What is needed is there to be live television coverage of this event and for Anton Faust to be filming in glorious Technicolor just to put everything in perspective.

"L'audace, l'audace, toujours l'audace: von Wolvogle's Legacy by Leni Riefenstal and Anton Faust - combines historical footage, interviews with contemporaries and modern re-enactment to chronicle the life and times of one of recent history's most decorated and celebrated men Generalfeldmarschall Manfred von Wolvogle and the effect he left on the modern Heer. Includes exclusive color coverage of Kurt Knispeil's cavalry raid on Berlin to claim the hand of his daughter Lagerta von Wolvogle."
--Television program description in the Berliner Tageblatt​
 
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I wonder what "Medicine Sans Frontiers" is when translated to German. I can see Kat going on an assignment with Douglas to a Famine or Disaster and being moved to mobilize her contact list to do something positive about it.

Google translate says 'Ärzte ohne Grenz'
 
Part 46, Chapter 614
Chapter Six Hundred Fourteen


17th September 1947

Seattle, Washington

As always Nancy got weird looks when she picked up her mail. Every week letters came in from friends and as always, she had subscribed to several news magazines. The issue she had was that the weekly magazine from Berlin the she received came in a plain manila envelope. The University of Washington had looked askance at that until she showed them that Der Spiegel was news as opposed to pornography. Kat had found that amusing in her letters and suggested that it said a great deal about the dirty little minds of the men asking the questions.

Sitting down at a table in the cafeteria, Nancy started opening the letters. Gianna had been writing about how she had started correspondence with two of her cousins who lived in Canada, Zoé and Laure. Nancy thought that was wonderful. Kat had written about how she thought that Gerta was making some poor life choices. Then in news that Nancy found disheartening. Kat, Helene and Gerta had gotten into a huge argument. At the time Kat had sent the letter at the end of August the three of them were still hardly on speaking terms. When Nancy had lived at the house in Berlin she had liked how everyone had gotten along. It was too bad they were having problems. Then Nancy opened the envelope containing the magazine and saw the feature article and started laughing. It looked like things had turned out okay for Gerta after all.

“Care to tell me what’s so funny” A man asked.

Nancy looked up and saw that it was another Government agent type, she’d learned to recognize the haircut. She really was starting to wish that they would leave her alone.

“A friend of mine got married, her boyfriend… er, I mean, husband went to some rather great lengths to get her to except his proposal” Nancy replied. The magazine was open to a two-page spread of horsemen in archaic looking uniforms charging down the street right at the person holding the camera. The late model car parked on the street that they were going past was the only thing that made it clear that this wasn’t something from a century earlier. Nancy saw the name D. Blackwood for the photo credit, go figure.

“Is that what’s going on there?” The man asked incredulously.

“Yes” Nancy replied, “And unless you tell me who you are I’m not saying anything else to you.”

“Very well, John Aleshire, I’m a Special Agent from the Federal Bureau of Investigation” He replied, “I’m just following up on a matter that was discussed with you before you departed for Europe.”

“You need to talk to the State Department, I already told them everything I learned from the year I spent abroad. Which wasn’t much.”

“How are you so sure of that?” Aleshire asked.

“Other than studying, course work, lectures and deciphering the sloppy handwriting on twenty-year-old letters I didn’t have time to do very much” Nancy replied as she turned the page. It was a wonderful photograph of Gerta and her Bohemian Major atop a horse, then on the opposite page was a photograph of Kat, Gia, Asia and Ilse at the impromptu reception in the park. Aleshire looked deflated by her answer.

“Are they in a forest?” Aleshire asked.

“It’s actually a park in the middle of Berlin” Nancy said, “It’s quite beautiful.” She was getting annoyed by Aleshire. Why was he still here? She stared at him, there was a ring on his left hand meaning that he should have known better than to bother with Nancy. She was also not the type who welcomed that sort of thing.

“I’m sorry” He said, “I was just curious is all.”

“Take your curiosity elsewhere” Nancy said, “If you have any other questions you can speak with my attorney. Do you need the phone number?”

“No, that’s quite alright” Aleshire replied.

With that the FBI Agent walked off. He seemed a strange sort for law enforcement.


Wunsdorf-Zossen

While Helene was happy that things had worked out for Gerta there was a part of her that was secretly disappointed. Her hope was that Gerta would run aground on the shoals of her own frivolity. If for no other reason to teach her not to be such a flake in the future. Instead, Gerta had quite literally had a knight, albeit without shining armor, swoop in to save her. Had Gerta really learned anything? Helene didn’t know. It would also take a long time for Helene to get over some of the things that Gerta had said. That Helene had only ever engaged in faux rebellion and that she let her father have a huge amount of control of her thoughts, the first chance she got she had reverted to becoming exactly what her parents had wanted.

