World War Three 1946 Series Boxed Set: Stalin Strikes First

by Harry Kellogg

  “Ssssh, we can’t talk here. Meet me in the mimeograph room in five minutes.”

  “Why should I?”

  “You will if you know what’s good for you.” She says sternly.

  She turns and stalks off. William notices something odd in her walk.

  Exactly six minutes later, he gets up and heads in the direction of the mimeograph room. He looks around to see if anyone is watching. He reaches the door and turns the knob. The lights are off and he whispers…

  “Mary, where are you? Listen I don’t know what you think I know but…”

  Mary almost slams her body against him and proceeds to kiss him with a passion he never knew existed. He returns the embrace with urgency and nature takes its course.

  Forgotten are films, spies, recordings and secrets.

  Sergo Arises

  “I was buried alive…a nightmare come true. Apparently, a living nightmare; I think, therefore I’m alive; a Descartian paradox. I was cold, it was dark and I was feeling nothing. For the moment feeling nothing was good. No explosions or shouting and no danger. Yes, most of the time now nothing was life. I was alive because of nothing, yet would also die because of nothing. Eventually nothing means a lack of food, water and even air.

  I could feel panic starting to spread throughout my body. It was another sign that I was still alive, wasn't it? Is this what death is, blackness, silence, nothing? No, they had not killed me yet. God knows they’ve tried.

  Was it possible that it was over? I think not. So many times before I thought the end was near and so many times, it wasn’t.

  My life, up to now, has caused millions of people to have nothing, to lose everything. I suspect that they would have died of nothing anyway if I had not existed, just not so soon or as quickly.

  I blink and can’t tell if my eyes are open or not. Somehow the air was still good. Someone had designed that well. I could still feel the cold wall at my back...another good sign.

  The ambient temperature at this depth was a constant fifty-eight degrees. Without any variations, and with no outside power or inside heat, it stayed at fifty-eight degrees. Dead silence, dead cold, even my sense of smell had shut down. I suppose it stank, or at the very least smelled like my last meal. I was out of water, so one way or another, I had to rise from the dead and survey my surroundings soon.”[cxc]

  Beating the Odds Yet Again

  For days, there were almost continuous explosions above his bunker. Now more than a week passed without a sound.

  Sergo’s radio could receive almost any band. However, there was a significant problem with reception. He had embedded several antennas in the factory walls, but only one out of a dozen was working.

  In the end, it was good old-fashioned AM band radio that told him what he needed to know. The victors wasted no time in getting the radio system back up and running. It was probably the best way to communicate to the masses.

  The war was over and Stalin was dead. Khrushchev had presumed the post of “dictator in crime” for a total of 63 days. Ultimately, he was killed in the fighting around Moscow.

  It took another month to round up all the Stalinists and end the fighting completely. The cessation of hostilities was Sergo’s cue to escape his self-chosen solitary confinement.

  Given all the explosions from heavy ordinance, he was sure the factory was rubble. It was time to see if his shaped charges could extradite him from a situation that was rapidly becoming hell.

  He ran out of water a few days ago[HK4]. One of the explosions cracked his cistern. Unbeknownst to him he lost almost a year’s supply of water in a week. Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men.

  The first charge in his series of detonations was the most critical. The device was like a large cannon. The strongest sewer pipe available had been sent before the war all the way from Germany in thirty-foot lengths. Each segment will be acting like the barrel of a very big gun.

  Sergo was confident that if the whole building collapsed he was still be able to escape. The rubble should put up as much resistance as a pile of cardboard in front of a high-powered rifle.

  He knew that there would be great interest in even the rubble of his former creation. The facility was the biggest in the world and the most advanced in the production of aerospace weapon systems. He presumed that no one in the West knew about the huge facility that was just outside Moscow.

  Once they discovered the site he was sure the capitalist pigs would be crawling all over his once beautiful facility.

  The blast would surely be noticed unless he timed it correctly. He imagined blowing his hole to freedom only to walk right into the hands of the enemy and returned to a prison cell.

  He contacted Georgie using their hardwired Morse Code keyer[cxci]. He sent the code and received the proper response. He was glad to know that Georgie was alive and would help him negotiate the alien world he was about to enter.

  Their agreed-upon plan was to start blowing holes in the earth at 03:25 the next morning. That was about 12 hours from now. He had broken protocol and asked Georgie to bring some water with him. He had had nothing to drink for over 24 hours now.

  Wham! and Double Wham!

  He was lucky to have a job. Sure, the job was not what he was trained to do. There were no demands on his brain or use of his extensive education in any manner, shape or form. At least, he could eat. That was a lot more than most in Moscow could do these days.

  The war was over and he would miss working in the now ruined factory he was guarding. He used to design machines that produced wondrous things here. But his luck had changed; he thought as he counted the money for the sixth time.

  There was a year’s salary here. What would he do with it? That giant guy had told him that if he kept quiet and did his job, he would get another vast sum of money in one year’s time. But if he told anyone what he saw, the guy would kill him, his family and all his friends.

