TL - No More Nightmares In Europe

No More Nightmares in Europe

Introduction

Early 1950s. Bexley Hospital, Kent, England. 12:43 PM

Dr Moore took a large bite out of his meat sandwich and accepted the clipboard offered by the young technician. Placing his working lunch on the desk and swallowing quickly, the surgeon scanned through the document wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Batch twenty-four. Patients twelve to sixteen. Anything special I should be aware of?”

“Not this time. Standard frontal lobe reconstruction. All the appropriate wavers have been signed.”

“Good. Get the anaesthetist to put them under. Let’s get this hack job under way. Any news on the Berlin Front?”

“It’s not good. The Prussians are holding the city but it’s only a matter of time. They made a miscalculation on their atombombe drop which resulted in a higher yield than expected. A sudden change in wind direction has pushed the fallout drifting back towards the front line.”

“Hmm. Well that’s what the Germans get for relying on Jewish science. These atombombes were never going to win the war anyway. Not enough of them to make a difference. I wouldn’t like to be the Chancellor right now…”

“No, the Kaiser is furious. He’s given orders that not an inch of ground is to be given but men are already abandoning their posts.”

“Not surprising. The side effects of the radiation are nasty. I assume the Lob Jobs are holding though.”

“Yes, they were given enough supplies to hold for a week before the high command abandoned them.”

“Good. Hopefully after this the Germans will see how useful the Lob Jobs really are. The whole of Europe would be Red now if it wasn’t for them.”

“Rather them than me though.”

“Quite. Get Operating Room C ready and have Mr Twelve wheeled in.”

The young technician wandered away as Dr Moore shovelled the last of his sandwich down his throat. Pulling on a pair of fresh operating gloves the doctor grabbed the blood stained apron hanging loosely on the hook beside his door. As he walked down towards Operating Room C, Dr Moore took a brief glance into the ‘Reject Ward’ where a pair of nurses were fighting to restrain one of the more aggressive failures. He slid around an operating trolley that had been left abandoned in the corridor on its way to the morgue.

Grabbing one of the nearby Orderlies, Dr Moore instructed the body be removed immediately. He’d find out who had abandoned it later. Right now he had a job to do. As he entered the Operating Room the soothing sounds of the radio drifted into his ears as the nurses wheeled in trays of disinfected instruments. Dr Moore checked each one carefully. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been provided with improper tools.

As the body was wheeled in through the large double doors and into the room, Dr Moore settled down to his begin his work – the salvation of Europe and the end to the Nightmares of War.
 
What is this?

It's my first Post 1900 Timeline.

You still haven't finished your Cromwell one.

Well... I've been busy. And I've got that book to read.

What page are you on?

Around 20?...

Uh huh. So. Psychosurgery as a weapon of Alt WW2?

Yeap. Had the idea this morning.

I hope you bother to finish this one.

Yeah, me too...
 
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