The aggravating part was that as Helene knew that what Greta had said was true. It was hard to argue otherwise as she was holding Manfred, a baby named for her father to her breast. Her role as a wife and mother were all he had ever envisioned for her. It was aggravating. Helene knew she had to make some changes or she would become her mother in a few years. The idea of becoming a teacher still interested her but that would require going back to University and starting an apprenticeship, but she was realizing that would be a small price to pay if she wanted to have a life that wasn’t entirely defined by other people. Luckily, Hans would support whatever she decided to do…

There was a knock on the door. Helene knew that it was very seldom that anything good came of someone knocking on the door late at night. “I’ve got him, Ma’am” The Nannie said as she helped Helene with Manfred. As Helene closed her bathrobe she watched as the Nannie, a retired pediatric nurse who her mother had hired, held him to her shoulder and tried to get him to burp. Perhaps she had to admit that her mother had gotten that part right.

Helene went to the front door and saw that Hans had fallen asleep on the couch again, dead to the world. Hans really did work too hard this time of the year. She would need to wake him up as soon as whatever this was was dealt with. Through the peephole she saw it was Albrecht standing out there. This was a long way from Kiel where he had been living lately.

“What are you doing here, Bert?” Helene asked as she opened the door.

“I need your help” Albrecht replied as he walked in.

“Regarding?”

“This” Albrecht said as he was digging through the satchel made of waterproofed canvas that had been a gift from their mother when he’d started at University. He pulled out a folder that contained several hundred sheets of paper and handed it to her. “I had an offer made to me and I need your advice.”

Helene looked through the pages and knew what she was looking at. She walked over and kicked the couch, Hans sat up suddenly, “What!” He exclaimed.

“Take a look at this” Helene said handing Hans the folder.

Hans flipped through it and read the summery page. “This is an extraordinary offer” He said to Albrecht, “But when your father finds out it’s going to kill him.” Then Hans noticed the look Helene’s face, the vague smile, for her that would be a delicious bonus.
 
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Md139115

Banned
The study of nuclear physics was immeasurably advanced on September 19, 1947 when the world’s first heavy-element fusion reaction occurred at Kiel. Although not all details are certain, it appears that this was caused by the merger under intense heat and pressure of Admiral Jakob Schmidt and Marshal Manfred von Richthofen.

Although the explosion utterly destroyed Kiel and devastated a sizable chunk of Mecklenburg, the advances in particle physics created by this has immesureably increased our understanding of the subject, putting us on a strong path to harnessing this energy for peaceful generation...

- Development of the Fusion Reactor
by Dr. Robert Oppenheimer, 1967
 
Like the Red Queen I can believe six impossible things before breakfast but it's stretching my willing suspension of disbelief for Kurt and Hans to come up with anything that'll get Gerta's attitude into something even remotely congruent with consensus reality.

My dear Peabody-Martini, please forgive me for doubting you. My thinking-out-of-the-box quotient is abysmally deficient in dealing with such a marvelously creative writer.
 
Part 46, Chapter 615
Chapter Six Hundred Fifteen


19th September 1947

Berlin

The Castle in Friedrichshain was hard to demolish by design, it was made of steel-reinforced concrete and was gigantic. The plan was to use explosives to partially collapse the Flak towers then backfill the remainder to create an artificial hill. When Hans had learned of it he had joked to Helene about how if they had a body to hide now was the time and that they should not tell her father. Graf von Richthofen would have cheerfully killed her brother Albrecht the day before.

Albrecht was still mulling over the deal that he’d been offered if he joined the Kaiserliche Marine. Simply put, if he completed training and completed his time as a Cadet at Sea he would be posted to the Staff of Grand Admiral von Schmidt. He would eventually have his pick of assignments and all of that was in writing. Hans had told him that all promises made by the OKW were subject to review and “The recruiter lied” was a favorite joke in the training depots. But Hans had pointed out that in this case the recruiter was von Schmidt himself and that this was perhaps a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Then had come telling Manfred von Richthofen about the offer in the family’s Berlin townhouse. To say that he was livid at the prospect of his son joining the Navy was an understatement. He had sat there in silence for the rest of the evening with the vein in his forehead throbbing. The next day Helene had found out about the imminent destruction of Flak tower. Now they had found themselves walking through the tower as Helene had wanted to take one last look around before it all got blown up and buried.

