Two Eagles and a Rising Sun: A Three Nation ISOT

Chapter 1: Prologue
  • Quickdraw101

    Beware My Power-Green Lantern's Light
    Now yall are probably wondering, Quickdraw, why the hell are you making another story? Don't you have half a dozen already active? If that is your question, then yes, I do have that many stories I'm working on. Why this very specific and kinda out there story? Well, I've been bouncing between Audiobooks this past week or so, and while contemplating my idea for an Island in the Sea of Time fanfic where the Canadian Atlantic is sent to year 8 AE with Nantucket, I got to thinking. What if we took the assorted empires and nations you see here, and fling them back in time. Now originally, I was going to send these to the Nantucket universe, to spice things up a bit. However, I decided to change things up. If I'd stuck with that idea, I considered putting the 13 colonies on the east coast, a modern Canadian Atlantic, and going from there. But Nantucket would be fucked 7 ways from Sunday, even with a modern Canadian Atlantic Fleet to back them up, should the Germans come knocking, or the Japanese decide to bushwhack every outpost they got in the Pacific.

    So this is a new story idea I'm putting down. Still got plenty more rattling around my head, but those will come later. Please let me know what yall think of this one.
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    The year is 1812. The French Fortress of Ciudad Rodrigo was overrun by a joint Anglo-Portuguese Army under Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington, the Flag of Argentina is raised over the city of Rosario during the Argentine War of Independence, the city of Caracas is devastated by powerful earthquake, and President James Madison of the United States had asked the U.S. Congress for a declaration of war against the United Kingdom. Napoleon Bonaparte is at the height of his power in Europe as he plans an invasion of Russia, and the war is officially declared between the United States, Great Britain, and Canada.

    But then, bright flashes of light are seen around the world, and the world would forever be changed from that moment onward. Three great powers from different points in history are tossed onto Earth, overwriting and replacing whole nations. The mightiest nations and empires of 1812 now find themselves greatly outclassed by three new empires on the global stage, all of which seek to change the balance of power in the world. The British and French Empires face a Germany seeking dominance and a free hand in Europe. A Germany whose army numbering in the millions is marching to war east and west, ready to sweep aside all who stand in their way.

    Japan seeks to exploit the weakness of the Europeans in Asia, while establishing its dream of creating a Greater East Asian Co Prosperity Sphere, even if it means going to war with the only nations who could possibly stand against them. With its armies in China now returned home, and its navy completely intact, Japan is free to pursue its goals of uniting Asia under the banner of the Rising Sun, which can be achieved now that its biggest rivals and obstacles have either disappeared or are extremely weak.

    Meanwhile in North America, the United States of 1907 finds itself in the North America of 1812, soon to be locked in a war against the British Empire, just as The Great White Fleet prepares to set sail. President Theodore Roosevelt thrusts the nation onto the global stage quicker and more violently than anticipated, and America is in a position to cement itself as a great power. But with an America fractured into many pieces from throughout time, he may need to prevent a second civil war.

    The states of Florida, California, Washington, the territories of Alaska and Hawaii, and the Canal Zone of 1943 find themselves ready and fighting a war that has yet to take place. With them came the territories of Wake and Guam from December 7th, 1941. Oregon, Arkansas, West Virginia, Vermont, New Hampshire, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, and Guantanamo Bay Naval base of 2024 find themselves thrown back in a past over a century behind them. While the future knowledge and technology brought along has the potential to elevate the United States to global superpower, the internal unrest and strife threaten to tear the country apart from the inside out.
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    Chapter 2: Greetings Through the Sea of Time.
  • 'The world,' Private First Class Peter Jennings thought. 'Had gone straight to hell.' Just over two weeks ago, he'd been lounging in the USO lounge at Portland International Airport, as he and his unit had been withdrawn from the Korean-Chinese Border, and were being sent back to the states to rest, recover, and retrain.

    Word had it they'd be heading to Europe next, most likely to the border of the now civil war torn Russian Federation. Ever since their failed multipronged invasions into Ukraine and the Baltics, the Russians had been dealt defeat after devastating defeat. In what everyone expected to be a long drawn out war against the mighty Russian Bear, turned into an utterly humiliating defeat, and rout from the Baltics to the Donbas.

    And while tensions with China had flared up once more, he wasn't sure if being stationed in the Kaliningrad Occupation Zone, or within Belarus would be any safer. Not that it mattered now. He, like the rest of everyone in the state of Oregon, had been victims of a strange phenomenon that had flung them back in time to the year 1812. Only, they weren't the only victims of this strange occurrence either.

    When the bright dome of light had finally dissipated, it became clear at least a few other states had come with them. Vermont, New Hampshire, Arkansas, West Virginia, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, and the Naval Station at Guantanamo Bay, all had come back with them. But the world that surrounded them was completely alien to all who resided inside those places. Over 14 million Americans now found themselves surrounded by a country that, while technically still the United States, was over a century removed from the America they knew.

    Most of the Lower 48, was of the United States as it stood in the year 1907, while California, Washington, Florida, and Alaska were as they stood in 1943. That had thrown everyone off, especially when radio reports came from Alaska talking about the defeat of Japanese forces, or in Hawaii about a resounding victory over the Japanese Navy.

    Then there were the assorted radio messages from Guam and Wake Island who claimed it was 1941 and that they were preparing for a Japanese invasion. This had terrified many people to no end. Many had feared, before confirmation actually came through, that the Japanese Empire was once again alive, and back with a vengeance.

    But perhaps most interesting of all was the assortment of Army, Navy, and Marine units from all across history found themselves distributed across the country, and were very much out of place. Many of the units in question weren't supposed to even be on the same continent, or in the case of some ships, still floating. Between and across Hawaii, California, and Washington, was an array of naval, marine, and army forces meant for the big push in late 1943, while Alaska held over 100,00 American and Canadian troops who just finished mopping up the Japanese forces on Attu and Kiska.

    In Manila Bay, the convoy MS-5, with the USS Langley, two destroyers, an oiler, and an Australian corvette, sat with a small force of transport ships laden with men and materials for a war that no longer existed. In Washington state, all the men killed and ships sunk during the Guadalcanal Campaign manifest in and around the city of Seattle. In Florida, the US 1st Armored Corps, II Corps, and Eastern Task Force for Operation Torch found themselves all along Miami Beach, while the Naval Forces found themselves just off the coast. The 5th and 6th Marine Regiments that were present at the Battle of Belleau Wood, found themselves in the city of Washington D.C.

    Units of the First Infantry Division that fought at the Battle of Cantigny found themselves in West Point. The all black regiments of the 92nd and 93rd Infantry Divisions were found wandering around Puerto Rico. In West Virginia, the entirety of the 45th Infantry Division, battle hardened from its campaign throughout Italy and Germany, were wandering around just north of Charleston. Meanwhile at Yeager International Airport, The Five TBF Avenger torpedo bombers of Flight 19, the 16 B-25's of Lieutenant Colonel Jimmy Doolittle's Tokyo Bombing group, and two B-29 Superfortress bombers, were parked wingtip to wingtip with each other.

    In Oregon, airports across the state soon found themselves host to the 332nd Fighter Group and 477th Bomber Group, with all their pilots, ground crew, and planes. In Arkansas, the 442nd Regimental Combat Team was found wandering around Robinson MTC by members of the Arkansas Army National Guard, and the all black tank regiments of the 758th, 761st, and 784th tank Battalions in Fort Chaffee. Finally, off the Virgin Islands, appeared the carriers USS Lexington and USS Yorktown, alongside the vessels they sank with during the battles of the Coral Sea and Midway, as well as the Gearings Class Destroyer USS John Basilone, Cleveland Class Light Cruiser USS Little Rock, and Tench Class Submarine USS Tench, sat off the coast with dazed and confused crews.

    There had been much confusion in the first few days after The Event. Soldiers and civilians from many different points in time meeting each other for the first time had caused more than a few incidents, some of which turned deadly. But by the third day, everyone realized that something needed to be done. Even more so when everyone with proper radio antennas were picking up transmissions from Tokyo and Berlin, which is how many learned that the German and Japanese Empires were also in this world.

    Which was another problem. The German Empire of 1914, and the Japanese Empire of 1941, now shared this world with the United States. And the United States was, most part, dangerously behind them in industry and technology. Both had designs against America in the times they came from, especially Japan, who wanted a free hand in the Pacific.

    Now instead of the massive industrial juggernaut the United States was in 1941, or even 1918, the America they faced was the still industrializing backwater of 1907. An America where the Navy was still modernizing in a time where the HMS Dreadnought had only been launched a year prior. While they might stand a chance against the Imperial German Navy, the Imperial Japanese Navy would slaughter them in any engagement.

    That was why he and his platoon were gathered here today. The governors and highest ranking military officers left in the post 1907 states and territories had deemed it absolutely essential that they speak with the president. While most of the world was still using muskets and wooden warships, the other two displaced nations did not.

    It had been 17 days since The Event happened, and Theodore Roosevelt, after making detours in West Virginia and Arkansas to inspect the military units stationed there, had finally hopped on a train, and came west to Oregon. It was there that he met with some of the finest military officers the United States had ever produced, alongside officers of the 21st century United States, and representatives of the same states. It was here they hoped they could come up with a plan to prepare the United States in the event of war with the Kaiser's Germany, or Hirohito's Japan.

    As Jennings surveyed the street, he couldn't help but admire the sheer variety on display. Members of the 9th and 10th Cavalry, representing the United States of 1907, mounted on horses. U.S. Army Jeeps, GMC trucks, and halftracks with their machine guns facing westward towards the sky. Then the assortment of upgunned Humvees, M939 trucks, and even a few M1117 ASV's. It was impressive to the Americans of 1904, and those from WW2 loved the look of the National Guard vehicles, but for the Guardsmen themselves?

    Knowing what awaited them in this world, they all wished they had something heavier. And they wished they had more of what they had.

    "Hey buddy, you got a minute?" Someone called out from behind, and Jennings turned around to see a menagerie of troops standing before him. Soldiers, Sailors, and Marines, mostly of the Second World War variety, but some older, approached him. "Got a couple of questions to ask you, if you got the time." The same man, a Marine of the 1st MarDiv said.

    "Sure thing," Jennings replied. "What do you wanna know?"

    "We won the war, right?" The Marine asked.

    "That much should be obvious," Jennings said, raising an eyebrow at the men. "Don't think we'd be flying the stars and stripes otherwise."

    "Then why are those slant eyed sons a bitches here?" One of the soldiers, one with a thick southern drawl, said from behind the Marine, quite loudly to boot. As he said it, an assortment of eyes fixed themselves onto him, and more than a few of the Guardsmen gripped their rifles tighter.

    "I reckon you better watch your mouth, son," Sergeant DaQuan Roberts said, his own South Carolinian drawl just as thick as the soldier's. Now more of his platoon stepped forward, and Jennings could hear safeties click off their rifles. The soldier in question looked ready to explode in anger, but a marine and sailor both grabbed his shoulder, and shoved him back.

    "Ignore that dumb bastard," Another Marine, this one with the stripes of a Sergeant on his sleeves said. "But we are curious, why exactly are they here?" He said, pointing behind them, and to the small group of American, German, and Canadian soldiers standing alongside the National Guardsmen.

    "Some of them were guards for the consulates, but most were training in Washington and here in Oregon when everything happened," Jennings said. "Some were on leave after training or were enroute to their next training location, and got stranded here."

    "You ain't gotta worry about them though, they might have been our worst enemy in your time, but are our best allies in our time." Lieutenant Denise Harper added. "Besides, from what I just heard, we're gonna fucking need it." she said, allowing a small smirk to show on her lips as the various downtimers looked at her in shock, either at her color and rank, or her choice of language.

    "And what might that be?" Another man, this time an Army Captain whose uniform identified him as being from the 1907 US Army. A man who looked awfully familiar to a few of them.

    "Captain John Pershing?" Sergeant Roberts asked, tilting his head slightly, and seeming to slightly startle the man. He looked down at his rank insignia and chuckled slighlty.

    "Left my up to date uniforms behind, this still had captain's bars on it." The man said. "But yes, that's me, Brigadier John Pershing. Is there something I can help you with?"

    Without any hesitation on his part, Sergeant Roberts stepped forward and offered his hand to Pershing, which he took, albeit with some hesitation himself. It was soon followed by an out thrust hand from Lieutenant Harper, which Pershing also accepted.

    "May I ask what this is about, Lieutenant, Sergeant?" Pershing asked, genuinely confused now.

    "Thank you for giving us and those like us a chance, sir!" Harper said, nodding over to some of the 9th and 10th cavalry men who stood behind him.

    "Ah, I understand now," Pershing said, nodding his head. "I guess I'm remembered rather fondly then, ain't I?"

    "That you are sir," Roberts replied.

    "Of course Nigger Jack is loved by a bunch of-" the same soldier from before began before being cut off.

    "Jesus Christ you damn hick, I'm gonna have Manny here knock you out if you don't start showing some respect, especially to a lady!" The Marine Sergeant from before snapped, and two other Sergeants flanked the man on both sides, staring at him intently. "I don't give a damn what color she is, but she's an officer, and if you don't show some respect, we'll show you how it's done in New York!" He threatened.

