The Invasion of 1950

by Nuttall, Christopher

  DeRiemer smiled as he took in the crowds. It was a strange mixture, from British servicemen to other Commonwealth soldiers, Canadians, Australians, Indians…all blending together into one strange mass. Three different bands were playing three different tunes, all trying to drown each other out and drag as many dancers as possible into the dance, while the inns had thrown themselves open and were pouring free beer into the hands of anyone who cared to take it. The soldiers, at least, were fairly disciplined. The townspeople, liberated from the Nazi shackles, danced and sang as if there were no tomorrow.

  Churchill loved it. He was down off his stand and mixing with the crowd before DeRiemer, or any of his bodyguards, knew what was happening. Everyone wanted to shake his hand, to assure him that they wanted no one else as Prime Minister or to encourage him to join in the dance despite his advanced age. It was growing darker and darker, but the lights kept the town awake despite the blackout order. DeRiemer silently prayed that the Germans wouldn’t launch a spiteful attack on Felixstowe, just to pay off some of their hard feelings. He wouldn’t have put it past them.

  “This is impressive,” Truman said from his position in the car. The American Ambassador had insisted on coming as well, and Churchill hadn’t forbidden it. Indeed, Churchill had been delighted to have a chance to show his friend what free people could do. The war was far from over, after all, and American help would still be vital in winning the next round. “There will be celebrations in America as well.”

  “This was a battle,” DeRiemer said tersely. He thought cold thoughts about Project Omega and wondered grimly if the Germans had such a project. The Americans had been tight-lipped about their own progress. Who knew where they stood with such weapons? “We have not yet won the war.”

  Churchill finally mounted the stand, and something reassembling quiet fell. “We have won a great victory,” he said, his voice echoing out over the village green. “We have defeated a German army on our own soil through the courage of our fighting men and the determination of our population to never bow the knee to Adolph Hitler and his Huns! We have fought and won the first of many battles of this war.”

  His voice grew in intensity.

  “This is not the beginning of the end,” he said grimly. “There will be much more blood, toil, tears and sweat ahead, with reverses that will challenge our faith in ourselves and victories that will make this one look small. This is, rather, the end of the beginning; we took on a surprise attack and defeated it, proving to Hitler and his men that we cannot ever be beaten! In their newly-built cities, they tremble now, tremble at the thought of their empire coming to an end as we prove to the world that they can be beaten. We have much to be proud of, in our way, but most of all we should be proud of the lesson we have shown the world...that the Nazis can be beaten!

  “Across Europe, in France, in Norway, in Denmark, in Russia…they know, now, that the Germans were beaten,” he proclaimed. “Hitler’s Knights of the Iron Cross…beaten. General Rommel, the man who never lost a battle, lost one today. In countless hearts, a new hope of freedom burns now, with the fuel that you have provided them. They now think of freedom as a goal, something they can reach, and we will be there for them. This war will not end until we have marched into Berlin and burned the core of Hitler’s evil regime out of existence, but today, we have proven that it can be done.”

  He lifted one hand in a gesture. “Tremble, Hitler, in your lair. Tremble, Himmler; tremble Speer, Goring and so many others, all men of hatred and evil,” he said. “Tremble, for the world now knows that you can be beaten…and you will be beaten. There is no place where you can hide, nowhere where you will be safe from us, if it takes us a hundred years. We are coming for you!”

  The crowd went wild. If Churchill had meant to say something else, it was completely drowned out by the cheering and then by singing. DeRiemer felt a tear in his eye as the song rose in intensity, the first time that God Save The King had been sung in Felixstowe for months. Tomorrow, the citizens of Felixstowe would discover that Free Britain wasn't an easy place to live, with rationing and economic problems, but for tonight, they could dance and sing.

  Churchill stepped down and the three men stood together for a long moment, watching the celebrations DeRiemer looked up at Churchill, seeing the famous cigar moving in the air as Churchill’s face seemed to lock permanently into a mischievous smile, almost like a little boy contemplating a prank. Churchill’s sense of humour was a little odd, but DeRiemer wondered, just for a moment, what he was thinking. Taking his courage into his hands, he asked as much…

  “Hitler,” Churchill said, a wry smile covering his face. “I was just wishing that I could see Hitler’s face when he hears the news.”

  DeRiemer nodded in understanding. The two men had been enemies for so long that they defined their respective sides. They were both warlords, both very aware of their limited time on the Earth, and both a mixture of brilliance and stubbornness. And they loathed one another; if the source in Berlin was to be believed, Hitler had been furious to learn that Churchill had escaped death twice. Churchill had tried to have Hitler killed, but by the time he had signed off on Hitler’s death, it had been too late. Hitler had never been in any real danger.