The last time Helene had been in the plotting room it had been right before she’d been sent to Warsaw, it had been a hive of activity. Now all the equipment had been removed and it was silent.

“This was where you lived and worked?” Hans asked.

“This was where I worked” Helene replied, “I lived a few floors below this one.”

When Hans had heard Helene describe this place the description had not encompassed the sheer scale of it. From here Helene had been involved in coordinating the air defense of not just Berlin but a good portion of Northern Germany. While he was getting pushed back in Poland, she had been here as the city, and even the Castle itself, had come under constant attack from the Russian Air Force. These two towers had housed the plotting room, key radar installations and dozens of antiaircraft gun emplacements. They had also held the vaults where Berlin’s art treasures where stored, a hospital and provided shelter for thousands of civilians. Now it was just sitting empty, first the victim of budget cuts and then the changing reality of war.


Seattle, Washington

After a few years chasing after crooked stockbrokers and working closely with the Securities and Exchange Commission, John Aleshire had been abruptly reassigned from Washington D.C. to the Seattle Field Office to work in Interstate crime and smuggling. It had been part of the restructuring after the Director had vanished. Experienced Agents from the Field Offices had been transferred to D.C. and relatively new Agents had been moved out to the Field Offices. The Senior Agents in D.C. had found themselves in a world of shit. J. Edger Hoover had been compromised by La Cosa Nostra and God knows who else, something that had been a total shock to everyone. John had been there in D.C. and had watched as the FBI had become radioactive to the other Government Agencies. Being transferred to Seattle had been a relief and contrary to the belief in D.C. it was a busy seaport, not a sleepy frontier town by any stretch of the imagination. It had come as a surprise when John had been asked to do a brief follow up with a coed who had apparently blundered into the world of international politics, a Communications major at the University of Washington by the name of Nancy Jensen.

It had not until John had been typing up the incident report that he had understood Nancy’s increasingly hostile attitude. She had assumed that he had been hitting on her. She had also seen the wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand and drawn some inaccurate conclusions. The truth was that John had only been interested in the German language magazine that she had been reading. It might have seemed strange, but he was deeply curious about the land where his Grandfather had come from and that magazine along with the young woman reading it had offered a window.

It had taken several phone calls, but John had convinced the State Department to read him in on Miss Jensen. To his surprise he had learned that she had volunteered to be an asset for the Office of Strategic Services and had provided a great deal of valuable information. She had been adjacent to the halls of power within Berlin. She might not have had access herself, but she had been friends with the wives and daughters of those who were. It had taken a few more phone calls but John had located a copy of the magazine that Nancy had been looking at and she had been telling the truth. The article was about the odd human-interest story of an Officer from the German Army’s Armored Corps leading a mock cavalry raid on Berlin to impress the object of his affections with a grand romantic gesture. The young lady in question being the daughter of the late Field Marshal von Wolvogle. Someone who Miss Jensen called a friend. No wonder the State Department considered her so valuable.
 
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Chapter Six Hundred Fifteen

19th September 1947

Seattle, Washington

After a few years chasing after crooked stockbrokers and working closely with the Securities and Exchange Commission, John Aleshire had been abruptly reassigned from Washington D.C. to the Seattle Field Office to work in Interstate crime and smuggling. It had been part of the restructuring after the Director had vanished. Experienced Agents from the Field Offices had been transferred to D.C. and relatively new Agents had been moved out to the Field Offices. The Senior Agents in D.C. had found themselves in a world of shit. J. Edger Hoover had been compromised by La Cosa Nostra and God knows who else, something that had been a total shock to everyone. John had been there in D.C. and had watched as the FBI had become radioactive to the other Government Agencies.

Hmm. Lansky sold J. Edna to Schultz in 1941 so anyone Schultz infiltrated would only have a maximum of seven years with the Bureau, not that senior so they're less likely to get tagged.

Being transferred to Seattle had been a relief and contrary to the belief in D.C. it was a busy seaport, not a sleepy frontier town by any stretch of the imagination. It had come as a surprise when John had been asked to do a brief follow up with a coed who had apparently blundered into the world of international politics, a Communications major at the University of Washington by the name of Nancy Jensen.

It had not until John had been typing up the incident report that he had understood Nancy’s increasingly hostile attitude. She had assumed that he had been hitting on her. She had also seen the wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand and drawn some inaccurate conclusions. The truth was that John had only been interested in the German language magazine that she had been reading. It might have seemed strange, but he was deeply curious about the land where his Grandfather had come from and that magazine along with the young woman reading it had offered a window.