    The soldier turned an even darker shade of red than he was before, cast one final glare at Lieutenant Harper and Sergeant Roberts, and stalked off, with one of his buddies in tow. When they were finally gone, the Sergeant turned back around to face the Lieutenant.

    "I swear, some guys' mommas never dished out proper discipline!" He chuckled.

    "No way! No freaking way!" Specialist Stephanie Flores said as she practically leapt towards the three Marines, who looked rather surprised at the outburst. "Sergeants John Basilone, James Morgan, and Manuel Rodriguez!?" She said, more a statement than a question.

    "Yes, that's right?" Basilone replied. "Are you telling me that this sorry bastard is famous too?" He asked, thumbing a finger at Sergeant Morgan."

    "Fuck you!" Morgan muttered jovially, just loud enough for him to hear.

    "Sergeant Basilone, you're a legend in the Marine Corps!" She practically squealed.

    "Oh yeah, forgot to mention she's a prior service Marine." Jennings added. "She just wanted an easier gig after four years with the Crayon Eating Corps."

    "Insult the name of my beloved Corps again, pinche pendejo and I'll-" The rest of her short tirade in Spanish, while going over the heads of most present, made Sergeant Rodriguez laugh hysterically, and Lieutenant Harper shook her head.

    "I think a lot of you boys from across time will find just how loved you really are in the future," Harper said. "That said, I do believe I should update you all on our current situation, because it's looking pretty damn grim."

    "Do go on, Lieutenant." Pershing prompted.

    "We're all ears ma'am." Sergeant Basilone concurred.
     
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    Chapter 3: The Battle of Tsingtao
  • Jiaozhou Bay, Shandong Peninsula
    Kiautschou Bay Leased Territory, City of Tsingtao
    German Empire
    September 1914/June 1812


    Officially, 1st Lieutenant Jack Evans was just another American tourist on a trip through China. One where he indulged himself in the pleasures to be found in the various westernized cities of said country, and generally just having a good time. And if he was being honest with himself, he was having a good time.

    Unofficially though, he was sent to reconnoiter various ports and military installations across this region of China, specifically the Japanese port of Riojun, and the German port of Tsingtao. While the United States wasn't at war with either nation, the two aforementioned nations were rivals to the United States, and posed a threat to America's Pacific holdings. The United States needed to be prepared for the eventuality of war with either nation, and that's how Evans found himself in Tsingtao in the first place.

    Not long after arriving in the city, war had broken out between the Triple Entente and the Triple Alliance, and Japan, in accordance with the Anglo-Japanese, had joined Britain in its war against Germany. Japan then gave Germany an ultimatum to withdraw from its holdings in China, or face consequences. The Kaiser, who had stated that the fall of Tsingtao to Japan would be worse than Berlin falling to the Russians. Thus, he had ordered his soldiers and sailors to defend the city.

    Before long, the city and port was under siege by forces of the British and Japanese Empires, and Lieutenant Evans was stuck right in the middle of it. A few days later, British and Japanese ships had been sighted off the coast, and German coastal batteries opened fire on them. What few German ships were present dared not sortie in the face of the overwhelming superiority of the British and Japanese fleets. Then, on September 2nd, a bright flash of light overtook the city, and everything changed.

    A bright flash of light, which Evans first took for a massive explosion, reflexively made him hit the ground, and shield himself from any potential shrapnel. Everyone around him had done the same thing. But there was no sound, no explosion, no shaking of the Earth. Nothing. When he got up and dusted himself off, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, nothing seemed to have changed at all.

    The only thing that seemed to have changed was the site of a Japanese destroyer that ran aground in the bay, which soon found itself being shelled by the German gunboats, who promptly sank her. It was then that Evans noticed something was wrong. As he looked out into the bay, most of the British and Japanese ships were gone, and everything outside the city looked…different. Settlements and towns that were once outside the territory controlled by the Germans were either gone, or weren't the same as before.

    The German defenders rejoiced at what seemed to be an act of god favoring the Germans, as what few ships remained in the bay soon withdrew further out, and the yellow skinned hordes of Japanese troops they had expected, didn't come. The Germans had won before the siege had even started. Or so it had seemed.

    A few days later, a group of strange looking and very fast planes flew over the port, obviously performing reconnaissance, but otherwise not attacking. It was then that the Germans sent up planes of their own, two Etrich Taube monoplanes, to try and investigate. That was a mistake. One of the strange planes swooped down onto the German planes, lights began to wink on its wings, followed by the booming sound of cannon fire, and the German planes practically disintegrated mid air.

    Some of the Germans fired on the planes, which also proved to be a fatal mistake. Two of the planes dove down towards the ground and opened fire on groups of German soldiers. Evans watched in horror as the green colored planes, guns firing away all the while, turned large groups of men into bloody chunks of meat all across the street and walls of the city. But what terrified Evans even more was the sight of the Rising Sun on the wings of the planes, identifying them as Japanese planes.

    But that wasn't possible! Not even Britain, Germany, or the United States had planes that fast, or that well armed! How could a bunch of yellow skinned, slant eyed savages create such things? Then he thought back to the Russo-Japanese War, where the Russians had been utterly humiliated repeatedly by the Japanese Empire, and had been defeated by Japan. Such a victory had stunned the world, and made many reevaluate their opinions on Japan, and what they were capable of.

    But what Evans had seen shouldn't have been possible. The planes he'd seen looked nothing like anything anyone had! None of this made any sense. Luckily, things were quiet for the next few days, with the eerie silence of the streets punctuated only by the droning of plane engines overhead. Planes that were larger than the ones before, and in far greater numbers.

    A single Japanese battleship, one cruiser, and one British battleship, with two destroyers still remained just off the coast, well out of the range of German guns. Despite this, the ships present in port did not attempt to sortie, as they were still hopelessly outgunned. Then, many smoke trails became visible over the horizon, and by the following day, a massive fleet, one much larger than had been present previously, took up positions outside the bay, effectively blockading it.

    Then there was the Japanese division which landed the day of the bright flash, and which was also surrounding the city. Things looked bleak for the German and Austro-Hungarian defenders of Tsingtao.

    Then, two days later, three boats, under flag of truce, rowed to port. One boat was all British sailors, while the other two were mostly Japanese, with a few white faces mixed in with them. Faces he didn't recognize, and one which wore a uniform that looked German, but clearly wasn't. Some were even Americans.

    Evans followed the group as inconspicuously as he could until they reached the administrative building, at which point he couldn't follow. What he could do was hang around and watch the building. After about an hour, some of the men who escorted the Japanese and British inside, walked out of the building, and looked pale. The expressions on their faces were a mixture of disbelief, shock, anger, and fear. It was then that Evans decided he could afford to get a little bit closer, and as subtly as he could, approached a street vendor that was nearby, and pretended to browse while listening in on the conversation between a group of German soldiers.

    "They say they are from the year 1941 and that this city belongs to them in that year, and that they want it back!" One of them said.

    "That's impossible! How could they be from the future? Those slant eyed savages are obviously lying." A second replied. "Those yellow skinned bastards just want us to surrender without a siege! Look at the fleet they had off our shores and how it disappeared! They are desperate!"

    "He's not lying Günter!" A third voice protested. "They brought British, German, and even Americans with them. Ones who also claim to come from the future, and ones who don't wish to see us slaughtered by the Japanese. They say that Germany and Japan are allies against Britain in the future, and that they wish to avoid further bloodshed!"

    This made Evans raise an eyebrow and briefly turn his head towards the Germans, who were too focused on each other to notice him. Future Americans?

    "You saw what their planes did to Johan's squad!" The first voice added. "They pulverized them and nothing we fired at them did a damn thing! They have a fleet larger than any we've ever seen just off the coast, and you know full well help isn't coming!"

    "They are even in contact with Berlin right now!" The third voice said. "They are trying to work out a solution so they don't have to take this port by force."

    "And if we refuse to surrender the city?" Günter asked, a smug expression on his face clearly visible as Evans looked back once more. "What will they do then, Josef?"

    Josef swallowed and let out a ragged sigh before answering.

    "Our own future consulate staff, as well as the British and Americans, told us about what the Japanese Army did in its war against China in the future. They acted like pure savages, raping, murdering, and burning whole cities, and they said if we didn't give them the city, and force them to take it, they'll brutalize it while taking it!" Josef explained, his fists tightening around the sling of his rifle. "Take a look out there, Günter! Look at those ships, those planes that fly over our heads every day! If we try to defend this city, we will lose!"

    As if on cue, a dozen planes flew overhead, the roar of their engines drowning out all sound below them. The smaller of the planes flew downward, flying overhead at rooftop height far faster than anything they'd ever seen before. The Japanese were taunting the Germans, and showing them they couldn't fight back. Even Günter looked uncomfortable as he looked up at the planes, as if finally realizing the futility of resistance.

    "You said they are in contact with Berlin?" Günter asked, and the other man nodded. "What makes you think the Kaiser will believe what he's told? Maybe he'll just order us to hold this city anyway, and then we'll all die."

    "That's…the other thing. There are panicked reports coming from Berlin. Something about a large French Army armed with muskets and cannon on the border of Alsace and Poland. And something about the year 1812." Josef said, and Günter looked at him as if he were mad. But before he could say something, the first man picked up where Josef left off.

    "And something about the United States we only heard bits and pieces of. Point is Günter, something very bad has happened! We all saw that light, and then this all happened! We are needed back home to defend The Reich, not lording over some slant eyed Chinese peasants in this shithole! If the Japanese want it, let them have it!"

    Once more, engines droned overhead as yet another flight, this time much larger than the previous, flew overhead. Most of the planes were larger ones, with a few smaller ones escorting it along the side. They flew further inland, over the nearby villages and towns that surrounded the city and its port.

    "What the hell!" Evans exclaimed as he watched men begin to jump out of the large planes, white parachutes opening after them as they slowly floated down to the ground. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of soldiers were landing all around the base. Within minutes, they'd have the base surrounded, and would begin to dig in. If they kept this up, they'd outnumber the defending Germans in a few days. And if that fleet, and all those planes were any indication of what the Japanese could do…things looked bleak for the defenders of Tsingtao. Come to think of it, things didn't look good for him either, or any of the white people residing in the city.

    "Maybe you're right, Ludwig," Günter said, letting out a tired sigh, his face showing a degree of hopelessness as he looked up at the planes. "But what's to stop the Japanese from demanding Samoa or New Guinea next? We took these lands at great cost to us, and we need them for our empire! Our navy especially needs the coaling stations we've set up on them!"

    "None of that will matter if the Japanese take the city by force!" Ludwig argued. "We can't rely on help from Germany, nor our navy! Or do you not recall what happened to the Russians in 1905?"

    Günter winced at the thought. He was a little boy when the Russians sent their Baltic Fleet to fight the Japanese Navy in the Tsushima Strait. The battle had been a one sided massacre that saw nearly the entire Russian fleet destroyed or captured, including all its battleships. Granted, most Germans viewed the Russians as little more than barbarians, but they were still white men, and a great power in Europe to boot. The defeat of the Russian Navy forced serious changes in how the German Empire viewed and dealt with the Japanese from then on.

    "Yeah, I remember," Günter grudgingly replied. "But we've already lost Samoa to the Australians and New Zealanders, and they should have already invaded New Guinea. This is our last colony in the Pacific that we still control!" Again, Ludwig shook his head.

    "No, Günter, it's not!" Ludwig insisted. "Yes, the New Zealanders have landed on Samoa, and the Australians have attacked New Guinea, but no invasion force has taken New Guinea, and there never will be!"

    "What do you mean?"

    "We are still in contact with Germany, as well as New Guinea, and even Samoa! That same flash of light we saw here happened there too! All over the Empire! They've reported the same things we have here! Everything outside of Germany looks completely different! No fortifications on the French border, no Royal Navy in the North Sea, nothing. Our planes even flew unmolested over France, and not even the Eiffel Tower could be seen in Paris!"

    "How is that possible?" Günter said incredulously.

    "God has smiled on us, Günter!" Josef added with a wide smile. "In all his wisdom, he has sent The Reich back in time! Back in time to a Europe where Napoleon's Army is the strongest force in the land, and the French soldiers we've captured have said as such!"

    "As hard as it is to believe, one needs only look outside the walls of this city to see the truth," Ludwig said. "This is not the China we knew only a few days ago. This is not the world we knew a few days ago. This is a world where we can have the empire we've dreamed of having! An empire that spans all across Europe, and even across Africa and the Americas!"

    "But not Asia," Günter grumbled. "And what of the Americans? You said they are still around, right?"

    "Bah!" Ludwig waved a hand at the question. "The Americans are nothing but farmers and mechanics, not soldiers! If we choose to take Cuba, Puerto Rico, and Panama, what could they do? Their pitiful little army and inexperienced navy is no match for our own!"

    Evans scowled as he overhead the Germans insulting his nation's military. Sure, America had a small army compared to the major European empires, but the United States Navy was first class! They had proven this in 1907 with the launch of the Great White Fleet and the subsequent two year voyage they made around the world. The German Navy had no such feat under its belt, it hadn't even fired a shot in anger in all its young existence.

    "Besides, what we're getting via the transatlantic cables keep saying it's the year 1907 over and over again, with some smatterings of obvious lies, or exaggerations. The Americans seem to be in complete disarray right now, and are in no position to oppose us." Josef said. And after all, it was the British who enforced the Monroe Doctrine, not the United States. If the Americans try to oppose us, they will be swept aside."

