By the way, here's the Wiki entry fo the USS Montana. Basically, 12x16" guns, 28 knots (too slow to escort Essexes), really heavy armor, too big to fit through the Panama Canal, two catapults for 3-4 floatplanes.

I wonder about how the speeds of the Preussen and her sisters and that of the Graf von Richthofen match up.

With no war for the USA, the Panama Canal project may well have been finished, allowing the latest battleships and carriers to use it. That will also allow bigger freighters to get through.
 
A couple of thoughts:
I would really hate to find out what scares Jost.
It looks like President Dewey's foreign policy team strikes again, with the late entrance of the United States in the Pacific War, all it did was to push Japan in to the arms of it's "Honorable Foe" Germany.
For the big State Dinner there should be a few of the other Crown Heads of State of Europe attending to add prestige and respect for the Emperor of Japan.
The Olympics in London start on July 29th and I am of two minds, should Black athletes boycott the United States team or participate to show that they are part of "America's Team"?
 
Peabody, just wanted you to know that I'm still reading the timeline with great interest. Work has been absolutely insane, so I haven't had the brainpower to comment, but it's still kicking. Tilo's really grown up, that's for sure.
 
The Olympics in London start on July 29th and I am of two minds, should Black athletes boycott the United States team or participate to show that they are part of "America's Team"?

If any Black athletes are included would they ask for political asylum instead of returning to a racist USA?
 
Part 50, Chapter 667
Chapter Six Hundred Sixty-Seven


19th July 1948

Potsdam

It was cute, that was the term that the Jägers who watched over Friedrich used. The youngest daughter of the Japanese Emperor had sneaked away from the royal entourage and run into Freddy who had been out playing fetch with his dog. Despite the serious language and cultural differences, the girl had proven a perfectly willing partner in crime to Freddy. The two of them gone to see if the fruit on the plum trees was ripe yet while the staff of the Japanese Emperor had grown frantic looking for Suga.

Eventually they had thought to ask if anyone had seen the girl and learned that she was in the company of the Crown Prince which seemed innocent enough. However, they were less than thrilled by presence of the Squad of snipers from the 28th Regiment. The reputation of the Hellcat Regiment as being composed of merciless cutthroats was internationally known. The knowledge that a Company of the 28th Regiment was rotated through the First Foot Guard had come as a surprise to them. Fritz Shaffer thought it was a bit strange that they would have that reaction after the Japanese Imperial family had been in the custody of men from one of the Sealion MA units. Everyone knew that Marine Infantry were barely civilized. As far as Schaffer was concerned the Prince had made a new friend of which he didn’t many of to begin with. And the whole purpose of this visit was diplomacy, wasn’t it?

The dog was better received. Ueli had been a Christmas present from King George of England. The foxhound had spent his life in the company of not just Freddy but the other children as well. The big goofy dog knew what most people didn’t. There was no need for pretense when a sniff and lick were all that was needed to no longer be a stranger.


Kiel

The SMS Rhineland had been abruptly recalled to port because Grand Admiral von Schmidt had urgent personal business in Berlin. Everyone had heard the rumors. That von Schmidt had gone to be with his family due to the birth of his first grandson. But for common Sailors like Christoph and even Cadets like Albrecht the Admiral sat just below God and the Emperor as far as authority was concerned. As Albrecht had discussed it with Christoph, they had a tough time picturing someone like the Admiral as a Father and Grandfather.

While the Rhineland was in port the Admiral had left instructions that the ship be prepared for an Imperial inspection in a week’s time, a move that blindsided everyone even though they should have expected it. The Rhineland was the Flagship of the Atlantic Fleet while the SMS Preussen was in the Pacific and the SMS Brandenburg was in for refit. The Captain had given the Deck Officers and Senior Enlisted a free hand in enforcing that edict. The way that they had been going about it one would think that the Rhineland was on the verge of being a repeat of that British battleship, the HMS Rodney, that had sunk while tied up to the pier a few months earlier. It was a joke. The Rodney was waiting to be towed to the breakers and by the time the caretaker crew had discovered that she was taking on water it was too late to prevent what happened next. The ship hitting the harbor bottom was the only thing that kept her from turning turtle. Still, the visual of what was once the pride the British Navy resting on her side was a cautionary story that every Navy in the world had taken note of.

