Wonder what Willy Brandt (or rather Herbert Ernst Karl Frahm) be up to?
Well the Right won't be able to annoy him by addressing him as "Herr Major " TTL but he might not be a prominent figure. Lang has already invented Ostpolitik .And Nordpolitik, Sudpolitik, Westpolitik.....
Well the Right won't be able to annoy him by addressing him as "Herr Major " TTL but he might not be a prominent figure. Lang has already invented Ostpolitik .And Nordpolitik, Sudpolitik, Westpolitik.....

Still, the man had abilities. He could find an interesting role, especially if he remains a journalist, though it's a changed world.
"It's a changed world."

Yanno, it might be a Master's or Ph.D. thesis in History or Creative Writing or something to come up with a metric describing the divergence of a timeline from OTL. Use something like a full Mothra for a timeline that's totally divergent and fractional Mothras for smaller differences.

POD: the French are alerted by Lang and Holz cutting the wire.

POD+24h: the 140th Regiment's attack is delayed 24 hours giving time for the entire Regiment to move up. Divergence=0.1 Mothras.

POD+36h: 140th Regiment takes Fort Souville. Div=0.3 Mothras.

POD+48h: French retreat from Verdun. Div=0.8 Mothras.
The funniest thing about this timeline is that it is in many way ending up as a funhouse mirror of the OTL Cold War.
Except the USA sort of takes the place of the USSR & The German Empire subbing for America.

Where the analogy breaks down is in the fact that neither side sees the other as an existential threat.

However a lot of the same global power/political dynamics will exist here. And while the US government is reacting with it typical blundering when it is in an changing situation and hasn’t realized that yet.
I think that once the changed situation has been processed & the US government gets its feet back under it.

Well, I think that the German Empire will find that it’s position in the world is not quite as secure as it believed. And that the US & UK sure do have a lot in common.
Also that a little under the table US support for antigerman movements in various parts of the world can make things somewhat uncomfortable to very unpleasant for Germany depending on the situation.
I wouldn't be too sure about that. The USA and Germany aren't really existential threats to each other but the USA is more ideologically opposed to the British and French colonial Empires than Germany is. The endgame in those colonial empires will be a huge thing for Britain, France, Italy and Portugal for the next 25 or 30 years.
A Baldwin 2DD1 as depicted in the last chapter. One of the most impressive steam locomotives, in my opinion. View attachment 369671
an even bigger train. But not as cheap.
I suspect the Germans will not have the Money to invest in something like this for a while yet.


Hitler's Breitspurbahn

The Breitspur long-distance railway (Reichsspurbahn) itself was one of the gigantic projects of the Nazi regime. This was a monumental enlarged new railway, which should connect and develop Europe with a gauge of 3 meters and corresponding size.


At first even larger gauges with 3.7 m and 4 m were considered.
In the train with the 2-story wagons and locomotives even cinemas should have space. Yes, even ships wanted to be transported.


The hoped-for effect of this railway, which had been enlarged into the unreal, was on the one hand the great transcontinental transport capacities, on the other hand the colossal psychological effect of the new means of transport, which, in conjunction with the monumental buildings, was to signal the strength of the former regime.


In 1942 Luftschiffbau Zeppelin even made plans for 4-story trains (Schienenzeppeline) with 6 and 9 m !! Gauge before. Although work was carried out on the "Breitspurbahn" project until the end of the war, it did not go beyond the planning stage or the track surveys.


Further information is also available at Breitspureisenbahn.

In the DB Museum in Nuremberg you will find some models of this broad gauge railway, as well as in the German-Russian Museum Karlshorst in Berlin. Here, in the scale 1: 43.5 clearly the size difference between the conventional gauge and the broad gauge railway can be seen.



these very broad gauges would allow the navy to move U-boats or other ships by rail to the pacific.
It would be useful for moving heavy equipment to mines in Siberia.
A hospital train on that system could be very impressive.

the American version


In Pictures: “An Album of Railway Engines”

Between our more detailed pieces it is nice, occasionally, to draw breath. Beginning in 1875 cigarette cards became a popular collectable in both the UK and abroad. They often featured illustrations of various modes of transport, with locomotives particularly popular.
other locos
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Breitspur was just an idiotic Nazi dream.
I think this Germany will probably use Maglevs, especially since they have much more advanced tech than OTL.
Is that big Baldwin a 'Mallet' going backwards?