    Evans didn't care to listen anymore. He stood up straight and began walking down the street back to the small room he rented in the tourist quarter. He needed some time alone, time to think about what had happened. What the Germans had said wasn't making any sense. French Musketeers and no Eiffel Tower? The United States in the year 1907? Japan from decades in the future? Just what was happening? He had a feeling he'd find out soon enough.
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    Two days after the envoys left the city the bombardment began. Destroyers, cruisers, and battleships unleashed a hellish bombardment upon the port city while dozens of planes soured across the sky, dropping impossibly large bombs, and raking the defenders with machine gun and cannon fire. Explosion after explosion shook the city as Japanese forces pounded the city. From where Evans stood, he could see out into the bay, where the massive Japanese Fleet stood.

    Flashes of light blinked in the distance as explosive shells were lobbed into the city from many miles offshore, laying the various fortifications in the city to waste. The first of such fortifications to be targeted was the battery of two 9.4 inch guns in Fort Moltke, located on the left wing of the city. The battery got off but a single volley before the replying naval gunfire impacted in and around the fort, detonating the stores of ammunition, and creating a massive explosion.

    Next was the fortifications atop Hill Iltis and its battery of 9.4 inch guns. Guns which fired on Japanese landing boats who began to swarm onto the beaches. Two of the shells found their mark, and the landing craft disintegrated from the hits. However, a flight of Japanese planes roared overhead, dropping large bombs onto the fortification, and silencing the defenses of Fort Iltis.

    The last of the major forts was Fort Bismarck, which held four 11 inch howitzers that had been firing nonstop since the bombardment began. The guns of Fort Bismarck were perhaps the luckiest of the German artillery, as they had managed to land several hits on Japanese warships out in the bay in support of the handful of ships the German defenders had. But the guns of Fort Bismarck would quickly draw the ire of Japanese battleships in the bay, as well as from Japanese aircraft.

    After 20 minutes, the guns of Fort Bismarck fired for the last time, as two 11 inch shells landed atop a Japanese cruiser, the IJN Takachiho, which was loaded with 120 naval mines meant to be laid around the port's entrance. The initial explosion of the shells set off a chain reaction which would rip the ship apart, and sink her minutes later with all hands lost.

    With the forts now reduced to ruins, the Japanese pressed the attack. All that was left to stand in the way of the horde of Japanese landing craft approaching the city were the smaller batteries and redoubts, some with obsolete pieces of Chinese artillery, and a handful of small vessels in the harbor.

    Unfortunately for the Germans, since the Austro-Hungarian cruiser had departed with the British ships, and the single cruiser they did have was unfit for combat, what ships they did have consisted of a single torpedo boat and four Iltis Class gunboats. The five ships steamed out of the harbor while under heavy air attack, and maneuvered to confront the Japanese.

    The sailors aboard the ships put up a stiff and valiant resistance, but were heavily outnumbered, and outmatched by nearly 30 years of technological progress. Over and over again, Japanese planes strafed and shot up the gunboats, who desperately fired their machine guns up at their attackers. They had even managed to shoot down two Japanese planes over the course of the engagement, but the writing was on the wall.

    First to sink was the SMS Iltis herself, after a Japanese plane that was crippled by fire from the SMS Luchs, crashed into her midships into her smokestacks. Fires burned uncontrollably before she suddenly exploded, the fires having reached her ammunition magazine. Next to go was Luchs herself, having finally succumbed to over a dozen planes simultaneously strafing her, and sending her down to the bottom of the bay.

    SMS Jaguar was hit directly by two 10 inch shells from the IJN Suwo, flagship of Vice Admiral Kato Sadakichi. One moment she was there, the next she was gone, the shells of the once Russia, but now Japanese battleship atomizing her. The last gunboat, SMS Tiger, managed to get directly in front of, and into the massive force of landing craft, and exacted a heavy price of men and equipment on the Japanese attackers.

    Post battle analysis would later show that Tiger had claimed nine separate landing craft, two of which were carrying a Type 95 and Type 97 tank respectively. Ultimately, SMS Tiger would be sunk by the combined efforts of the Japanese naval air forces, as a 550 pound bomb was dropped directly atop her stern, destroying the propeller, and leaving her dead in the water. Minutes later, she would sink.

    The single torpedo boat, SMS S90 had fared no better than her compatriots in the gunboats. She had three torpedo tubes and a total of five torpedoes. Her crew, knowing they were already dead men, fired them in a wide spread towards the enemy, managing to quickly reload the last two before multiple shells from Japanese destroyers and cruisers sunk her. The Whitehead torpedoes were ancient compared to what the Japanese Navy had, they were still deadly in the tightly packed waters off Tsingtao.

    One of the torpedoes struck a Japanese destroyer, inflicting minor damage, and forcing the ship to withdraw. Another impacted directly into a Soukoutei Class Gunboat, which obliterated the craft upon contact. The other three however, hit nothing. The Japanese ships either maneuvered around them, or simply lay beyond the reach of the torpedoes.

    Japanese pilots and sailors would go on to talk about the courage and valor of the men aboard those ships, how they stood and fought against impossible odds, and Vice Admiral Sadakichi himself ordered that all the survivors from those boats be taken directly to his flagship, and to be treated humanely.

    Because with the last of the German's major defenses destroyed, they could now press on unabated. Inside the city, German soldiers and citizens alike looked on in abject horror as what fortifications they had left were torn asunder, massive holes were blown open in the city walls, and planes strafed and bombed as they pleased.

    Evans watched in horror and amazement as Japanese troops poured into the city from all sides. Strange vehicles with tracks and equipped with what he assumed were light cannon accompanied them, and blew apart any infantry or machine gun nest that dared stand in their way. In places where German defenders inflicted heavy losses, Japanese troops continued to charge forward, letting out ear splitting cries of;

    BANZAI!

    BANZAI!


    BANZAI!

    As they went along. Some Japanese officers even charged with swords, and slashed soldiers and civilians alike in a bloody fervor. He saw Japanese soldiers butcher surrendering soldiers and innocent civilians, even bayonetting women who tried to fight off being raped. It was a sickening and gruesome sight.

    He and the other foreign citizens in the city could gaze at the utter carnage before them, fearing just what the Japanese would do if they came across them. They did their best to hide, but Japanese forces were overrunning the city, and pushing the beleaguered German defenders into a smaller and smaller perimeter. Before long, they had them pushed back around the administrative quarter of the city, and German soldiers carrying white flags came forward to the Japanese lines.

    The two sides talked back and forth for some time, but it was clear by the expressions on the face of the Germans what was being said. From the first shots fired by the Japanese Navy, to the landing of Japanese Marines and soldiers on the beaches around the city, it had taken less than a day for the city to fall. Soon, scores of tired, angry, wounded, and miserable looking German troops were paraded through the streets of Tsingtao, while joyous Japanese soldiers stood guard around them, cheering, throwing curses, or even kicking and punching the downtrodden Germans.

    Everyone thought it was over. Vice Admiral Waldeck and his forces had surrendered, and the Japanese Empire was victorious. The Japanese would add another city to their expanding empire, and before long they'd be repatriated to some neutral nation until things could be settled. But they were wrong.

    The horrors and atrocities that awaited many of them, what would be inflicted upon the city's inhabitants, and what would be inflicted upon him, would stay with Lieutenant Evans for the rest of his life.
     
    Chapter 4: Signals Intelligence
  • Let's see how many people understand just what happened here, and what it might mean.

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    Chapter Two
    Salem, Oregon
    United States of America
    June 28th, 2024/ November 1st 1943/July 1812
    Oregon State Capitol


    "It seems the Germans and Japanese both have gotten over at least some of the confusion, and have got their bearings in order just enough to figure out what has happened." Lieutenant Harper said. "They know that they've been sent back in time, they know about each other, and they know about us."

    "But do they know the specifics, or are they just vaguely aware we are here?" Private Jennings asked, and Harper just shrugged.

    "The Germans seem to have the clearest idea out of the two. The transatlantic cables between the United States and Germany are somehow still present, and radio receivers in West Virginia and Arkansas are both picking up German transmissions. They know that America is here, just not the America they knew."

    "And what about Japan?" Sergeant Basilone asked.

    "A great deal of confusion is what they're getting," Harper replied. "Please bear in mind that the rest of the Pacific Coast and Florida are that of 1943, as well as a number of outlying Pacific Islands. Wake and Guam meanwhile are claiming its 1941, and are clogging the airways about impending Japanese attacks. This has utterly confused, and in some cases, enraged the Japanese. Some of those in Tokyo think we've just declared war on them, while others think it's a repeat of Orson Welles' War of the World broadcast. But that's just the public reactions."

    "What do you mean 'Public Reactions'?" Pershing asked. Harper chuckled at the question, and realized that she may or may not be allowed to talk about what she knew. She was not infantry, or involved in any combat arms unit. She was a Signal Intelligence Analyst, and had already been busy before The Event happened.

    Since 2016, the United States has been at a heightened state of military readiness, mobilization, and surge of patriotism. A state due largely in part to China's aggression, as well as the actions by the now dead North Korea, severely weakened Iran, and civil war torn Russia. As such, military facilities had been expanded, and in some cases, created from scratch all across the country. Oregon was no exception.

    Aside from the expanded basic and advanced training facilities at Camp Withycombe, there were substantial additions to Portland and Kingsley Air National Guard Bases, and two new bases being constructed in Salem and Springfield. The latter of which Lieutenant Harper was stationed at, and still hadn't been completed yet. Not that it mattered right now.

    The equipment she and other members of the Oregon Army and Air National Guard had been using to listen in on Chinese communications, and occasionally on Russian Far Eastern units in Kamchatka and Vladivostok, were turned westward towards Japan.

    "Let's just say that the Japanese Army and Navy are losing their shit right now," Harper said with an impish grin. "All their armies from China and Manchuria are wandering around Japan aimlessly, and the navy has reported contact with German, British, and Austro-Hungarian ships. All of which are centered in the port city of Tsingtao, and has the Japanese government absolutely confused."

    "Yeah, well they aren't the only ones that are confused here," Sergeant Rodriguez said. "I thought the Japs controlled that place since World War One? And what the hell is an Austro-Hungarian ship doing there?"

    "They did, however none of their holdings in mainland China or South Pacific came back. Meanwhile the entire German Empire in 1914 came back, which includes all their islands and holdings in the Pacific. Something the Japanese seem to have just realized, and are no less angry about losing." Harper explained.

    "And since the Austro-Hungarians used Tsingtao as a port for their own ships in the Pacific, it makes sense for one to be there." Pershing added. "Although seeing what year we find ourselves in, they ain't gonna have a port to go home to. The whole Adriatic Coast is owned by Napoleon, so they'd have to sail to Germany for a safe port."

    "And that assumes the Japanese will let them leave in the first place," Jennings said. "Most of us know how brutal Japan was during World War Two. There's no guarantee the Japs won't just slaughter those poor bastards."

    "Well, that's the interesting thing, Jennings. While troops have been airdropped around the city, which have unleashed hell on the countryside, and terrified the shit of the Germans, they haven't attacked the city proper yet. Which brings up another point, all the foreign embassies in Japan have been desperately trying to reach their homelands. Of which are the embassies of Britain, France, the United States, Soviet Union, and Nazi Germany have been the loudest."

    More than a few groans could be heard at Harper's mention of the Soviet and Nazi embassies.

    "So we gotta worry about communists and fascists then," A soldier commented. "And here I thought all we had to worry about was the fucking Japs, and Kaiser Bill's unhinged ass."

    "I wouldn't be so sure about that." Jennings replied. "The Soviets have nowhere and no one to turn to at this time, and Imperial Germany would despise the Nazis. Even if they do try to go back home, neither of their respective homelands will want them."

    "That also assumes the Japanese don't outright kill them to keep them from trying to uplift their homelands. Which brings up another point. As it stands right now, Germany and Japan are unquestionably the dominant forces in Europe and Asia. Even with the conventional forces we have at our disposal, we can't really challenge them." Harper said, not noticing how Jennings and Flores took notice of her use of the word 'conventional', and wouldn't care if she did. "As such, they'll have no real opposition to their aims of conquest, which they will most assuredly do. But right now, there's tens of thousands of French troops in Indochina, and an assortment of Commonwealth forces in the Pacific, and of course the Canadian troops in Alaska."

    "All of which have no homes to go back to," Sergeant Roberts said. "And neither Japan nor Germany will want them mucking about in their neighborhoods."

    "Exactly, Sergeant," Harper said. "If anyone is in danger right now, it's them. Imperial Japan and Germany might have some competing aims, but neither country wants a challenge to their hegemony. Japan might just decide to cut their losses and liquidate them, while Germany sends the High Seas Fleet to New Guinea and Samoa, and obliterates the Australian Squadron based there."

    "We can reach them over wireless, can't we? Why not just warn them to get the hell out of there?" Pershing suggested. "We still control the Philippines and Samoa. They could easily reach Subic Bay or Cavite from Tsingtao."

    "They already have," Came a voice from behind Lieutenant Harper. Approaching from the nearby communications tent set up in front of the Capitol Building, was Captain Alex Hoffman, friend, and Flight Commander for Harper's intel unit. "Every British, Australian, French, and Austrian ship in the region is hauling ass to The Philippines right now, which I should add is clogged with other American naval ships, and an Australian troop convoy."