  Former engineer Vitaly Delov was now the watchman at the Sovetskiy nomer odin zavod or Soviet Factory Number One site. Despite the destruction of most of the complex, some valuable machines and tools remained untouched. The facility was gradually being rebuilding. He was a member of the night security detail.

  Six hours ago, he was watching the metal rusting on a huge milling machine when the ground beneath his feet shook. He quickly stood up and another deep underground rumble occurred slamming to his knees. Then the ground exploded not 50 meters in front of him sending debris 500 meters to the north. Luckily, he was to the south.

  He just sat there staring and wondering what to do when the biggest man he had ever seen came around a destroyed wall from the direction of the explosion. Vitaly thought that he must have come from the hole caused by the eruption.

  The guy walked right up to him, picked him up with one hand until he was suspended in the air and choking from the constriction of his clothes around his neck. He was beyond scared and just looked in horror as the hulk drew back his other hand and made a fist. He was sure he was going to die.

  Suddenly a little guy showed up out of nowhere and got the big guy’s attention. He told him nicely but firmly to put Vitaly down. Turns out the big man’s name was Georgie.

  We’ll let Vitaly tell the rest of the story.

  “Without hesitation, Georgie dropped me knocking the wind out of my lungs. I remember hearing stories about Georgie. I bet they were all true.

  When I recovered, the little man had just finished drinking some water. He then told the big guy that those days were over and we didn’t hurt people anymore. That we had to behave differently. The big guy just kind of looked down and indicated that he understood.

  Georgie's boss gave me this handful of new Russian rubles and told me to keep quiet or … then the big guy took over and made threats and the offer of a reward next year.

  What could I do but agree? They walked away disappearing into the debris. Next, I heard two more explosions that must have sealed the nearest hole and probably another that I didn’t know about an
d didn’t want to know about. One secret hole was enough.

  A New Day a New Life

  Russians Elect New Government

  January 18, 1948

  Associated Press

  Reporting from Moscow

  By Robert T. Sloan

  By the time you read this article it will be the start of a new day in Russia. Gone is the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Gone is the human-made aberration known as Communism.

  And God willing, soon we shall be rid of all dictators as the world’s people see the shining star that is America and long for our freedoms.

  Someone behind Bob is looking over his shoulder as he types.

  “Let me see that.”

  Robert’s roommate rips the paper from the typewriter.

  “Hey!”

  “How can you write this drivel Bob?”

  “Come on Joe it’s what the editor wants because it’s what the public expects.”

  “All right I understand, but let’s talk about the story for a minute. How’s about you kind of lay it out for me? I’m leaving tomorrow and you ain’t going to have me around to steer you straight anymore. It’s not like you can pick up the phone and call me from here.”

  “What do you mean? What do you want me to do?”

  “Paraphrase what you’re going to say so maybe I can help you out.”

  “Well OK. It is my first major story from overseas and I could use some pointers.”

  “Good, so go ahead.”

  “Let’s see, well I was going to start with the elections. You know how Ike and the military appointed Gromyko. Who then named his cabinet after which they held elections for the district leaders quick like.”

  “Good start.”

  “Then I was going to use some quotes like Gromyko’s “This is only the first of many free elections. I want to thank the American people for assisting us in throwing off the yoke of a ruthless dictator…” You know the one he made at the ceremony where they got that sniper.”

  “Jeez don’t mention that! We’re not supposed to know about that fiasco.”

  “Nah, don’t worry, I’m not stupid. So where was I, so then I was going to wrap up the last couple of battles here in Moscow. Next I would mention how the Stalinists fought to the last taking many a good Freedom Fighter with them to the grave. Then I was going to get into how that Zhukov fellow was almost forced into office by those riots. Then he gave that speech and endorsed Gromyko.”

  “All-good good stuff but how are you going to wrap this up?”

  “You know with the usual about how we came we saw and we conquered. Nothing now stands in the way of the freedom-loving people of the world. Now that the commies have been defeated all the countries on earth can follow America’s shooting star.

  “Yeah, I wonder how that is going to play out?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We have no enemies to speak of. What are guys like McCarthy going to do without the commies to bash around anymore?”

  “Don’t worry, guys like him always gin stuff up.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m worried about. You're Jewish, right?”

  “Yeah, what of it?”

  “Nothing, I was raised a Muslim.”

  “Well what do you know.”

  “My point being are they going to start coming after us now that the big Red bogey man is dead?”

  “Why would they do that and who is they?”

  “You know the bullies of this world. The guys like McCarthy and his henchman Cohen. The ones who only feel good when they’re shitting on people.

  Well enough of that. You have a deadline to make, don’t you?”

  “Shit yeah!”

  Epilogue

  Stalin is dead. Communism is eradicated. America stands alone astride a world that has been knocked out. Millions have died and millions are homeless in a Eurasia that has been decimated by three world wars, in 30 years. Each war has slaughtered a generation of young men. A crippled France and England kneel by our side while a prostrate and helpless Germany, Japan, Italy and Russia lay at our feet.

  The incomprehensible China has defeated its Red Menace and now faces a monumental rebuilding process.