It's not actually going backwards; it's balanced and optimized for running cab forwards. This configuration is not good for the crew in case of a wreck, but the visibility is excellent, and the crew doesn't get gassed in tunnels; there were a lot of tunnels on that railroad's line.
Part 49, Chapter 650
Chapter Six Hundred Fifty

16th April 1948


It was something that Erma Tangeman had wanted to do for years but had not considered it worth the legal problems that would result. Now she was looking had copies of her pamphlets that had been translated to English. These were just the proofs, at that very moment thousands more were being printed. Once that was completed, they were to be boxed and shipped. In the coming weeks they would be distributed across the Americas and the British Empire. The intention was that they would go to universities and hospitals. However, Tangeman knew that no more than a few of them would go to any one location. The whole purpose of this wasn’t to inform directly, it was to provoke a reaction that would inform far more people than handing them a pamphlet ever would. Tangeman had spoken the truth that her only regret would be that she wouldn’t get to see the look on their faces when it was discovered that she was far beyond any attempt at extradition.

“Still intent on picking a fight?” Peter asked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” Tangeman replied. Peter was taking this as well as she supposed he could have, supporting her and keeping from pouring too much of herself into things.


Sophie opened the mailbox and saw a collection of letters, mostly bills but there was one from Helene and another from Gia Strobel. She had a pleasant dinner with the Berlin crowd as she had come to think of them. After the fact she had discovered that they had access to the highest levels of power in that house. The strange woman on the chair had turned out to be one of the most well-known figures of the last decade but Sophie had an impossible time reconciling the public image with the real person. Quiet, despondent and barely able to keep her eyes open, the Gräfin had managed to eat only a few bites before disappearing upstairs.

According to Helene she wasn’t like that often but was a colossal pain when she was. It was her introduction to the others that was far more productive. Gia and Asia were trying to work their way up in the newspaper they worked for. They said that they didn’t want to spend the rest of their lives assisting Maria Acker or doing human interest stories. Ilse was different, she seemed lost. Helene said that everything Ilse had assumed about herself had proven wrong over the last year.

Opening the letters Sophie saw that Gia had written at length about train whistles and the local reaction to changes in the equipment. At the end, she wrote only a sentence about how the two-tone horns were American in origin and it was something she liked. Helene was all business, she wanted to know if Sophie had given any more thought to what they had discussed over the past months. Sure, Sophie had given it thought, plenty but she always came back to the same problems. None of the major political parties represented their interests. Helene was familiar with the nationalist, right-wing parties that her father was linked with politically and had made several jokes about how they tended to think of women as being only slightly more than livestock. As much as Sophie hated to admit it, she had encountered the exact same sort of attitudes in the anti-war movement. The various parties of the left had language in the party platforms that spoke to equality and inclusiveness, but the reality was very different. In the letter that Sophie was composing to send back to Helene she pointed out that to move up in the parties required years of work and patronage, they were at an automatic disadvantage because of it.

Then there was the aspect of how things were measured as a society. During the height of the Second World War, when soldiers were dying at the rate of several thousand per day the Gross Domestic Product had gone up. At first Sophie had thought it was a joke, but with how economists measured things a dead soldier had the associated costs of transport, processing, burial or cremation. People were making money off both the living and the dead in one of the most macabre cycles imaginable. There had to be a different metric. Then there were the sorts of things that got valued and why. It all made Sophie’s head spin.

Spandau Prison

In the resent past the executions here had been timed for maximum symbolic value. For Oskar the Government wanted nothing of the sort. They wanted it to be business as usual, nothing remarkable. The Senior Judge who had presided over his case had read aloud a brief statement about how it was a credit to the court that Oskar had been adjudicated fairly and impartially. Then the Judge had said that he did not take the matter lightly but having shown no remorse or taken any responsibility for his actions he had but one course of action. Oskar had seen his defense visibly deflate when that was said and knew what the next words were going to be. Having been found guilty on all counts beyond any doubt, Oskar Dirlewanger was to be executed by the State at a time, place and method of their choosing.

The trip from the Court House to the prison had been a blur to Oskar, the guards seemed unusually buoyant and then there was the prison itself. The whole place seemed aware of the fact that he was one of the truly condemned. Then had come the wait, the long hours as his worthless defense tried in vain to keep him from going to the block. Oskar didn’t care about any of that, he knew what the real score was. The world still needed to hear the full story about his various prizes and they were not about to let him die until they got that story. It was one last manipulation he had prepared.

“No one gives a shit” the guard told him that afternoon as they led him through the prison to the yard, “They only want you erased from the ledger.”