    "And who might you be?" Sergeant James Morgan asked.

    "Captain Alex Hoffman, 9th Intelligence Squadron, and Lieutenant Harper's Flight Commander." Captain Hoffman said in greeting, shaking the hands of the various officers and NCOs in front of him.

    "At least they got a white man in charge around here," One of the downtime soldiers said, earning tired glares from most of those present.

    "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," Hoffman said, turning his gaze over to Lieutenant Harper. "Anyway, I bring some news, and most of it bad."

    "How bad, sir?" Harper asked, now noticing the very noticeable bags under his eyes, and wan expression on his face on full display.

    "Bad enough that I was sent straight from the ops room to report on the information to leadership, and they took it pretty damn bad." Hoffman said. "President Roosevelt and a number of the World War officers damn near blew a gasket, while the rest are just pissed off, and trying to figure out how to do next."

    "Would it be safe to assume this has something to do with this futuristic Japanese Empire everyone keeps talking about?" Pershing asked, and Hoffman let out a tired sigh as he nodded.

    "Them and the fucking Germans. For starters, the Japanese waited long enough and attacked Tsingtao yesterday. The city fell within hours and as you'd expect, nothing good happened to the men who surrendered, or civilians inside the city."

    "It was the Rape of Nanking all over again, wasn't it sir?" Jennings asked and Hoffman nodded grimly.

    "As far as we can tell, yeah. The German radio station in the city transmitted until the Japanese stormed it, and we intercepted, and still are, Japanese radio broadcasts in the region. Which brings up another point, their claiming to have captured an American Lieutenant who was spying on the Germans inside the city. And from what we've heard, they worked him over pretty good."

    "Fucking savages." One of the nearby soldiers snarled.

    "Yeah well the only reason they didn't kill him is because they found his West Point Academy Ring when they rummaged through his belongings. They handed him over to the American embassy in Tokyo and the man's in bad shape. Between what they're telling us, our radio intercepts, and satellite reconnaissance, things seem to be going from bad to worse every day."

    "Satellite reconnaissance?" Sergeant Rodriguez asked.

    "We have a satellite?" Jenning asked, all eyes now shifting to Captain Hoffman.

    "The hell's a satellite?" One of the downtimer soldiers drawled out. "You mean one a them flying machines they invented in North Carolina?" Dealing with the early 20th century Americans was going to be a very interesting, and very frustrating experience.

    "A few satellites came back with us. Any that happened to be in exact orbit above the modern states that came back. Getting into contact with said satellites was a pain, but the facilities in Sugar Grove, and what few ground based radio facilities we have managed to work wonders." Hoffman explained. "Wonders that include watching and listening to everything the Germans and Japanese are up to. And what they are up to has got everyone riled up today."

    "And just what are the interdimensional axis up to today, sir?" Harper asked.

    "Well for starters, Japan is accelerating their plans for Asia. All the radio chatter and troop movements we're seeing seems to indicate that. They know this is a time period where, embargo or no embargo, their usual sources of oil are gone. They need the resources desperately, and are acting accordingly." Hoffman said.

    "But the Japs preparing to invade the Dutch East Indies and Malaya wouldn't be getting the higher ups as riled up as you claim." Sergeant Basilone pointed out. "There's more isn't there?"

    "That there is Sergeant. Our latest satellite orbit shows at least one fleet carrier and one escort carrier operating around the Philippines, launching fighters, and performing reconnaissance flights over the archipelago. Reconnaissance flights which have been fired upon by American and Australian ships in Subic and Manila Bay, and have shot down at least three planes only a few hours ago."

    "I'm not seeing how that's supposed to be a bad thing though." Pershing said. "It might teach those bastards not to mess with us." At that, a few of the World War Two and 21st century soldiers and marines laughed grimly in response.

    "More sensible minds would think so," One of them added.

    "But the Japs aren't reasonable." Sergeant Morgan finished. "If anything, that'll just piss them off even more."

    "Correct Sergeant, which brings me to my next point. They know their surroundings aren't that of 1941 and plan to take full advantage of the fact. Right now more and more ships are leaving mainland Japan and Hainan, in three different prongs. One towards Malaya and the East Indies, one towards German New Guinea, and another forming up around the Philippines. Battleships, cruisers, carriers, transports, you name it."

    "They're going to invade," Harper said. "And there's nothing we can do to stop them."

    "What do you mean we can't do anything to stop them!" Pershing exclaimed. "The entire Pacific Fleet plus all those British-" He was cut off by Sergeant Basilone, who, along with all the other World War era soldiers who had fought the Japanese, gave him a grim look.

    "I mean this with the utmost respect sir, but that same line of thinking is what got so many men killed early in the war." Basilone said. "You can think of them as slant eyed monkeys all you want, but don't underestimate their willingness or ability to kill you."

    "And believe us, they have no lack of ability to kill." Sergeant Rodriguez added. "All those ships bottled up in the Philippines will be nothing but big, fat targets for Jap planes."

    "Which is exactly what we've told the higher ups. We suggested getting all those ships out of there and towards Hawaii, others wanted to send the rest of our fleet to confront them, and a few want them to hold their positions to intimidate the Japanese." Hoffman said. "Suffice to say that last one got ridiculed and shot down pretty quickly."

    "And what about the first two?" One of the downtime American soldiers asked.

    "Sending our fleet directly into Japan's backyard is not a fight we'd win," Private Jennings said. "That's exactly what they want and both us and them know how that fight will end."

    "So we're just supposed to leave our men out there to die at the hands of those slant eyed bastards?" Said an older, crustier looking Master Sergeant who looked old enough to have fought in the Spanish-American War.

    "After all the men we lost to claim the Philippines in the first place? After all the friends I lost in that place?" Another soldier, an obvious veteran of the Philippine-American War added.

    "Have you listened to nothing we've been saying this entire time?" Harper said in annoyance. "It won't be a fight, it'll be a slaughter if we send our fleet to the Philippines!" The Master Sergeant looked as if he were about to say something, but was cut off by one of the Marines.

    "And if you don't want to listen to her, then listen to us! We spent the last two years fighting those bastards!" One of them said, "Those boys in the Philippines are screwed if the Japs decide to attack."

    "Yeah, if you thought Pearl Harbor was bad, all those ships bottled up in port…" The Marine trailed off. They all understood what he meant and what it meant for the thousands of American, British, and Australian sailors in the Philippines. If the Japanese decided to attack, it would be almost certain death for them. The thought depressed them, downtime or uptime. The thought that they'd be unable to do anything while Japan runs wild in Asia, and massacres all those who stand in their way.

    "So what can we do, sir?" Jennings asked, looking over at Captain Hoffman.

    "We've all made it clear to President Roosevelt that holding the Philippines in the event of war isn't possible. But we might not have to fight a war. At least not yet."

    "What do you mean? I thought you said their fleets were moving to blockade the Philippines?"

    "They are. However, Radio Tokyo is picking up transmissions from all over the West Coast, and all they keep hearing makes them think that the entire United States from either 1943 or 2024 is present, and a lot of them are scared shitless." Hoffman said. "Which is why we've picked up a multitude of messages from Tokyo aimed at the West Coast, asking for, and I quote 'An end to all trade restrictions and a treaty of understanding in this new world.' They think that we're either two years into a war with them or damn near a century ahead of them, neither of which is boding well for their military ambitions."

    "Yet they're moving their whole damned fleet around the Pacific according to you, you think they're just doing it for shits and giggles?" Sergeant Morgan said.

    "Not at all. We know for a fact their gonna invade Southeast Asia and take every German colony in the region, which is why we warned the Aussies and Kiwis to get the fuck out. But they don't have to worry about a British or German Empire coming to contest them." Hoffman replied. "But they have to worry about us, at least for the moment. Their military is still in a state of chaos and probably isn't in a position to fight us right now. But that's liable to change real soon though."

    "Speaking of the Germans sir, you said it was them and the Japanese that have the higher ups pissed." Harper inquired.

    "Yeah, what'd the Krauts do that gots the higher ups pissed off?" Sergeant Basilone asked as a large flight of P-40 Warhawks flew in formation overhead, followed by a pair of F-15 Eagles who screamed above the Warhawks at full afterburner, AIM-9 Sidewinders mounted on their wings.

    "The hell are those mounted on their wings?" One of the Marines asked, looking over at the Oregon Guardsmen, his expression changing as he saw the looks on their faces.

    "Those are from Kingsley Field!" One of them commented. "And they're loaded for bear! What the hell is going on?"

    They got their answer as air raid sirens in the city began to blare. More planes from the 332nd Fighter Group, as well as a number of B-25 bombers, raced northwest, towards Astoria. A few seconds later, every radio among the uptime soldiers and marines began blaring to life with panicked voices and commands issued over the net. Then, a number of Humvees and Jeeps came racing up the street, tires screeching as they came to a stop in front of the State Capitol, and dozens of soldiers piled out, and began rushing towards the building.

    "JAP SHIPS OFF THE COAST!" One of the World War Two soldiers shouted as he ran past the group of American servicemen, through the parking lot, and into the building.

    "The fuck?" Sergeant Roberts exclaimed. "How the hell did they get through?"

    "No fucking idea," Captain Hoffman said, turning his head to a Army Guardsmen and waving him forward. "Hey, what the hell's going on?" The soldier, a Corporal, turned and looked towards Hoffman, and gestured up north.

    "A group of submarines surfaced off the coast up north." The Corporal shouted as he came to a stop in front of the group. "Started shelling the beaches near Astoria and Fort Stevens! Fuckers even launched a couple of planes before the Coast Guard and Navy sunk them!"

    "Still doesn't explain how the hell they managed to sneak through the most heavily defended coastline on the planet!" Harper said, looking over at Captain Hoffman, who had an unreadable expression on his face.

    "Because they didn't sneak past it. Not really." Hoffman said, looking over at Lieutenant Harper, and motioning for her to follow him. "Follow me Lieutenant, we need to talk."

    "The hell you mean they didn't sneak past the fleet? How else would they have gotten there?" Sergeant Morgan asked, but was ignored as Hoffman left the group with Lieutenant Harper in tow.

    "The fuck was that about?" Sergeant Rodriguez asked.

    "I don't know," Jennings said, looking up at another group of Warhawks flying overhead. "But I think this situation just got a whole lot worse for us."
     
    Chapter 5: Briefing and Attack
  • Oregon State Capitol
    Salem, Oregon
    United States of America
    June 28th, 2024/November 17th 1943/December 17th 1907/July 1812
    17 Days After The Event


    When President Theodore Roosevelt witnessed the strange flashes of light enveloping the city of Washington early on the morning of December 1st, he had thought he was seeing the Second Coming of Jesus Christ himself. But when the light dissipated he was met with the arrival of an entire brigade of United States Marines. Marines that, when initially questioned by a confused populace, claimed they were fighting the Germans.

    That had caused a great deal of confusion among the civilians, as well as what few soldiers were inside the city. Some 10,000 Marines, dressed and equipped for war, were now wandering around the nation's capital, all of which also claimed that it was the year 1918. But that was just the start of Roosevelt's troubles over the next few days.

    Reports of strange lights came in from across the country, and before long the whole country found itself in a state of confusion. The border with Canada and Mexico looked nothing like it had before. The cities of Toronto, Vancouver, Victoria, and Tijuana were completely unrecognizable, if they were even there at all. Even more odd was the appearance of wooden sailing and warships straight out of the last century. Cities such as New York, Boston, Norfolk, Savannah, and Seattle were host to wooden sail ships, sloops, and even a frigate. A frigate belonging to the United States Navy, and whose crew claimed it was 1812.

    More reports flooded in about strange military formations appearing across the country, others talking about whole states having disappeared, and being replaced. Reports of strange airplanes and flying machines. None of it made any sense. Then he saw one of the strange flying machines flying over the White House, and could even see men inside the strange black machines.

    Over the next few days, the true extent of what had happened became clear to Roosevelt, and his administration. God, in all his infinite wisdom, had sent the United States of 1904, to the year 1812. Most of the United States anyway. A handful of states and almost all its overseas territories, had been replaced by versions from the future. Some by decades, others by over a century. There were also a number of Army and Navy units from the future, from coast to coast, who looked primed and ready for a fight!

    It seemed almost unimaginable, yet the proof was undeniable. Once the shock and disbelief had worn off, Roosevelt went to see it for himself. He, along with his Secretary of State Philander Knox, Secretary of War Jacob Dickinson, Army Chief of Staff Major General Frank Bell, Navy Secretary Victor Metcalf, along with a handful of other Army and Naval officers, came to the West Coast to discuss the implications of what had happened, and what they needed to do going forward.

    In Portland they were met with an assortment of officers from the Army, Navy, Marine, and some branch called the "Air Force", as well as the governors of Oregon, Washington, and California, and a number of other important looking individuals. When the meeting began, Roosevelt and his cabinet had high hopes and were looking forward to what these marvelous, if very strange, Americans from the future.

    But the longer the meeting went on, the quicker their moods soured. In the year they came from, 1907, tensions between the United States and Japan were high, and Germany was a rising power in Europe whose ships had visited the United States only months earlier in New York. Now the United States was somehow sent back in time to the year 1812, but they weren't the only ones.

