Chapter 1: the war begins
Neville Chamberlain sat in his favorite chair at his home in London, receiving news that the European world was not expecting, nor wanting. To him, and his old comrades of the parliament, it brought back the memories of 1919 when the Soviet Union invaded Poland. The fact that Stalin had invaded not just Poland, but the Baltic states infuriated Chamberlain, and he had to do something about it; he was hated by many in parliament for his failure to stop the red menace, just as Churchill was voted out of office by the fact that Hitler had managed to keep his full promise to not invade another nation. Chamberlain summoned a special meeting with his war cabinet, as he had promised too, and he looked out at the rainy streets of London. The rain symbolized his grand scheme of peace of Europe, how it failed, and how England and France had focused more on Hitler, then they had the Soviet Union, and many in England blamed him for this failure to stop the red menace.
Halifax said that he had telephoned Daladier, who was promising the mobilization of the French army, and said that Hitler had called him to assure him that a Allied-Axis cooperation would go into effect and German soldiers would cooperate with French troops at all costs. Chamberlain signed the order for mobilization in a somber mood, and knew that millions of Englishmen would die like they had in 1918, except over the vast plains of Russia, the mountains of the Caucasus, and in hard to name places all over the Baltic. He was also hoping to see the Royal navy bog down the Russian war effort, and he put his hopes that the German and French armies would do more work then the British would. The whole day and late into the night, he was at work; his mind couldn't rest for quite a while, the idea that Europe would now be in a massive war against a massive nation troubled him, but he began to feel tired.
Chamberlain fell into a deep sleep, to be awoken by a dream. The site of a conference table, the year read 1942, and he saw Hitler sitting triumphantly with Halifax and Petain to his left and right. He saw a ghost like figure say, "Neville, is this what you destine to do to Europe?". The ghost took him to the year 1945 where he saw Hitler sitting in the Prime minister chair in London while the ghost lead his weary body like a rag doll out side to a london with swatstikas and German soldiers, with a title in a newspaper that read "War is over, Britain defeated." Chamberlain awoke, forgetting his dream as he had many things in the night. This was war he was not expecting.