It was a bright, sunny spring afternoon, Oskar realized he could hear birds singing. What sort of bullshit was that? Was the thought that ran through his head as his neck was placed on the block and his ears were filled with the sound of a loud thud. He also thought that the sensation of rolling forward that followed was crap as well.
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Originally i was going to put the classic bad joke drum roll... then i found this video and for some absurd reason it was more amusing as the final punch roll for our psycho here.
Part 48, Chapter 651
Chapter Six Hundred Fifty-One

19th April 1948


She was healthy, and everything was normal. What a sick joke that was. Medical science said one thing, the way Kat felt said another. Doctor Holz had taken a leave without explanation, not that he owed anybody one and his replacement, Doctor Harman had insisted that she undergo an immediate checkup to make sure that there wasn’t a physiological basis for her depression. She had already decided she didn’t like Harman when he said that her being in the middle of a depressive episode represented an excellent opportunity to investigate such disorders. She had absolutely no desire to be anyone’s experiment. after Doctor Harman had gotten through reading the results of the latest round of tests she had let him talk at her for the next hour only answering direct questions with yes or no. The worst part was that Harman seemed totally at a loss when it came to her. He probably meant well but it was clear that he simply didn’t understand who she was. The harshest moment came when he asked about Gerta naming her daughter for Kat’s mother. Kat had no idea where he might have learned that detail, but it was none of his business and she simply refused to talk about it.

If Kat was being honest with herself, her current problems were entirely about her own indecision regarding the future and the choices she had to make. Douglas had said nothing, but Kat could tell that he wanted more than they currently had, and that would create friction in the future. There were some things that she just couldn’t bring herself to talk about, much less agree to. Then there was the prospect of working for the BII, that would require going back to school for certain specialized education. Something that would preclude every other consideration.

Doctor Holz would understand completely, he had been there while Kat struggled with the idea that she needed to think more than a few hours into the future. Now, it felt like once again she had the expectations of others hemming her in. No one needed to tell her that life was unfair, but it seemed like all the forces that had briefly made her happy were now conspiring to rip her life to shreds.

“What is your opinion about the execution of Oskar Dirlewanger?” Doctor Harman asked.

“Excuse me” Kat replied.

“You don’t seem willing to talk about anything else” Harman said, “And my understanding is that you shot him, leading directly to his capture.

“Where are you getting this information from?”

“I have my sources” Harman said, “Useful when dealing with people trained to be neither trusting or forthcoming.”

New York City, New York

It was the early morning hours when a nondescript cardboard box was dropped off outside the Student Union at Columbia University. It was swiftly pulled inside, unknown to US Customs it had been loaded into the cargo hold of an outgoing flight from Tempelhof. In New York it had been grabbed by one of the cargo handlers and dropped into the trunk of a nearby car along with six other boxes, along with eight cars total. Inside were dozens of pamphlets titled Human Sexuality and Options which raised a few eyebrows by itself. The contents, which were done in a direct and candid manner raised even more.

These appeared as if by magic across the United States and Canada. By the time the local police were informed most of the pamphlets had been dispersed and almost two days would pass before it would be discovered that it was a coordinated effort. Eliot Ness, the new head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation announced that they had discovered evidence of an international conspiracy. This was driven home when a second and third wave of pamphlets arrived in the following days. While the FBI did discover individuals involved there was never any more than a few people involved in any one locality. The only person who seemed to be coordinating the effort was a Doctor Erma Tangeman of the University of Berlin’s Clinic. Attempts to begin extradition proceeding against Doctor Tangeman to stand trial in the United States for violations of the Comstock Act, Conspiracy and whatever else they could think of were rebuffed. The British and Canadian Governments were right in line behind them in an example of transatlantic solidarity that had grown rare in recent years. Doctor Tangeman’s poor health was sighted as a reason why she would be unable to travel for the foreseeable future. They questioned this and were provided with documentation proving that Doctor Tangeman was suffering from a terminal illness.

As it turned out, Erma Tangeman’s prediction about being unable to see the look on their faces when they learned that she would soon be beyond their reach were wrong. It was beamed directly into the parlor of her flat via television as they revealed themselves as being completely impotent. Dying might suck but seeing a concrete example of making a difference took a bit of the sting out of it. This was especially true considering that the fourth and fifth shipments were already outbound and Tangeman had learned that locally produced copies of her pamphlets were being produced. She’d won this last round, it was her hope that someone would pick up the torch and keep going. This all but insured that there would be thousands.
NICE! I LOVE Dr. Tangerman's coup there. Would Germany even consider violating the Comstock act to be an extraditable offense?

Seeing the small minded misogynistic, clergy dominated 1950's America punctured is a HOOT!
Good ridance. Well the only part of the Comstock laws that Even make sense to me was the one prohibiting the abortive distribution, and only foto the inherent risk of using the drugs without médical supervition. And maybe the porno one.