    They shared this world with a Germany who was the strongest European nation in the time they came from, and a Japan that was gearing up for war with the United States. A war that the United States as a whole was unprepared to fight. Not counting the states and territories from the future, the United States of 1907 was nearly a decade behind Germany, and nearly four decades behind Japan in terms of technological advancement.

    That alone had unsettled and upset President Theodore Roosevelt and his cabinet. As the briefing went on and more officers had filtered in and out of the room, including officers bringing in fresh intelligence from Joint Army-Air Force listening facilities in Oregon and New Hampshire, their feelings had turned into ones of rage and disbelief. Especially when news of Japanese and German military movements aimed at the United States were delivered.

    "So, this is how it is?" President Theodore Roosevelt asked with a severe look on his face. "This is what the United States now faces?"

    "I'm afraid so, Mr President," Replied Major General Michael Stencel, the Adjutant Commander of the Oregon National Guard. "The situation we now face is more grim than it appears and it will only get worse as time progresses."

    "I must admit, this is not what I expected to hear when I arrived." Theodore Roosevelt said in a dour tone, his face equally as severe. "After seeing those technological marvels in West Virginia, Florida, and Arkansas, as well as those lovely Marines in Washington, I was under the impression that we'd be far ahead of the German and Japanese Empires."

    "In many respects Mr President, we very much are," Said Tina Kotek, governor of the state of Oregon. "As you've seen for yourself, we're leaps and bounds ahead of both Germany and Japan in many respectives."

    Roosevelt and those he brought with him viewed the governor rather strangely. There were no female senators or congressmen anywhere else in the country, yet here she was. A female governor of a state with a population of over four million people. A female governor with a wife! Yet despite how so many of those in the room looked at her, she seemed completely unbothered by it. The same could be said with the assortment of civilian and military leadership he'd seen from these "21st Century States".

    "But as we've said previously, our biggest problem is our supply chains," Said Lieutenant General Delos Emmons, the Commanding General of the Western Defence Command. "We're completely cut off from most of our sources of supply. While we have large amounts of men and material all around the West Coast, as well as a number of factories, we'll have the Devil's own time keeping said factories running."

    "I will say however that the forces we have are more than enough to protect our shores from either The Kaiser or the Japs." Admiral Chester Nimitz added, the expression on his face mirroring that of President Roosevelt, and many of the senior Army and Navy officers in the room.

    He was the man chosen by Franklin Roosevelt to lead the fight against the Japanese in the Pacific. He had been given orders by Roosevelt to get out to Pearl Harbor and not come back until the United States sat in Tokyo Bay, and the Japanese Empire was no more. And just when the United States had begun to gain the upper hand in the Pacific, and ready to hit back against the Japanese, "The Event" happened, sending nearly the entire Pacific Coast back in time, and depriving the United States of so many men, ships, and bases it would need to fight Japan.

    This was something on the minds of so many of his fellow officers who hailed from the year 1943. What would become of the United States back home? Would Japan prevail in the Pacific now that every major installation and ship from Honolulu to San Francisco was now gone? Would the United States have to sign a peace with Japan? Nimitz dreaded to think about that, and tried to focus on the current situation.

    "We we're gearing up for a large push towards the Central Pacific when this 'Event' happened, and even discounting the ships which have seemingly come back from the grave, have a substantial number of ships up and down the Pacific Coast. If they try to invade the United States or anywhere on this continent, we can, and will beat them back." Vice Admiral William Halsey said with great confidence.

    "But that doesn't help our boys in the Philippines should the Japanese strike." Roosevelt pointed out. "Or any of the other island possessions we currently hold in the Pacific west of Hawaii. In fact, you all seem to be arguing in favor of abandoning them in the face of the Japanese in the event of war."

    "Mr President, the Japan you knew in 1907 is not the Japan of 1941 that we now face," Admiral Nimitz said. "The Japan we now face was gearing up for war against the United States and the European powers in Asia. A Japan with an untouched industrial base and military that was the best in the Pacific at the start of the war."

    "And while we have many experienced sailors and pilots who've fought and won against the Japanese, our own industrial base is severely limited, and overall military strength is still lower than that of Japan." Vice Admiral Raymond Spruance said. "We have no means to replace any of our fleet carriers, and production of light carriers in Washington will be very slow. The same goes with any replacement aircraft, to say nothing of pilots and crew."

    "In a sick twist of fate, the situation between America and Japan in World War Two is now reversed," One 21st century naval officer said. "Japan had no ability to keep up with American industrial might or replace its losses in a timely manner. Now we sit in the position Japan once sat in, only much worse."

    "We can't replicate most of our equipment in anything short of years if at all, our factories will need to fix their supply issues before resuming production, to top it off our nation is split between three separate eras in history." An uptime army officer finished. "Meanwhile Germany and Japan, have all their industry intact, a complete and clear chain of command, aren't split between three eras of time, and are geared or gearing up for a war."

    "To put it simply, Mr President, we cannot hold the Philippines or Guam in case of war with Japan." General Stencel said. "They are too far and too deep into Japanese territory to support and resupply, and no matter how badly we may want to."

    "So that's it then?" Admiral Robley Evans exclaimed. "You would so readily abandon thousands of American soldiers and sailors to those little yellow barbarians?"

    "We may not have a choice, Admiral Evans," Major General Frank Bell said with a heavy sigh.

    "We have all seen these technological marvels in these states, and there's nothing like these in the Philippines." Lieutenant General Arthur MacArthur said. "If they say the Japanese have these, and I see no reason to doubt them, our boys in the Philippines will be slaughtered."

    "So that's it then," President Roosevelt said, slowly taking his glasses off, and wiping them clean with a handkerchief. "After all the blood and treasure we spent to take the Philippines we can do nothing to defend them. Despite all these wonderful soldiers and weapons I've seen these last few weeks, nothing can be done to defend the Philippines."

    "Mr President, our navy could sortie to the Philippines, but we'd be running into the jaws of a fully intact, and waiting Japanese Fleet." Admiral Nimitz admitted. "We'd be facing an enemy that would outnumber us, outgun us, and have crews that are better trained than most of our own. If we lost those men and ships, we'd be opening the United States up to attacks not just in Hawaii, but also the West Coast."

    "And the West Coast contains the vast majority of our strategic industry vital to protecting our country." Governor Kotek added.

    "And if we lose our shield, and the Japanese can strike us here on the West Coast, we'd be forced into a situation the United States hasn't faced since the War of 1812, and indeed even worse than that. We would be faced with very uncomfortable options." General Stencel finished, not needing to elaborate further.

    Portland had a thriving microchip industry which, while not as robust or advanced as others around the 21st century United States, or in Taiwan, which would be invaluable for maintaining some semblance of 21st century life. California and Washington held factories that manufactured everything from M4 Shermans, Boeing B-17 Flying Fortresses, and Casablanca Class light aircraft carriers.

    If those industries were open to attack by the Japanese Empire, they could cripple the majority of America's advanced civilian and war making industry. But that would only be possible if the American Navy was dealt a crippling blow. A blow that Japan could give if the U.S. Navy sortied out to meet the Imperial Japanese Navy head on. A "Decisive Battle" that Admiral Yamamoto and the Japanese Navy sought out against the United States during the entire Pacific War. A battle that would force the United States to sue for peace and suffer the humiliation of a peace dictated by one of America's worst enemies.

    "Which is why remaining on the defensive is so critical right now," Commander Samantha Roberts added. She was CO of one of the two Ticonderoga Class Cruisers caught in the event, and the only one in the Pacific. The USS Lake Champlain, like the handful of other ships she was in charge of escorting from Bremerton Naval Yard, were scheduled to have been decommissioned over the last couple of years.

    However, due to multiple brushfire wars and rising tensions with China, many ships were being called up from reserve or getting a life extension. Lake Champlain was one such ship, and was heading down to San Diego Naval Base before heading off to the Western Pacific against the Chinese. When "The Event" occurred, Commander Roberts was escorting two Avenger Class Minesweepers alongside the Littoral Combat Ships USS Independence and USS Freedom. Now the ships were anchored in Portland and Astoria alongside the Coast Guard, and the assortment of foreign naval vessels left over from Fleet Week.

    "However, we may not have to go to war." An Air Force Intel Major by the name of Anderson said. "As stated before, both Japan and Germany want to open talks with the United States. Mostly Japan as they seem to think we're either at war with them, or our entire country is from 2024."

    "But we can't ignore the possibility that such chatter might be an attempt to trick or mislead us." General Stencel said. "If what we're hearing from the Japanese is correct, and we see no reason to suggest otherwise, they are three months from carrying out the attack on Pearl Harbor, and are in desperate need of resources for their military. They may yet decide to go to war with us anyway."

    "Which is why I want to know what you plan to do about it!" President Roosevelt demanded. "If the Japanese are as much of a threat as you all claim it is, then what can we do in the event of war! And please tell me it doesn't involve abandoning our boys across The Pacific!"

    General Stencel let out a weary sigh and it was Admiral Nimitz who spoke up.

    "Most of us came to the conclusion that the best course of action for all the ships currently seeking shelter in the Philippines is to retreat to the Hawaiian Islands, outside the reach of Japanese forces, and well within our defensive perimeter. However, many of the ships in the Philippines do not have the range to reach Hawaii without oilers or colliers to refuel them." Nimitz said. "But we have a relief force ready to set sail from Hawaii to reinforce Wake and Guam, as well as help evacuate those ships from the Philippines. We're just waiting for the go ahead to send them west."

    "For God sake, what are you waiting for Admiral!? Send them already and get those men out of there!" Roosevelt exclaimed and both Nimitz and Halsey smiled. Turning to a nearby Ensign, Nimitz said.

    "Get word to Admiral Spruance and Turner to get Task Force 50 sailing for the Philippines immediately!" Nimitz ordered.

    "Yes sir!" The young officer replied, giving a quick salute before exiting the room.

    "And what about our men on the ground? There's thousands of soldiers in the Philippines stationed all over the archipelago!" General MacArthur said.

    "Withdrawing all of our troops from the Philippines in the short term is not feasible," General Emmons said. "It could very well send the Japs the wrong message and they'd launch an invasion immediately."

    "Not to mention just abandoning the Filipinos to the savagery of the Japanese Empire is simply intolerable." Governor Kotek said. "It's bad enough we occupied them after kicking the Spaniards out. The least we can do is ensure they don't fall victim to the Japanese and give them the independence they so want and deserve."

    It was at this point Roosevelt and most of his entourage looked at Governor Kotek as if she were insane. A few of the Army officers even looked at her in outright disdain or disgust, which was noticed by anyone paying attention.

    "She's right, you know," Commander Roberts said. "Politics and legality of the occupation aside, it would be setting a very terrible precedent to abandon them at the first sign of trouble. Even more so since they are more modern than the vast majority of the world and we cannot afford to cede ground to anyone here."

    "And it would make the Japanese believe we're weak, or at least weaker than we are, and they will exploit any perceived weakness." General Stencel added. "They are already exploiting such weakness against the Germans right now, and we don't want our men to suffer the fate of the Germans."

    "So what are you suggesting we do about it, General Stencel?" Roosevelt pressed. "What can we do about our soldiers in the Philippines!"

    "We suggest withdrawing troops from all but a few key positions in the Philippines, mostly in and around Manila Positions that would not only provide a tactical advantage, but easier to withdraw from should that become necessary."

    "There are also a number of orphaned troop ships in Manila and Subic Bay's right now," General Emmons said. "If need be, we can order those troops to help shore up defenses in the short term, especially in locations where we know the Japs would land. We could make it a very costly endeavor for the Japs should they choose to invade."

    "Which, hopefully, should prove unnecessary should these talks of peace from Japan be legitimate." Major Anderson reiterated.

    "Do you seriously expect us to treat with the Japs? After everything they did and are preparing to do?" Admiral Halsey said furiously.

    "We may not have a choice, Halsey," Nimitz said. "If nothing else, negotiation will buy us time to plan a new strategy."

    "But it also relies on the Japanese military wanting to negotiate in the first place," One Army officer said. "The Imperial Japanese Army wanted a war, especially Tojo. 'To back down would be a tremendous blow to the morale of the Army' is roughly how he justified it. And with all of their gains in China being made moot by this Act of God, they'll want to fight someone. And that someone is likely going to be the United States."

    "Either way, this is something we can't afford to pass up, either with Germany or Japan. The former of which is aware of what happened in Tsingtao, and is hinting at us negotiating with the Japanese to get their men back." Anderson added. "As Admiral Nimitz said, it buys us time if nothing else.

    "Even if we do consider negotiations," General Emmons began. "Where would we hold them? We sure as hell won't be bringing any Japs to the West Coast or Hawaii. We can't risk them getting a look at our defenses and reporting back to Tokyo. And if we send them further east, they'll find out just what situation the United States is in."

    "They might already know," Anderson replied. "They know the Philippines right now aren't from the future. And sooner or later, the Japanese will figure out the situation we're in, and that will make negotiations even more difficult for us."

    "Governor-General Smith is currently in the Philippines," President Roosevelt said. "We can inform him of the situation and direct him on how to negotiate with the Japanese if we need to."

    "Mr President, that might not be a good idea," Nimitz said. "Those in the Philippines will be completely out of their depth and unaware of the political situation facing them."

    "If we do open negotiations, it will have to be with individuals from our respective periods of time," Governor Kotek added. "That way negotiations will have a much better chance at succeeding. And I do believe a solution exists for where we can hold any potential talks."