Careful there, John. Mention that to the wrong people and you might get a visit from a helpful fellow from the German Consulate or possibly an counterintelligence agent from the OSS or State Department.
 
You must remember that Special Agent Aleshire was recruited by Schultz and Abwehr to join the FBI as an asset, this could a request by the BND to keep tabs on Nancy to see if there is more to the Kat and Nancy story.
 
Part 46, Chapter 616
Chapter Six Hundred Sixteen


4th October 1947

7600 Meters over the Mid-Atlantic, South-West of the Azores

Augustus Lang had never traveled this far before, it might have amazed many to learn that the former Chancellor had only left Germany a handful of times. The truth was that he didn’t like to travel and if he had to travel he preferred to do it by train. Unfortunately, this was the fastest way to get where he was going. Hurtling through the atmosphere in a fragile metal tube was not Lang’s idea of fun.

Rhona was sitting next to him reading a book and Emil was in the row in front of them sleeping. Rhona had insisted that they take this trip now because Emil would be starting University soon and it was their last chance to do something like this as a family. Meeting long lost relatives of Lang’s was the icing on the cake for her. When she had found out that Lang’s mother had moved to Buenos Aires and restarted her life she’d been curious, then she had found out that he had been avoiding his half-brother’s effort at making contact for years. That was the sort of thing that was just not acceptable from her perspective.

Now, it was off to Argentina for two weeks to listen to his Mother’s family tell them about their lives since she had had divorced his father decades earlier. Something that Lang wasn’t interested in listening to.


Potsdam

“My mother had no idea what money was the first time she entered a store” Gianna said when she had suggested this expedition. Other thing this this represented was a chance to escape the palace for a bit. She really felt for Freddy, he would never be able to live a normal life. That could be you too if things had been only slightly different, she thought to herself. She needed to thank Kat some time for saving her from that.

“How do you do make any choices?” Freddy asked looking around the corner market.

“It depends on what you need” Gianna answered.

“Need?”

Gianna heard that and figured that this would be harder than she thought. Freddy had never once needed anything in his life, much less had to go to the store and buy it. It reminded her of almost the exact same sort of incident when her Mother and Aunt Olga had snuck out to go to a store when they were children. They had no idea what money even was, much less how to use it. Then her life had been radically altered first by the First World War, the Russian revolution and then by the existence she found when she lived exile in an isolated corner of British Columbia. By the time Gianna came along Tatiana had stretched every penny.

“Mama likes these” Freddy said pointing to the rack that contained chocolate bars.

“It would be thoughtful” Gianna said, “But Gräfin Katherine would be very cross with you if you got any of those for your mother.”

“Nice understatement there” Schafer said as he overheard that. Kat had been trying to change the habits of the Empress in terms of diet and exercise. The result was a huge contest of wills that Gianna had been happy to escape from this afternoon. Admittedly, it was necessary. That didn’t mean that it was fun to be around.

“What about these?” Freddy asked as he entered the small produce section of the market. There were apples that were green with red streaks.

“Those are really good” Gianna said, “Seasonal though, you can only get them this time of year.”

Freddy started to grab some of them off the display when Gianna handed him one of the paper bags. “Try this, it will work better” She said.

The Clerk had been watching all of this with amusement, he was an older man with a grey mustache. As soon as they had walked in he had swiftly rung up the other customers to clear the store, something that made this whole thing easier. The family that owned this store was used to the presence of soldiers of the First Foot Guard. Seeing the Crown Prince here was a new experience for them. Freddy walked towards the counter, he watched in amazement as the Clerk weighed the bag of apples and told him the price. He reluctantly handed the Clerk the 50 Pfennig coin that that Gianna had given him. He had clearly seen the coin as a gift from her. The change that the clerk gave back to him with a smile clearly didn’t have the same meaning to him.

“Thank you, Prince Friedrich” The Clerk said with a smile.

Freddy was clearly surprised that a total stranger recognized who he was. Gianna was once again amazed by how sheltered he was.

“Tell the man you’re welcome” Gianna said to Freddy.

After a second of indecision, Freddy did as he was told, and he took Gianna’s hand as they walked out of the store. He clutched the bag with his other hand. They were immediately rejoined by the half dozen guards who had escorted them down from the Palace. A brisk wind was blowing. A reminder that it was now autumn. As soon as they were back on the Palace grounds Freddy started handing the apples out to the guards who were with them.

