be attending tonight” Was announced. That was hardly a surprise. Maria had been ordered to maintain bedrest for the remainder of her pregnancy. When Kat had seen her that afternoon Maria looked like she was ready to pop at any second. Emil had made the choice to be with her, which was good for him.
 
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