    "Well Governor Kotek," President Roosevelt began, turning his gaze over to her. "Where do you propose we hold these talks with Japan?"

    "Juneau, Alaska." She answered. "Before the war with Japan, President Franklin Roosevelt suggested the city as a halfway point for talks with the Japanese Prime Minister. It won't put any valuable infrastructure at risk and there's thousands of troops, American and Canadian, defending it."

    "And we know how the Japanese planned to attack Alaska," Commander Roberts added. "They'd be sailing into the teeth of our navy, and we would sink the bastards."

    "Young lady, I would love to have an officer like you with my task force next time I go to sea. Think you and that magnificent ship of yours can come along?" Admiral Halsey asked, an approving smile on his face. At least the ranking naval officers in the room were polite and took her seriously.

    "Provided the fuel situation can be taken care of, you can count on my escorting you to Hawaii." Roberts replied. "However I would recommend the other ships stay behind in Oregon for the moment, they won't be of much use right now."

    "Fuel can be arranged, Commander," Admiral Nimitz said. "But I am in agreement with Halsey. I don't care what color you are, I need you, and I need your ship in Pearl. I have a feeling we're gonna need it."

    "And don't you worry about the crew either," Halsey added. "Nimitz and I will make sure they are taken care of when they arrive."

    "Well ain't this bully!" Roosevelt said, his spirit lifted to some degree. He was actually smiling, which made those in the room smile as well. Then a loud, droning sound began going off outside. A sound which many in the room were familiar with, and had them standing up as the armed soldiers and marines in the room reflexively took up positions near windows and doors. The air raid sirens in Salem were blaring to life and calls to take shelter were heard in the distance, followed by the roar of jet engines and propellers slicing through the air.

    As one of the National Guardsmen in the room pulled open the curtains on a nearby window, a flight of F-15's, followed closely by a flight of P-40 Warhawks, raced northward in the direction of Astoria.

    "That's not good," He said, turning back to those gathered in the room. "They're headed north, and look loaded for bear!"

    In his typical boisterous fashion, Roosevelt jumped up, and made his way over to the window, smiling like a little kid as he watched a flight of P-47's and even a group of B-25 bombers. In 1907 planes were only a few years old. Even biplanes were an impressive sight for the President, to say nothing of P-40's, B-25's, or the jet fighters of the modern U.S. Air Force. But before he could remark on the sight before him, a group of soldiers and guardsmen burst through the doors in the room, panicked looks on their faces.

    "Japanese submarines off the coast!" One of the Guardsmen said as he rushed in.

    "WHAT!?" Came the simultaneous reply of a dozen different people in the room.

    "They started shelling Astoria and the Navy and Coast Guard are engaging them now, but we have to move you all to safety immediately!" Another soldier said, gently, but firmly grabbing the arm of President Roosevelt, and ushering him out. "I'm sorry, Mr President!"

    "Oh, don't be sorry, young soldier!" Roosevelt replied in his cheerful manner, following as he was directed, by the soldiers and Guardsmen who rounded up everyone present, and escorted them to a convoy of armored Humvees and M117 ASV's waiting outside. As President Roosevelt was loaded into the back of one of the ASV's, he marveled at the interior and design of the vehicle. "Bully I say!"

    "If you think this is awesome, you should see a Bradley or Stryker, Mr President!" Said the same Guardsman who escorted him into the vehicle.

    "Young man, there is a great deal I can't wait to see! But first, we must deal with these perfidious Japs who have attacked our great nation!" Roosevelt exclaimed. "And I do believe we will make them pay dearly for this treachery!"

    "Alright, let's go!" A Sergeant shouted from the entrance outside the ASV. Slamming the door shut, he slammed on the hull three times, and the vehicle lurched forward, joining the convoy now leaving the Oregon State Capitol, and heading for Camp Withycombe Army National Guard Base.
     
    Chapter 6: Battle of Astoria
  • Off the Coast of Astoria, Oregon
    United States of America
    June 28th, 2024/November 17th 1943/December 17th 1907/July 1812
    17 Days After The Event


    Lieutenant Commander Akiji Tagami looked out at the scene before him with utter confusion and more than a little alarm.

    Shortly before arriving at their destination off the Western Coast of the United States, a strange storm enveloped them, churning the seas above them, and forcing Tagami to keep his submarine beneath the waves longer than he wanted. The air inside I-25 was stale and foul, his batteries needed to be charged, which seemed to have been drained much quicker in the storm, and his men could use some time out in the sun. And his men going out on the deck meant they could shell targets on the California coast.

    But when he reached periscope depth, and looked out at the coast, there were a few things that shocked him. The first and most obvious being the coastline. The volume of ship traffic, especially in naval vessels, was high. Disturbingly high. Even in regards to civilian merchant vessels, there were just so many of them, and so closely packed together. It’s as if the Americans forgot that there was even a war on.

    Even the beaches were packed with civilians and soldiers both. Tagami couldn't have asked for a better cluster of targets than this. He gave the order to surface and for his crew to man their battle stations, and for the pilots aboard his submarine, to man their plane, and proceed with their mission to firebomb American targets of opportunity.

    This was something the other submarine commanders had decided as well, as two more surfaced, men scrambling across the deck to the guns, and preparing the floatplanes for take off. At this point the Americans on the beaches had noticed the submarines, as did a number of the ships, including what appeared to be at least one destroyer with orange stripes across it. It didn’t matter. The 5.5 inch deck gun began to bark and high explosive shells flew into the nearby American town, sending the cowardly Americans fleeing for their lives.

    To the south, an American cargo vessel burst into flames as two torpedoes from nearby sub slammed into it. Tagami watched in satisfaction as lifeboats were lowered into the water as flames overtook the ship. Another submarine’s deck gun had already claimed hits on another ship, a rather large ship, which was fleeing north as fast as it could. Even one of the four Yokosuka E14Y’s launched by a nearby sub had strafed the deck of the ship.

    But that would be the end of Tagami’s, and the other submarines, good fortune. Only a few seconds later, a flight of red tailed fighters swarmed the floatplane, releasing a stream of bullets into the aircraft, shredding the airframe, and sending it tumbling down into the sea. And right as Lieutenant Commander turned his attention back towards the shore, his world went black.
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    Warrant Flying Officer Nobuo Fujita and Petty Officer Okuda Shoji looked out at the scene before them in disbelief and more than a little fear. When they had surfaced off the American West Coast and given the order to launch, it was assumed they had caught the Americans off guard. The reports told them of the coastlines packed with ships and residential areas full of people. By the time they had gotten into the air with the other pilots of the Imperial Japanese Navy, one American ship was burning, another was being shelled and harassed by one of the other E14Y’s, and fires and shell craters could be seen along the beach.

    However, Fujita and his observer soon found that the Americans were not ‘asleep at the switch’ as they liked to say. Just moments after getting airborne, the American reply was swift and brutal. A large assortment of planes ranging from PBY Catalinas, to previously unknown fighter models with red tails, swooped in on the small group of float planes and submarines.

    Depth charges dropped from Catalinas and machine guns from fighters, and cannon fire from rapidly approaching US Navy destroyers and Coast Guard cutters bracketed the submarines, who put up a valiant, but ultimately futile resistance.

    Even their own submarine, the I-25, was struck in the conning tower by the opening shot of a Coast Guard cutter, shearing through the conning tower of the submarine, followed by two more hits in rapid succession. The I-25 sank moments later, taking its crew down to a watery grave. Another submarine attempted an emergency dive, but a low flying SBD Dauntless dropped a 500 pound bomb directly where it was, followed a second later by a large explosion.

    The two others fared little better. The captain of one put to flank speed, heading for the shore as fast as possible, and beaching itself as a dozen different fighters continuously strafed it. The fourth and final submarine had managed to dive quickly enough, but neither of the men doubted its eventual fate as its location was swarmed by American ships and planes.

    Now realizing this was a one way trip, Fujita and the two remaining E14Y’s flew east, hoping to find suitable targets to strafe and bomb before they were shot down. A fate, Fujita noted, was inevitable. An inevitability reinforced by the fact that they were all taking fire from pursuing American war planes.

    “There are many Americans following us!” Petty Officer Shoji said as he brought the Type 92 machine gun to bear on the American fighters.

    “Just keep them off us for a little longer!” Fujita ordered. “I see targets up ahead!” Passing over the entrance to the Columbia River and over Fort Stevens, Fujita could see the town of Astoria, and its port facilities, directly ahead.

    “We have American ships in port directly ahead!” Said the pilot of the plane to Fujita’s port side, before the plane burst into flames from a pursuing P-40 Warhawk, who continued to pump bullets into the stricken plane even as it spiraled down in flames directly into the river below.

    Fujita jinked his plane the best he could to avoid the incoming fire, but the Americans were just more maneuverable, and far too numerous. He could feel the impact of bullets as he shook his plane, but was unable to do anything about it. Fujita just needed a little bit longer, and he’d be directly over the port facilities ahead.

    His wingman off starboard went down next, those red tailed devil planes shearing his wing off with cannon fire, and forcing him to crash into the waters just off Fort Stevens. He scowled, putting his plane through its paces and desperately trying to get more speed from the engine. And then, just as he could begin to make out the shape, Fujita saw something out of the corner of his eye rapidly approaching from the south.

    “Sir, the Americans are pulling back!” Petty Officer Shoji said, very obviously confused. “Why would they…” he paused, glancing over to his left and seeing a formation of arrow shaped aircraft heading directly towards them.

    “INCOMING!” Fujita shouted as the strange planes emitted a loud roar which drowned out the sound of even their own engine, and deafened them. One of the planes passed maybe a dozen meters overhead, and a jet of hot air slammed into the plane, forcing it into a hard right downward turn.

    Fujita tried to fight the turbulence and regain control of the aircraft, but another of the strange planes flew directly over them again, once more knocking them around like a toy, and sending them dangerously low to the river’s surface. Petty Officer Shoji tried desperately to fire on them, but they were just too fast. And then, a flight of P-40 Warhawks flew in from 5 O’Clock High, riddling the starboard wing and fuselage with bullets, and killing Shoji instantly.

    His engine caught fire and his controls were dead. Slowly, but steadily, he was going down. Behind him, the P-40’s pulled off from their pursuit, and on the water, a host of fast boats were following him, or heading to his likely point of crashing. He couldn’t bail out, not this low, and especially not with a parachute. He had his Nambu pistol and an extra magazine for it. If he survived the crash, Fujita would make the Americans pay before he died.

    If he survived. As the plane finally made contact with the water, he jerked forward in his seat, and everything went black.
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    “Bully!” President Theodore Roosevelt exclaimed as he watched two M1128 Mobile Gun Systems rumble past, heading towards the main gate of Camp Withycombe, followed by two upgunned Humvees. “This is just bully! Look at those mighty guns! Tell me young man, just what are those lovely wheeled fortresses, and what caliber are those beautiful guns!”

    “Stryker Mobile Gun Systems, Mr President!” Replied Private First Class Daniel O’Rourke. “And the gun itself fires 105 millimeter rounds.”

    “Four point one inch guns,” Commented Major General Leonard Wood as he stared in awe at the small convoy of light armored vehicles passing by. “Those are light naval guns you got there, and you mean to tell me we had much bigger than that in the time you came from?” He asked.

    “Yes sir, we do. Tanks and artillery pieces mostly. Those go up to 155 millimeters in size.”

    “It's a damn shame when the Army has bigger guns than the Navy does.” Admiral Evans huffed. “The guns I’ve seen on most of these ships, yours included, are glorified peashooters in comparison to the guns of our battleships!”

    “Your battleships don’t have an answer to a 500 pound bomb that can hit any part of a ship with pinpoint accuracy. Especially when those parts include the bridge or directly atop where the ammunition is stored.” Replied one of the uptime naval officers, right as President Roosevelt stepped out into the street in front of a slowly approaching MGS, and began to call out.

    “Now just a moment there, soldiers! I want to see this big, lumbering beast up close! By God Leonard, do you see this wonderful machine!” He said as the vehicle came to a halt, and began to climb atop it, much to the chagrin of the driver, and amusement of those watching the procedures. “Private O’Rourke, do be a lad and use that incredibly tiny camera of yours, and get me a picture with this gun!”

    “Yes sir, Mr President,” O’Rourke said, wasting no time to pull out his phone, and set up the camera app. All the while General Leonard Wood and Admiral Evans looked on at the display in complete bewilderment. Both the President’s behavior and the incredibly tiny ‘cell phone’ had left both men absolutely speechless. “All set sir! Ready whenever you are!”

    “Bully!” Roosevelt said, slapping the barrel of the M1128, and leaning his right arm along the length of the gun, while staring directly ahead. One audible click later, signifying the picture was taken, O’Rourke gave the president a thumbs up, which was returned with a very wide, and very amused smile. “Thank you for humoring me, soldiers. Now I understand that you boys have a job to do, and I shall leave you to it! Good day!”

    “The history books weren’t exaggerating,” PFC Jennings commented. “The man really was this energetic and vibrant.”

    “That’s the man who charged up San Juan Hill in 1898 and took a bullet to the chest and kept on giving his speech.” Another soldier added.