  Churchill’s smile grew broader.

  “I suspect that the person who told him is dead by now,” he said after a long moment. “Hitler was never good at dealing with bad news.”

  Together, they watched until the bonfire finally burned itself out, and then headed back to London. There was work to be done.

  Epilogue

  Berlin, Germany

  The face of Adolph Hitler was frozen in a mask of pain.

  He’d been raving at the unfortunate officer who brought him the story, screaming at him that Rommel would never surrender, would sooner die than surrender, and then he’d just stopped. Before Himmler could summon medical aid for the Fuhrer or clear the room, Hitler had fallen backwards with a strangled cry and collapsed on the floor. The SS doctor had pronounced it a massive stroke, and confirmed that it had not been an assassination attempt. The very relieved officer had been allowed to depart. Within minutes, the others in the room had departed as well. Kesselring and Speer, Himmler knew, would be preparing their own plans. When they met again, they would be competing for the throne.

  Himmler left the doctor to move Hitler to somewhere where he could lie in state, although that might not be such a good idea if the doctor couldn’t alter his face. The building was already aware of what had happened, and word would have spread across the Reich by now; it would complicate an already-complex situation still further. There would be little room for a private strike for the throne, not with the eyes of everyone who mattered in Germany watching them. It would have to be a triumvirate, of course. The pressures of the war would demand no less; there was no room for a power struggle when Germany was fighting for its life.

  He prided himself on his ability to think rationally under almost all circumstances, and even the defeat and Rommel’s surrender didn’t faze him. If nothing else, it was something that could be used to force some of Hitler’s other favourites out and it hardly meant the end of the war. The Kriegsmarine had taken a beating, the Luftwaffe had taken a beating but while the Reich's ability to invade Britain had been wiped out, the British could hardly launch an invasion of the continent. The Americans had moved to support their British cousins, but that too only opened up new fields for the Reich. It was time to put Italy and Iran firmly in their place, either as subordinates to Germany or as more occupied states. Hitler’s affection for Mussolini and the Shah had kept them in power way past their usefulness. Now, without the Fuhrer, they could be brought to heel. Himmler suspected that they would see reason.

  He had a trump card. The file sat in the SS castle, a file regarding science that Hitler himself had banned, because it had the taint of Jewish science around it. Himmler had no such prejudices, no real belief in the inherent failure of Jewish researchers. Besides, it would be simplici
ty itself to have the project reclassified as the work of German researchers. The only people who would know any better would be himself and the researchers, and both had strong incentives to remain silent. The author of the file had promised that they could have, with unlimited resources, a working model in less than a year, perhaps much less. With such a weapon, the world would be at Germany’s feet…and Himmler would become the master of Germany.

  The war was far from over.

  The End

  Afterword

  What was the decisive battle of the Second World War?

  That’s not actually an easy question to answer. I polled a handful of people with limited knowledge of history and got the usual suspects; Midway, Stalingrad, Britain, D-Day, Kursk and even the Bulge. Those certainly are the battles that resound down the ages, but I am not convinced that they were decisive in any real sense of the word.

  Take Midway, for example, immortalised by Mitsuo Fuchida and Masatake Okumiya as ‘the battle that doomed Japan.’ It was certainly a spectacular and unexpected victory, with a result that looked astonishing, but how important was it in the long run? The American economic powerhouse was building up to grind Japan into powder; even if we reverse completely the outcome of the battle and postulate the complete destruction of the American fleet, the United States will still break even by 1943 and completely overwhelm Japan by 1944. Japan may survive into 1946, but under increasingly heavy bombardment; Japan will not win the war. Midway, in a broad historical sense, is meaningless.

  The same can be said of Stalingrad, the Germans had extended their supply lines so far that disaster was inevitable at some point. Britain, even if the RAF had been defeated, the Germans would still have faced awesome problems in landing. Kursk and the Bulge came too late to offer Germany any hope of survival. Even if they had been reversed, the Allied economic power would have ground Germany into the dust. D-Day, of all the ones that were listed, had the greatest chance of altering the outcome of the war, but even so, the atomic bomb was on the way, the Allies had massive air superiority, and the Russians were pushing in from the east. A lost D-Day might have altered the final settlement of post-war Europe, but it wouldn’t have saved Hitler’s regime.

  The more I looked into the Second World War – and it has exercised a fascination for me since I was a child – the more aware I became of the underlying economic factors that helped to determine the outcome of the conflict. The same factors that proved that Midway was meaningless, a short-cut to victory that the US had no right to expect, also prove that the actions or reactions of the powers involved in the war were often determined by their capabilities, both short- and long-term. The Axis Powers went into the war without the economic bases they needed to sustain their grab for world power and, eventually, lost the war. Japan’s mad decision to attack Pearl Harbour and Hitler’s even madder decision to add the United States to Germany’s list of enemies ensured that the Axis would lose. Where the decisive battle then?