“I want this so clean you can eat off it!” Arend yelled at a cowering Matrose who had just tried and failed to meet his standards. Christoph and Albrecht could hear the Deck Officer’s voice echoing up from the working chamber. They had figured that it was safer standing watch at their duty stations when Arend Nuemann was on the prowl. If he thought that they needed something to do, then by God he would find something for them to do and the odds were good that they wouldn’t like whatever it was. They were also in theory, in supervisory roles, so they would get to stand over others doing things even less pleasant.

“Take the lumps and don’t be stupid” Christoph whispered.

“What?” Albrecht whispered back.

“That Matrose” Christoph replied, “He gives Pops any lip then Pops will use his head to mop the floor, so he’ll know how to do it right next time.”

“If you could show me what you have in mind, Sir” The Matrose said with a quavering voice.

Christoph just shook his head when he heard that. Not only had the Matrose said something at a time when saying anything was extremely stupid he’d said it in a way that would make him look weak in the eyes of the Deck Officer. There was a long silent moment that followed.

“He’s going to pay a price for that?” Albrecht asked.

“With interest” Christoph answered.

The whole concept of schadenfreude was deeply flawed, but as the two of them listened they couldn’t help but feel better him than me. Arend started asking questions, the sort that had no correct answer. He started asking about the state of the deck that was supposed to be clean but steadily grew more perverse. By the time Arend was through the Matrose was a quivering wreck, afraid to say anything else.

“How is the Fleet served by having him behave like that?” Albrecht whispered.

“It’s not the Fleet, it’s the Rhineland herself” Christoph replied, “You missed out on the South China Sea. I was in damage control back then. When we were running all over the ship trying to keep it afloat and the guns working, asking questions at that moment could cost lives. Asking questions is something that needs to be done at the right moment.”

“Is there a right moment to approach Deck Officer Nuemann?”

“Let me know if you find it” Christoph answered.
 
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Someone may be getting a dog soon and Albrecht has learned a valuable lesson on the importance of having experienced Petty Officers and Chief Petty Officers around, they are there to teach foolish Matroses and wet behind the ears cadets and junior officers on how the navy really works.
 
By the way, here's the Wiki entry fo the USS Montana. Basically, 12x16" guns, 28 knots (too slow to escort Essexes), really heavy armor, too big to fit through the Panama Canal, two catapults for 3-4 floatplanes.

I wonder about how the speeds of the Preussen and her sisters and that of the Graf von Richthofen match up.

The Preussen Class and the Graf von Richthofen Class were both built with a design speed of 30 knots, give or take.
 

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By the way, what is the best quote from this TL? The Turtledove nominations for that category are a little light right now.
 
By the way, what is the best quote from this TL? The Turtledove nominations for that category are a little light right now.

I just nominated the following from here .

“Yeah, sure” Jack said, “That was all a bluff?”

“Vhat bluff” Katherine said with that sweet smile.

Jack was glad that she was going back, presumably to whatever corner of Hell she presently ruled over. This girl was pure nightmare fuel.​

 
I just nominated the following from here .

“Yeah, sure” Jack said, “That was all a bluff?”

“Vhat bluff” Katherine said with that sweet smile.

Jack was glad that she was going back, presumably to whatever corner of Hell she presently ruled over. This girl was pure nightmare fuel.​


Needs a second, though.
 
Part 50, Chapter 668
Chapter Six Hundred Sixty-Eight


23rd July 1948

Washington DC

The Washington Press Corps was in a frenzy as Harry Truman made his triumphant return to the Capital after getting the nomination for President at his party’s National Convention. He was the man who was going to usher in a new era for America according to the Press, the new man of the hour. Thomas Dewey looked at it with a mixture of sadness and disgust. It wasn’t that long ago that he was being hailed like that, until he wasn’t. Dewey even lacked many of the trappings of the office of President as the White House was still undergoing renovations. As he had predicted the political cartoonists had field day with that. The mice, termites, Dewey Administration and other uninvited pests being evicted for the duration. Instead, he remained in the Naval Observatory.

There was the buzz of the intercom “The President is here to see you Mr. President” The tinny voice said. It was an odd thing to hear.

“Excuse me” Dewey said after pressing the talk button.

“President Roosevelt is here, Sir.”