    “Now, Private O’Rourke, let me take a look at this photograph you took of me!” He said, walking up to O’Rourke, and looking at the tiny screen with a look of pure, untamed excitement and wonder. Colored photos existed in 1907, but not like the kind an IPhone or Android could take and produce. To President Roosevelt, it was as if he was staring at a mirror image of himself, a moment frozen in time in its exact detail. “Leonard, Evans, get over here and see this magnificent photograph! No, no, how about letting this young man take a picture of you gentlemen as well! O’Rourke, point that lovely contraption at them and take a photograph!”

    General Wood, Admiral Evans, and the rest of the assorted cabinet that Roosevelt had brought along looked absolutely befuddled at the scene before them. Seeing the president be overtaken with such childlike glee at the sight of these pieces of futuristic technology, at a time like this was concerning. Despite the current crisis which had the country split into three different periods of time, and despite the fact that the United States was under attack by Japan, his spirit was still high.

    But just as quickly as he had become joyous and upbeat, he became serious once more.

    “Now soldiers, I do believe we have business to attend to, and plans to formulate against these dastardly Japanese cowards! Who do they think they are, bombing innocent women and children on the beach! We’ll show those pussycats what for! And the Kaiser if he so wishes to cause trouble as well!” Roosevelt declared defiantly. “Now lead us to this ‘Tactical Operations Center’ your officers and sergeants are talking about!”
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    Springfield Listening Array
    Springfield Air National Guard Base
    Springfield, Oregon
    18 Days Post Event


    “Just what the hell is going on out there?” Captain Alex Hoffman exclaimed as he entered the Tactical Operations Center of the fledgling Air Force base.

    Over the last 24 hours things had gone from bad to worse. While they had been aware of some chatter from the Germans about sending a punitive expedition to the Caribbean, and specifically Cuba and Puerto Rico, there didn’t seem to be anything indicating that it was more than just talk. The news that a German naval fleet had left Wilhelmshaven and was heading towards the United States had already angered President Roosevelt and had many in the government and military worried.

    However, due to the transatlantic cables between America and Germany being present, as well as intercepted radio reports, indicated the fleet was on a diplomatic mission to the United States. They proclaimed their intention on visiting New York City and re-establishing relations with the United States, and seeking help against the Japanese Empire.

    That knowledge had helped calm down many in the government, until the events of yesterday. Four Japanese submarines surfaced off the coast of Oregon and began lobbing shells at the beach and residential houses, while also launching seaplanes loaded with small bombs. While all four submarines and their accompanying planes were destroyed, they had sunk one ship, damaged another, and killed five civilians in Oregon.

    President Roosevelt, as well as governor Kotek, and virtually the entire military command was infuriated. Despite having sunk the offending Japanese submarines fairly quickly, the fact they had even managed to get close at all was a humiliating defeat in its own right. With how militarized the West Coast was, nothing short of a 21st century submarine should have been able to get that close. At least, not unless it somehow got right behind the Navy’s defensive perimeter. Then there was the presence of two Imperial Japanese Navy Kawanishi HK8 Flying boats that had appeared on radar extremely close to Hawaii only one hour later.

    The two planes appeared out of a small storm, and were met with over 30 P-40 Warhawks vectored to meet them in the air. Both were swarmed and shot down with both crews being killed in the engagement. From this point onwards the entire West Coast, including Hawaii and Alaska, were on full alert. Even forces all along the East Coast and in the Caribbean were on full alert, in case any German U-Boats happened to show up, or anything else.

    “I-I’m honestly not sure, sir,” First Lieutenant Denise Harper said, standing up from her console, picking up the report print out given to her by one of her subordinates on the listening equipment. “We’re picking up a number of frantic transmissions from all over the Western Pacific.” She handed him the printout and Hoffman took it. He scanned through the first page, eyes going wide at what was written on the first page. He flipped to the second, again he quickly skimmed through it, which he repeated with several other pages, before looking back at Harper, confusion and disbelief written across his face.

    “You’ve got to be shitting me!” Hoffman exclaimed, looking back down at the report in his hand.

    “I’m afraid not sir,” She said. “The Japanese have been screaming about this for the last half day or so. And as for the other radio transmissions we’ve picked up, there’s no way those are coming from any IJN warship. And we’re both familiar with those signal types and encryptions. Not only is this well above anything the Japanese have, they wouldn’t know any of these callsigns or identifiers. These are legitimate.”

    “Jesus Christ,” Hoffman sighed, shaking his head while flipping through the pages again.

    Radio reports of a Japanese battleship hitting a mine and being subsequently torpedoed. Japanese forces engaging what appeared to be a midget submarine which torpedoed a cruiser before being sunk. Another report about a midget submarine running aground on a beach in Japan, and armed men fleeing into the surrounding area.

    Then there was what was indisputably modern radio signals and intercepts coming from the Western Pacific, in Korean, Japanese, Chinese, and even English. The data link with the few satellites in orbit had triangulated one group of signals off the coast of Hainan Island. It was there that radio intercepts from a Japanese scout plane reported two strange and unidentified vessels, before abruptly being cut off.

    “Are they still transmitting right now?” Hoffman asked, flipping to the last page, his gaze became fixated on the name of an island that was synonymous with the brutality of the Pacific Campaign in World War Two.

    Iwo Jima.
     
    Chapter 7: Battle of New York
  • Springfield Listening Array
    Springfield Air National Guard Base
    Springfield, Oregon
    18 Days Post Event


    "Yes sir, we're still in contact with them right now, as well as the Japanese Coast Guard on Marcus Island. They seem to have figured out what's going on right now and are staying put. We told them we would try to send help, but there's no guarantee we can."

    "Yeah, well I can guarantee you that not one person in the military or government wants the JSDF garrison, all their equipment, and the hundreds of Americans and Australians on Iwo Jima falling into the hands of the Japanese Empire." Hoffman said, running a hand through his hair as he let out an exasperated sigh. "And the rest of this…is a clusterfuck."

    In addition to Iwo Jima, the inhabited islands of the Ogasawara subprefecture were now present in this world. A collection of small, but modern islands with a population around 3,000 people, with examples of modern technology and knowledge of history. All of that just six hundred miles south of the Japanese mainland.

    "I think that's putting it lightly, sir. We already have many clamoring for war with the Japanese and this isn't going to make it any better. Especially when many in Japan also want war with the United States." She said.

    "The perfect storm of events to start a war that we're unprepared for," Hoffman began, going down to the summary of the report on the bottom of the page, and reading the list of callsigns and ship names present. "Most of these damn ships should have been sunk! Good lord, this is going to be a damn mess." Harper merely nodded her head in response to her Flight Commander's frustration.

    She and her unit had picked up transmissions from no fewer than three United States Navy ships and at least two Republic of Korea Navy ships operating in the Yellow Sea. They were operating very far from home and dangerously close to the shores of Japan, whose navy was already on high alert. But what unnerved her the most was the names of the ships in question, and the year they claimed to be from.

    The ROKS Cheonan, a Pohang Class Corvette sunk by North Korea in 2010, was the first ship identified, which startled a number of them. The next was PKM 357, a Chamsuri Class Patrol Boat sunk during the 2002 Battle of Yeonpyeong. The three American ships identified themselves as the USS Curtis Wilbur, USS Shiloh, and USS Harpers Ferry. The exact three ships who helped in the search for the sunken Cheonan, of which two were sunk in the last major clash with the Chinese Navy.

    All of the crews aboard the five ships were at a loss for what had happened, and initially refused to believe Harper's claims about being sent back in time. That was until a flight of Mitsubishi Zeroes flew too close to the small flotilla of ships, attacked them, and were swatted from the sky with trivial ease.

    From that point onward, Harper and everyone else with radio contact told them to sail south and get out of the area as soon as possible. They would be running a dangerous gauntlet against the Japanese, but it was their only chance to avoid complete annihilation. Further south, three more ships, two Japanese, and one Korean, were identified.

    They were JS Yūbari, JS Matsuyuki, and ROKS Seoul. Three destroyers, all with equally confused and dazed crewmen, who were also unaware of what happened until they too were attacked, and repulsed said attackers. The eight ships knew they were in hostile territory and began a desperate attempt to meet up, and break out of Japanese territory.

    Near Hainan, what was assumed to be the Jiangdao Class Corvette Liupanshui, and Houjian Class Missile Boat Panyu, were sailing at flank speed towards the Paracel Islands, which were also broadcasting panicked messages that could be heard in Oregon.

    Finally, between Iwo Jima and the rest of the islands of the Ogasawara subprefecture, were two JMSDF replenishment vessels, JDS Sagami and Hamana, two destroyers, the JS Kurama and JS Ishikari, and an Ojika Class Patrol Vessel of the Japanese Coast Guard based at Marcus Island. There was also a photo taken by a satellite in orbit that suggested an unknown submarine was headed for mainland Japan, but no signals could be linked to it.

    Those ships, combined with the single Hayabusa Class Patrol Boat and an Australian Adelaide Class Frigate near Iwo Jima on a training exercise, made for a very formidable force of modern naval power. But that of course assumed the ships weren't destroyed piecemeal by Imperial Japanese Naval forces, or downtime American Naval forces whose first instinct would be to fire on any ship with a Japanese flag.

    "We're gonna have a lot of orphaned ships here on the West Coast, although I have no idea where the hell we can put them." Harper commented. "Our facilities in Oregon are at damn near full capacity and putting them in California or Washington isn't happening."

    "That assumes we can get them to the West Coast," Hoffman said darkly. "They could get swarmed by overwhelming numbers of Japanese ships and planes and sunk or the various Japanese ships might just decide to return to their homelands, and we'll have even more problems than we do now." Harper frowned at her Flight Commander's suggestion.

    "You really think that'll happen, do you?" She said, raising an eyebrow at him.

    "I honestly have no idea," he shrugged. "Like with the Germans, many of those in the Japanese military are right wing leaning or conservatives. Sure, I don't believe any of them will turn into banzai charging fanatics, but they would love to see Japan maintain its status as a great military power, without suffering the humiliating defeat of World War Two."

    "Even if that means siding with an Empire who'd view most of them as degenerates and too soft?" Harper argued. "Many of them are women, and you can't tell me that will go over well with them."

    "I'm not saying it would, but I am saying that many Japanese even today still view Japan as a victim in World War Two, and that's not even touching the atomic bombs." Hoffman's tone now changed to one of frustration. "And if they see a chance to prevent their country from going down the road they took in the first place, they would do it. And just the knowledge of each individual sailor alone would be worth its weight in gold to Japan. Especially our capabilities and weaknesses."

    "Like our listening arrays here and in Hawaii," Harper said. "Or that we've broken Japanese Naval Codes, and can listen to them freely."

    "That's just one issue we've been discussing lately. Granted, that was before a dozen Japanese ships appeared across the Pacific, with intentions we can only take a guess at." Hoffman paused, letting out another tired, frustrated sigh. "And of course this is before we get into the Bonin or fucking Paracel Islands. Japan will not give those up without a fight, but at the same time, neither can we." He shook his head in frustration. "Thanks for the heads up, Harper." He said, his face and expression softening.

    "What do we do now, sir?"

    "Right now I need you to stay online with those ships, keep the channels open, and let our sailors in Portland know what's going on. Maybe the Tico we got here can get in contact with them too. I'm gonna report this to our commander, and from there lord only knows what we'll do." As he turned to leave, he was met by a weary and pale faced A1C, with bloodshot eyes filled with pain and anger."

    "A high priority report from Pease, sir," The young man said, his voice cracking as he handed Hoffman the manila folder he held. "They got the Statue of Liberty sir. They blew her fucking head off."

    When he said that, everyone in the room turned to look at the man, expressions ranging from shock to outright disbelief.

    "Bullshit!" One of the Staff Sergeants in the room said. Harper's hands tightened into fists and her nails dug into her palms, while Hoffman's eyes twitched uncontrollably for a few seconds, rage threatening to burst forth. He took the folder, opened it, and was met with a summary of events having just taken place off New York City, with accompanying photographs.

    "God help us all," Hoffman said, handing the folder off to Lieutenant Harper, who was surrounded by the Section Chief and NCOIC of her team. Chief Williams looked as if he were about to explode, while Technical Sergeant O'Hare just stared blankly at the horrifying photos.

    There stood the Statue of Liberty, her upper torso gone! While the arm holding the torch jutted out from the waters around Liberty Island, her entire torso above the tabula ansata was just gone. Debris lay scattered all around Liberty Island and chunks lay just visible in the water. Near the entrance to the Lower Bay, sat a burning monitor, the USS Puritan.

    Another photo, taken from the camera of a Coast Guard helicopter, showed the culprit; A German Scharnhorst Class Battleship.

    By the time the photo was taken, the ship, identified as the German Battleship Scharnhorst, was dead in the water. It burned in the waters just a few miles east of Fort Hancock, as several American Battleships surrounded, and pounded the ship to pieces with their main guns. Directly ahead of the Scharnhorst in the Lower Bay was the battleship USS Alabama, alongside the armored cruisers USS New York, and USS Brooklyn, acting as a blocking force to prevent further movement into the bay ahead of the German ship.

    Behind it, the battleship Connecticut, the lead ship of the Great White Fleet, as well as the battleships Virginia, Illinois, and Missouri, shelled the Scharnhorst unceasingly.