  Actually, I think there were two points that might have determined the outcome. The Battle of Moscow may well have been the last chance for the Germans to win the war outright. (Nothing could have saved Japan.) If Germany had won, they would have taken the USSR’s centralised command hub, captured one of the most vital rail and communications hubs, and quite possibly killed Stalin himself. The fall of the city would have shaken the Soviet regime to its foundations, encouraged rebellion against Stalin and the Communists, and made organising resistance much harder. The planners and engineers who made the USSR tick would have fallen into German hands. Without them, the process of salvaging and rebuilding as much of the USSR’s industrial might would have been almost impossible. Stalin or his successor might even have done a deal with Hitler to save what they could…

  The second decisive battle is far less well known. Nomonhan. It is not a name to conjure with in the West, and yet it might have been far more important than it seemed back in 1939. The conflict started in earnest in late May 1939. A Japanese force, the Yamagata detachment, was sent by the Kwantung Army to defeat a Soviet unit that had crossed the Halha River into what the Russians believed was Soviet territory but the Japanese claimed as their own. It ended in a sudden Japanese disaster, as an entire regiment in the detachment was encircled and annihilated

  The Kwantung Army - much against the will of Tokyo - decided to retaliate in force, and committed a full Infantry Division, the 23rd, and a number of additional units, among others two tank regiments. Japanese Army Air Force Units, which had missed most of the 1937 combat in China, also got to show themselves against the Soviet Union's massive air force. The Soviets also gathered a fairly large force, including veterans of the Spanish Civil War. (Many of those experienced leaders were purged between 1939 and 1941 and were not available to face the Luftwaffe during Barbarossa.)

  The Japanese attacked in the beginning of July, the 23rd Division crossing the upper reaches of the Halha while the mechanized elements struck directly at the Soviet forces on the right bank of the river. After some initial gains, large Soviet mechanized forces counter-attacked, and the Japanese were stopped some 3-4km:s from the Halha, their lightly equipped armour regiments shot to pieces by swarms of Soviet BT tanks. The Japanese renewed their offensive in late July, their forces then reinforced by heavy artillery from the homeland. This time the attackers were stopped dead in their tracks by the Soviet defenders. Then the battered Japanese dug in and waited for the Russians to make the next move.

  It came on August 20th. Again the Japanese had underestimated the Red Army and its strength. It was a sort of dress-rehearsal for that masterly type of mass-attack that later would shatter the German Wehrmacht: heavily supported by both artillery and aircraft, numerically superior Soviet forces - spearheaded by mechanized units - penetrated the Japanese front on the Halha. Despite the Japanese reinforcements that were being rushed to the border, it was over in 10 days. The war in Europe came (the German invasion of Poland) before the Russians could exploit their victory, and the middle of September both sides finally agreed to a ceasefire. The Japanese had been soundly thrashed. In hindsight, it is hard to see how the Japanese thought they could win.

  Stalin’s great fear, in fact, was that the Japanese would resume the offensive during 1941 and stab the Russians in the back. The Japanese, still stung, did nothing of the sort and instead headed south, towards Pearl Harbour. Stalin kept a large force on the border anyway and only reluctantly drew it down to send some of the toughest and most experienced units west to face the Germans at Moscow. What might have happened if the Japanese had attacked Russia instead?

  This became the core idea of The Invasion of 1950. The Japanese avoided their thrashing at Nomonhan by not engaging the Soviet Union. The conflict wasn't one that was inevitable in any sense of the word; they could have avoided it quite easily. Without that lesson, they decided to settle scores with Stalin at the USSR’s most dangerous moment and advanced northwards against Russia. This didn’t get very far – the balance of power didn’t change much – but it cost the Russians the Battle of Moscow. Hitler’s forces, instead of poking down towards Stalingrad, spent the first few months of 1942 rounding up the remainder of the Red Army in the area and then opening up links with Iran. More importantly, neither Japan nor Germany are at war with America…and slowly, ever so slowly, America slips back into isolation. The war has bankrupted Britain and without American help, it’s impossible to win, so, in the end, the British accept an armistice before German power builds up to a level where it can crush the British Empire. Seven-odd years onward, Germany decides to reopen the war…

  Or maybe not. Alternate History is full of time-lines that are no more or less plausible than anything we have in the original time-line It serves as the setting for a story and I hope that you enjoyed reading it.

  Christopher Nuttall, 2008

 

 

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