It was so obvious that Dewey was awake into the early morning hours that even his predecessors knew they could show up for a visit? “Send him in” He said.

A few minutes later Franklin Roosevelt sitting in his wheelchair was pushed in by an aide. Roosevelt had been living quietly in Upstate New York in the years since he’d left office, he was the Chairman of several charitable foundations. He was said to have had his fill of the limelight and had been avoiding public appearances.

“You’re looking well” Dewey said.

“And you look like something the cat coughed up” Roosevelt replied.

Real funny, Dewey thought to himself.

“I don’t envy you” Roosevelt said, “I never once had a good night’s sleep for my two terms in office.”

“If you are here to gloat then you can leave now.”

“Gloat, hardly” Roosevelt replied, “The best day I had as President was the one where I watched Cactus Jack take the Oath of Office and then got on a train home.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because there are very few people who know what it’s like. The crushing responsibility and sleepless nights. Knowing that every decision has the power of life and death for millions.”

“What about the power and ambition?” Dewey asked.

“Go ask Congress how much power the President really has” Roosevelt replied, “I didn’t have the openly hostile lot you have to work with, but it was still like herding cats.”

“You would have done things differently?”

Roosevelt snorted a laugh. “Of course, I would have” He said, “Just like Jack Garner would have if he had gotten the chance.”

Dewey looked at Roosevelt. He had hidden his disability at a time when the Nation had needed a strong vigorous leader, now it didn’t matter. So, Roosevelt was here talking to one of is successors, it was a bit backhanded respect, Dewey supposed. It was rumored that Roosevelt had felt that the isolationist stance of the Garner Administration had been a mistake and that he felt that Dewey’s last-minute attempt to get in on Pacific War had also been a mistake. Dewey knew that Roosevelt would never confirm those rumors.

“You think that whoever replaces me will have the same problems?” Dewey asked.

“You’re still too much of a Lawyer” Roosevelt replied, “You already know the answer to that. There’s always a shitstorm brewing that half the public will blame you for personally.”


Potsdam

It was a forest, sort of. Something was off until one realized that all the trees were planted in perfect rows. This whole place was designed to be the Royal game park though it hadn’t been used for hunting in living memory. Everything about the place dated from only about a century earlier. Freddy seemed to know every inch of it. For Suga it was all an adventure, exploring this strange new place with Freddy and Ueli. While her minders didn’t approve of her wandering off, they did approve of her choice of companions for some reason she didn’t understand.

Then there were Freddy’s friends and tutors. Schaffer and Matthias Suga understood well. They were men who were devoted to the family they were oathbound to serve. Suga found the woman with red-hair who Freddy described as being like an adopted Aunt extremely intimidating. It was no surprise when Suga learned Lady Katherine was a Countess and close advisor to the German Empress. Gia Strobel was different, she always greeted them warmly and had been the one who had been taking Freddy on shopping trips into Potsdam and Berlin. They had been teaching Freddy in a discipline that the Germans called Krav Maga. Suga recognized that it barrowed heavily from Judo and Karate. When she had told her Father’s Military Advisor of it she had been shocked to find that they were happy with her stumbling across the that information. Again, adults were impossible to understand.

Finally, there was the Proctor, an older man who Suga found extremely stern. His job was to teach Freddy as well as his two younger siblings, Michael and Kristine. He hadn’t minded Suga sitting in on the lessons even if she hardly knew a word of German. The numbers were still the same though, but that had resulted in Freddy getting scolded. Apparently, math wasn’t one of Freddy’s talents. Once out for the afternoon, they were walking through the forest, enjoying a warm afternoon. Suga was trying to teach Freddy words in Japanese, dog and tree was easy enough. There was a dog and plenty of trees around.
 
They had been teaching Freddy in a discipline that the Germans called Krav Maga.

Interesting, didn't see that one coming. Then again, the "do not get hurt while training"-principle would be appropriate with the royalty. Is mr. Lichtenfeld training Freddy himself (and how does the nonexistence of the fascists affect the style)? :extremelyhappy:

Which reminds me, what is the situation in the Middle East at the moment? The USA is about to explode, but what about the rest of the world, it seems to be at least somewhat better of here than IOTL?
 
Which countries do exist in the Mideast and is zionism and the creation of Israel still a thing among jews?
Is the greek-turkish conflict a war or just border clashes?
 
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