  The American people have had enough. Isolationism is rearing its ugly head. Demagogues are arising from the ashes of the old political parties. Men with no soul are exploiting the chaos. Tens of millions of returning service men are all looking for jobs, an education and a better life after seeing hell and surviving.

  Without good-paying jobs, there is no income. With no income, there is no demand. With no demand, there are no good-paying jobs. Without all three, you have a looming depression.

  Men like the Dulles brothers, Morgenthau, McCarthy and Bernstein have held sway. The infamous Directive JCS 1067 was still being enforced in Germany[cxcii]. Its main tenant is"...take no steps looking toward the economic rehabilitation of Germany [or] designed to maintain or strengthen the German economy." The goal was to make Germany one big farm with no heavy industry.

  Stalin attempted to rid the world of capitalism. Instead, the world purged itself of Stalin and his version of Communism.

  America now has no rival. The historian Francis Fukuyama wrote a provocative book entitled “The End of History." The premise is not that history or mankind is terminal.

  “The End of History instead proposes a state in which human life continues indefinitely into the future without any further major changes in society, system of governance, or economics.”

  Without an alternative to Capitalism could this now be our future after World War Three? Without a rival or alternative, will history indeed end with the consumer based American version of Capitalism triumphing in a winner take all world?

  Of course, you know the answers. By the time this book reaches print you have lived that future. You have the advantage of hindsight.

  As I write Joseph McCarthy is on track to run for President of the United States. With the death of Communism, he has focused his impassioned prejudices towards halting immigration, assaulting the civil rights of minorities and women.

  He is preaching isolationism once again at a time when Eurasia needs us the most. Europe and the Slavic world are literally dying before our eyes.

  Many of our ancestors came from the very cultures, towns and villages that some are proposing we allow to vanish from the face of the earth. They offer this heinous act of negligence even though we possess the means, in abundance, to save the foundation or our traditions, heritage and legacy.

  Former General George Marshall has an alternative. He is quoted as saying:

  “Our policy must be directed not against any country or doctrine but against hunger, poverty, desperation, and chaos. Its purpose should be the revival of a working economy in the world so as to permit the emergence of political and social conditions in which free institutions can exist.”

  Marshall proposes reaching down and pulling the world up to our level. His solution will be very costly to us. I would argue that the cost will be exclusively in material things.

  McCarthy’s attack on our values[HK5] will cost us our soul.

  Only time will tell which path we choose. We will be recording the choices made and will present them in the years to come.

  One of The Ends

  The Future

  We hope you have enjoyed this trip down an alternate path. With the years to come, we have many more to present such as…

  What would a world look like with one super power, who had no rival? A world that did not know the cold war and communism was eradicated after World War Three.

  What if Stalin had started and won World War Three? We will explore a future where all the riches of Eurasia are controlled by a madman.

  What if, at a critical juncture in history, a demagogue became President of the United States. Would the world survive an unrivaled super power led by a person such as Tail Gunner Joe McCarthy?

  We intend to explore these alternatives and many others in futu
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  Timeline for World War Three 1946

  Book One - The Red Tide - Stalin Strikes First

  May 2nd, 1895 - Sergo Peshkova is born

  Aug 3rd, 1943 - Sergo attends a party where he meets Stalin and their unusual relationship begins

  Aug 13th, 1943 - Sergo becomes an advisor to Joseph Stalin specializing in aerospace

  Nov 24th, 1943 - Sergo is given full control of Soviet aerospace research and development.

  Jan 4th, 1944 - Research on the German Wasserfal Ground to Air missile and the X4 air to air missile becomes a top priority under Sergo’s leadership using stolen materials from Peenemunde

  Aug 1944 - Three USAAF Superfortress B-29 bombers fall into the possession of the USSR

  Dec, 18, 1945 - 17 of the 22 members of an elite atomic bomb assembly team are killed in a series of seemingly accidental events during the holidays. 15 die in a bus crash. These deaths delay the American Atomic Weapons program for 6 months

  May 1st, 1946 - May Day Parade in Berlin and Moscow

  May 2nd, 1946 - World War Three begins with a surprise attack by the Red Army consisting of 60 divisions and over 7,000 combat aircraft.

  May 11th - NATO is formed.

  May 13th, 1946 - The surprise attack is a complete success with 13 out of 22 US, British and French divisions overrun.

  July 3rd, 1946 - Denmark surrenders to the forces of the USSR.

  July 13th, 1946 - France surrenders to the USSR.

  July 13th, 1946 - The Soviet Agent known as Delmar (George Koval) assassinates hundreds of American nuclear scientists using the world’s most deadly substance, Polonium, at conferences in Oak Ridge, TN and DaOH. This cripples the US nuclear program for another 12 months and possibly forever.

  July 27th, 1946 - USAAF attempt to drop an atomic bomb on Leningrad. The NKVD and its stable of spies is instrumental in warning the Soviet Red Air Force VVS. With a combination of the new Wasserfal Ground to Air Guided Missile and hundreds of fighters the raid is decimated and an atomic bomb is lost in the Baltic Sea.