“Keep one for yourself” Gianna told Freddy.

“Why” He asked, the thought had clearly not occurred to him and giving the apples away was great fun.

“Because you should be able to enjoy one” Gianna replied.

“Here” Schafer said as he handed Freddy half of the apple he had just cored and Gianna the other half. That made things easier. Gianna took a bite and enjoyed the tart taste. For lack of anything better to do Freddy handed the bag with the last apple to Schafer.
 
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And so Gianna can hide and live in plain sight. Also, it's truly a revolutionary era time for monarchy when the previous chief lady in waiting was a commando and the current one (as Gianna) is a budding journalist.
 
And so Gianna can hide and live in plain sight. Also, it's truly a revolutionary era time for monarchy when the previous chief lady in waiting was a commando and the current one (as Gianna) is a budding journalist.

Gianna is the Maid of the Chamber, Chief if the Maids of the Court. The Chief Lady in waiting, the Mistress of the Robes, remains Cecilie of Mecklenburg-Schwerin, the mother of Louis Ferdinand. But you do have a valid point.
 
We are seeing the process of how the next Kaiser is being trained on how to live in a modern Germany, it is very appropriate that the only granddaughter of the Czar who was disposed and who's family was latter massacred, be in charge.
My question is will Gianna finally allow herself to become Jehane and all that it entails?
 
So Germany, likely followed by the British, will produce the first "Modern" Royal family who'll know the answer if anyone asks "how much is a loaf of bread"? *




*Cliche question thrown at politicians in order to show how out of touch they are, so much so that the cost of bread and milk is put in Ministers briefing packs before a visit.
 
“How would you like to go to Patagonia, Kat?” Doug whispered.

“Was hast du gesagt?” Kat replied, her voice muzzy with sleep. What did you say?

Yeah, and with their stupid luck and happenstance they'll encounter Martin King.

By the way, what are the German Empire's inheritance taxes? IIRC the British "death duties" (inheritance taxes) were 50% and some families were reduced to penury after the father got killed leading his regiment, the eldest son got killed leading his batallion, the middle son got killed leading his company and the youngest son got killed leading his platoon leaving the family with 1/32 of their former wealth.
 
The plan for the independence of the German Pacific Islands is win for all sides.
For the newly reclaimed islands this will give them something that they have never had before, the right to determine their own destinies.
They will have access to German markets, receive financial and technology support and will have defense agreements with Germany.

For the United States their main concern was that Germany was going to do what Japan did IOTL and ITTL fortifying the islands to use as a forward base to attack U.S. possessions in the Pacific, this why the United States is making all of these overflights and incursion into territorial waters, to see what Germany was up to.
With independence being granted to the Islanders, the United States is going to see a much smaller German naval presence in the Pacific and this will ease their fears.
The United States will respect the independence of the Islanders as it will be in their best interests to do so.

For Germany providing financial and technical support to the Islanders is going to be much cheaper than governing the islands themselves.
I have no doubt that there was surveys done by the various ministries on the needs for the newly reclaimed possessions and the cost to bring them up to standards was probably more than it was worth.
By granting independence to the Islanders it will reassure the Americans that Germany doesn't have designs on the American possessions in the Pacific and this will reduce tensions in the region.
Germany can build naval refueling stations and airstrips without having to station a large number of personals and the support facilities that would be needed if there was still the fears about what the United States was up to in their game of chicken with the KLM.
 
I understood the snippet to mean that the islands constituted themselves as federal states of the German Empire (i.e. gaining representation in the Reichstag etc.), mirroring how the territory of Hawaii joined the United States of America a few years later OTL. That's not anything resembling the independence you seem to speak about.

Though I could be wrong, I am not totally clear on how Germany's relationship with its sphere of influence is supposed to work, what with them being independent states as far as I remember but a Bohemian citizen serving in the Heer (though apparently Bohemia is also on the verge of being integrated).
 
I took it to mean it was something like it was a "British Commonwealth of Nations plus" type of deal where the Islanders are independent and also have a representative in the Reichstag.
Just as the Kaiser is also the King of Poland, the Kaiser is going to be the High King of the various Pacific Islands nations that were once German territories, then became Japanese territories, and now back to being German territories.
Poland is part of the Empire but is independent of Germany, Bohemia and Slovakia are Protecrerates of the Empire, not independent but not States of Germany, they basically run their own internal affairs and have military forces but it is under the direction from Berlin.
 
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