On May 9th, 1942...
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The office of the Special Bureau for Indian Affairs
Berlin, National Socialist Germany
8:32 AM
ADAM Von Trott Zu Solz locked the door carefully behind him. Subhas Chandra Bose was meeting with Himmler again, so at last he had a chance to hold the meeting. In the small room sat Admiral Wilhelm Canaris of the Abwehr, and Graf Claus Schenk von Stauffenberg, a staff colonel serving with Army Group A, on leave before the spring offensive started.
"At last, the Fakir (Bose) is gone for a while, so we can discuss the matters at hand" began Trott zu Solz. "The situation... "
"Is worse than they let on" said Canaris glumly "Moscow...the battle for it... dealt us a harder blow than anyone will admit. The Führer's insistence on a broad front advance is foolhardy while units are still understrength. Stalin still gets his supplies from Arkhangelsk uninterrupted. The British send heavily-escorted convoys, and the Americans escort them too. They even send aircraft carriers, or at least merchant ships with decks on them. Murmansk is useless now, the facilities are still too damaged to sustain submarine operations and the new pens are not yet being built. Leningrad has not cracked either. The war is far from lost, but far from won."
"Something" said Stauffenberg "must be done. They massacre the Jews, they engage in unconscionable criminal acts, and they must be stopped".
"Indeed" said Trott zu Solz. "Is there anyone else who you know we can trust? Your General Rommel perhaps?"
"No." said Stauffenberg "Rommel, or shall we say, 'The Arctic Fox" as he rolled his eyes "is far too great an opportunist for that. He will moan about the SS, but when one mentions a birthday present or waves a field marshal's baton under his nose, he remembers that he is an ardent Party member and friend of the Führer"
"So, we can discount him?" asked a disappointed Trott zu Solz
"Not yet" replied Stauffenberg. "If the Arctic Fox's reputation is tarnished, then he will be more receptive. If it's not too late, that is..."
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Dijon, Occupied France
3:12 AM
FLAMBÉ DIJONNAIS was the word...
At long last, the sadistic local Gestapo chief had met his end at the hands of the Résistance. A firebomb was lobbed at Klaus Barbie's residence, and claimed its intended target. There would certainly be reprisals, but he had to go.
In the words of the late Marshal Pétain, "On les aura!"
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Municipal Building
Singapore, British Malaya
7:16 AM
NONE had slept well the night before, but today's urgent meeting had to go ahead. The defence of Malaya became even more urgent as Li's armies crossed the Burmese-Thai border.
Thai Marshal Plaek Philbunsongkhram had given permission far too late for Allied forces to enter Thailand, hoping against all odds the Chinese advance would halt. It did not, and now it depended on Allied land forces in Malaya to stop them. The Allies, however, had their navies to aid in the defence. By some miracle, Sommerville was able to persusde King to commit ships to the fight, even if only to upstage the Royal Navy.
King's powerful task force was centred around the battleships USS North Carolina, Montana, Ohio and the recently-reconstructed California, and the carriers Scorpion, Ranger, Yorktown and Enterprise. Their screening cruisers were even ordered to get up close and drop 8" shells on anything that moved and had a KMT Sun on it. Not to be outdone, Philipps and Yamaguchi ordered additional valuable fast units into the fight, including HM Ships Prince of Wales, Hood and Ark Royal; HIJM Ships Akagi, Shokaku and Hiei likewise.
However, the ships' guns and planes would only slow, not entirely stop the advance. The task fell to the Allied generals. The ranking officer was General Yamashita, accompanied by now Lieutenant Generals Kuribayashi and Isogai. British General Percival had under his command Lieutenant General Montgomery, Major General Merton "Becky" Beckworth-Smith, Australian Major General Gordon Bennett, and New Zealander Major General Bernard "Tiny" Freyberg.
The effort was truly multinational. Malays, Britons, Japanese, Australians, New Zealanders white and Maori, Gurkhas, Indians, Taiwanese Tribal Peoples, Kenyans, Ugandans, and, diverted at the last minute en route for China, even a battalion of French Canadians made up the Allied forces, united by common purpose.
The news of the advance into Thailand was grim, but not entirely unexpected. Freyberg and Kuribayashi seemed as calm as ever, and Becky was eager to finally see some action. Monty... was Monty, which was a small measure of relief to Percival. The defeat hadn't gone to his head. The real worry was Bennett, who seemed very nervous about the battle to come. The news that "Piggy" Heath's forces would not be dispatched from India now did nothing to help.
The Allies would make their first stand in the defence of Malaya at Kota Bharu, near the Thai border. While the Allies had more and better artillery, aircraft and knowledge of the terrain, Li still held the numerical advantage in men, and likely still tanks.
This had Bennett quite worried- he had been tasked with the defence of the reservoirs that supplied Singapore's water. Much was riding on him, as Australia had
made an outsized contribution to the war effort considering her population. A mass surrender would be disastrous. He inquired of Percival as to what the plans for escape were, should the defence fail.
"Mister Bennett, should the issue arise" said an agitated Percival "evacuation to the Dutch East Indies or to Sarawak will be arranged, but it will not be necessary". The last part was particularly emphasized by Percival
"Have arrangements not already been made?" asked a surprised Bennett
"Mister Bennett, as I have already expl-" began an exasperated Percival before being interrupted by Yamashita.
"Shut up!" bellowed Yamashita, in English. "I don't want to hear it! All I want to hear is whether you will stand and fight!" Yamashita banged his fist on the table , staring straight at Bennett as the room looked on, shocked. "Yes or no!"
"Yes!" replied a newly-invigorated Bennett. "Dammit, yes we will!"
It was at that moment, it is said, that Gordon Bennett discovered his inner Ned Kelly...