    Another set of photos showed another German Battleship burning off Long Island, as the fast battleship USS Massachusetts ran her down, with battleships New York and newer Texas in hot pursuit. The time lapse photos showed her taking multiple hits, listing heavily to port, and fires raging on her deck.

    The next two photos, which would become an icon of American Naval Aviation, showed the crippling of the mighty Gneisenau.

    An SBD dropped a 1,000 pound bomb on the armored deck of the Scharnhorst, penetrating the deck just ahead of the forward turret, detonating the ammunition magazine. A strike which was followed up by a torpedo hit by an SB2U Vindicator, destroying the propellers, and leaving it dead in the water.

    Unable to escape, and two of her turrets already rendered inoperable, the American battleships and their escorting cruisers, and overhead dive bombers, let loose with a merciless barrage against the Germans. A direct hit from Massachusetts destroyed its third and final turret, while the Texas scored a direct hit on the bridge.

    The final summary detailed below, dated as being finalized not even half an hour ago, stated the two German warships were still sinking, and that surviving sailors were being picked up and executed. It was hinted in the summary that feelings of mercy were quite low between Americans from all three time periods. Fires still raged in New York from shells that landed around the city. While casualties were still being counted, they were most certainly in the thousands. Three Battleships, the Kearsarge, Kentucky, and Maine, were sunk outright by the German battleships, as well as the monitor Puritan.

    Many others sustained minor to severe damage, like the USS Indiana, who beached herself on the beaches of Fort Hancock to avoid sinking.

    "President Roosevelt is gonna be out for blood," One of the airmen in the room spoke aloud, falling back into his chair, and staring up at the ceiling.

    "Roosevelt is gonna be out for blood?" Harper said incredulously, her normally calm demeanor disappearing, and her native New York accent slipped out. "Chief Williams is from New York, I'm from New York! And our home just got attacked!"

    "Right when the Germans announce their sending a fleet to New York on a diplomatic mission," Hoffman said tiredly.

    "Something tells me that fleet isn't gonna get close to New York now." Technical Sergeant O'Hare said.

    "Oh it will, at least part of it. They'll just be under the guns of the entire Atlantic Fleet, begging them to step out of line just once." Hoffman said, flipping through the last few pages of the report, and sighing. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to be in for a long next couple of days."

    The secondary report detailed other radio transmission, more numerous, coming from Germany and locations around the Northern Atlantic. Modern transmissions, mirroring that of those in the Pacific, albeit with some rather outdated broadband frequencies and callsigns being used.

    "So what the fuck do we do now?"
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    Dorm 5
    Springfield ANG Base
    18 Days Post Event
    0930 Hours


    When 1st Lieutenant Denise Harper finally got off duty at just past 0900 hours today, the United States was in an uproar. President Roosevelt, upon being informed of the attack on New York City, and the damage wrought by the Germans, he wept. When she was finally alone in the confines of her own room, away from the world, and behind thick walls and a locked door, she too had wept.

    Like President Roosevelt, New York City was her home. Even if the New York City that existed now was a relic from the early 20th century, it was still New York! The Brooklyn Bridge, Central Park, The Statue of Liberty, all still existed even in 1907, even if they weren't upgraded to the modern specifications she was used to. They all meant something to her, reminded Harper of her childhood, family, and of life. About how her parents always took her to the Statue of Liberty when she was little, how her father explained what it meant to him, and what it should mean to her as well.

    And it did mean a lot to her. She wasn't a conservative by any stretch, she did love her country, and the ideals it should stand for. Ideals it stood up for in Korea, Taiwan, the Baltics, and Guyana, all in her lifetime. Ideals her country failed to uphold in the disasters that were the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars.

    Seeing such a renowned and loved symbol of American freedom and ideals being blown in half by Nazi battleships, one of the last few things in this world that reminded her of her old life, hurt her. It hurt millions of Americans across the country, in all three time displaced sections. A news helicopter from New Hampshire, flying against the 'No Fly' order in place to preserve aviation fuel and aircraft for emergency use only, broadcast a live feed of the carnage in New York City that hundreds of thousands of Americans saw.

    American morale was already low due to so many millions of Americans being ripped from their respective periods in time, and thrown into this world. The fact that they'd likely never see any of their families again had produced an atmosphere of dread and depression. No one knew if something like this would happen again or who it might take if it did.

    Then the attacks on Oregon and New York happened. Thousands of Americans were dead, several major warships had been sunk, and America's largest city was dealt a great deal of damage. And while the perpetrators had been killed or captured, the United States wanted blood. There was just one problem with that.

    Imperial Germany was not Nazi Germany, and the two Scharnhorst Battleships that attacked New York City were not those of the Kaiserliche Marine. The situation with the Japanese submarines was even more complicated. While they did belong to Japan, interrogations of the surviving pilot shot down in Astoria had revealed that the submarine he had launched from, and likely those accompanying his, were from 1942.

    An actual attack from either nation had yet to occur. The closest there was to any real combat was a few Japanese scout planes shot down over the Philippines by American ships in the region. And while more Japanese ships were surrounding the Philippines, recent events across the Pacific had their fleet scattering in multiple directions. However, it looked as if America and Japan were destined for a showdown in the Pacific sooner or later.

    "A war we aren't prepared for," Harper lamented to herself, falling back onto her bed, and staring up at the ceiling. All of these events occurring seemed to make any potential diplomatic solution with the two empires less and less likely, not to mention all the new ships running around, many of which had allegiances unknown. They might be from the modern day, but nothing prevented them from going to Japan or Germany to help uplift their homelands.

    "Or help them fight a war against us," She said.

    That was another major concern the higher ups were discussing. If any of the various Japanese or German ships decided to stand with their respective homelands in a war against the United States, the technological advantage the American Armed Forces held would be nullified. Modern radars and anti-ship missiles would be very good at chewing up and spitting out Second World War era planes and ships. Especially aircraft carriers, of which America had no means to replace.

    She was upset and she was angry. Upset that this had happened to her country and angry at those who blamed the uptimers for failing to stop this. There was no way to predict this strange phenomena, whatever it was. They would just have to weather the storm.

    A knock on the door shook her from her thoughts.

    "Hey, Harper, you in there?" Came the voice of 1st Lieutenant Cynthia Redding, roommate, and one of the few pilots attached to the base's very small air wing, consisting of three C-26 Metroliners that should have already been retired. But the needs of the Air Force kept them flying longer than they were supposed to. Granted, the retirement date was for last year, so it wasn't as bad as it could be. "I forgot my key before I left, can you let me in?"

    With a sigh, Harper got up from her bed, walked through the common area, and opened the door. Standing in the hallway, she was met with a smiling redhead wearing PT clothes, and holding a gym bag in her left hand.

    "Thanks Harper, you saved my ass!" She said, practically skipping through the doorway, before coming to a halt in front of her open room, and turned to Harper. "Have you been crying?" She asked, watching as Harper simply walked past her, and back into her room.

    "You heard about New York, right?" Harper asked as she flopped back down onto her bed. Redding winced slightly as she remembered that Harper was from New York City, and was one of the first to hear about the attack by the two battleships.

    "Yeah, came over the net while we were out on patrol tracking a Japanese submarine up near the Canadian West Coast. Some of the escorting Red Tails were especially pissed about it." Redding said. "I'm sorry, Harper, really. I know all this has been hard on you."

    "Oh you do, huh?" Harper huffed as she finally got to untying her boots, and tossed them over to her wall closet. "Whatever."

    "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Redding raised her hands up in a gesture of mock surrender. "I'm just trying to be nice, what's with the attitude?"

    "Look, I just wanna be left alone right now, Redding. Can I be left alone?" Harper pleaded, taking her OCP top off, and flinging it over her chair.

    "This is about the various downtimers, ain't it?" Redding said, her own Georgian accent coming out in full, prompting a look from Harper that wasn't quite a glare, but wasn't exactly friendly either. The look gave Redding all the answers she needed. "Figured as much. They've given us a fair bit of shit for working with the Red Tails."

    "And I bet they get along real well with you on account of how you sound, don't they?" Harper spat. "While I'm regarded as nothing more than a dressed up nigger by most of these inbred hicks!"

    Redding recoiled at the pain and vehemence in Harper's voice while her face shifted to that of a hateful glare.

    "Hicks who seem to think we're to blame for the attacks in Oregon and New York, who think that we're soft, and that we've got too many women and niggers in our ranks to be of use! Motherfuckers who don't realize that without us, America doesn't even stand a chance against Germany, much less fucking Japan!"

    "I'm not fucking arguing that, Harper! I'm on your side here, so I don't know why I'm getting bitched out here!" Redding snapped back. "You think you're the only one who's been dealing with this shit? Because you sure as fuck aren't!"

    "You're not the one who's been called a 'worthless nigger' to her fucking face!" Harper snarled. "Whatever you've been dealing with, 'flygirl', isn't shit compared to what me and others who look like me have been taking over these last few fucking weeks. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to be left alone!" Harper finished, slamming her door in Redding's face. Locking the deadbolt, she quickly shed the rest of her uniform, turned off the lights, and fell into bed.

    This night would be the first in a very long time where she cried herself to sleep.
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    Next chapter features the 16 Regiment of Foot on the White Cliffs of Dover overlooking the Imperial German Navy storming the Dover Strait!
     
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    Chapter 8: Battle of the White Cliffs of Dover
  • New York - germans from 1942 could do that.USA was lucky,that Tirpitz not joined them,or their entire fleet there would sunk.

    Modern 17 ships on Pacyfic - some japaneese would join their country,they were patriots after all.
    And,USA ships from 2023 joined 1907 USA,althought they are progressive,so why progressive japaneese should noy join 1941 Japan,too?
    Japaneese Navy was harsh,but,unlike Army,they were no genociders.

    Even if that do not happen,some ship simply must fall into japaneese hands here.If not,technology from modern day islands.
    People there would rather prefer 1941 Japan to 1907 USA - they were "yellow monkeys" there.

    And,it still do not change fact,that Japan,Germany and USA simply could not invade each other,even if they want to - and,would be unable to do so for at least next 10 years.

    Considering everytching - even if both Japan and Germany get modern technology,they could still not produce anytching better then,let say,1980 level.The same goes for 1907 USA.
    Bullshit. The Imperial Japanese Navy committed a whole slew of atrocities during the Second World War. As for the Tirpitz being there, it wouldn't be a slaughter, but it would be a much tougher fight.
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    White Cliffs of Dover
    United Kingdom
    August, 1812
    18 Days Post Event

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    Private James Bennett of the 16th Regiment of Foot looked out at the Strait of Dover in absolute horror and disbelief at the sight that lay before him.

    The Royal Navy had been defeated, totally and utterly. The most powerful navy in the history of man, was now reduced to nothing more than floating, burning debris. Everything from sloops, to frigates, to magnificent ships of the line, all destroyed. Wooden planks and bodies littered the waters of the Dover Strait, while the few warships that still floated on the water burned furiously.

    Private Bennett, like the rest of the regiment currently sitting atop the Cliffs of Dover, saw the entire massacre unfold before their very eyes. The enemy, in enormous ships made of steel, with equally enormous cannon, utterly annihilated the Royal Navy fleet with only a handful of ships. Ships that, after that appeared in this world less than a month ago after that blinding flash in Central Europe, in the Rhine Confederation.

    After that blinding flash, strange ships had visited British ports and sailed the Channel with utter impunity. They claimed to be from a nation called the "German Empire" and were asking what year it was. The entire situation was just absurd! How could you not know what year it was! There was no such thing as a German Empire! But at the same time metal ships the likes of which now insolently sailed through the Strait of Dover should not exist.

    These Germans had claimed they were from the future and sought to dictate terms to the British government, as well as the French, who they claimed to have utterly defeated. The terms and demands the Germans had brought with them were utterly intolerable to the British people, and Prime Minister Spencer Perceval had demanded the Germanic barbarians to leave England.

    So they did. In preparation for war, the Royal Navy and Army had been ordered to mobilize, and ordered into defensive postures across England. Thousands of soldiers took up positions all across Southern England, while the Royal Navy sortied from its ports, and prepared for battle against this new, terrifying enemy. And no matter how prepared they thought they were, nothing could prepare them for what came.

    Bennett did not understand the Lord's will, and probably never would, but he could not grasp just why he had done this. He could not grasp what Britain had done to deserve to have such an enemy set upon them. What had they done to deserve this slaughter? Britain was a force of good in the world, bringing civilization to savages without it, all the while building the greatest empire known to mankind.

    "You think they are going to invade us?" Private David Clark asked, a look of despair and dismay on his face.

    "No other reason they would have such a fleet so close to our shores."

    "Take a look at that one right there!" Corporal McCallum called out, lowering the field telescope he was holding to his right eye. "That's gotta be an invasion fleet! The deck is swarming with men armed with rifles! And they gotta be wearing the strangest uniforms!"

    "Prepare yourselves, men!" Called out Colonel Charles Green from atop his horse. "The Navy may have failed, but we shall not give up! Bring forth the artillery!" He commanded. "Sergeants, prepare the guns, and let those Germanic barbarians have what for!"

    As Privates Clark Bennett and Clark turned, they were met with at least a dozen six pounder field guns, as well as half a dozen nine pounder, being pushed by men, and pulled by horses up to the very edge of the Dover Cliffs. Behind them were about a dozen mortars, with men hurriedly loading in shells as fast as they could.

    "I don't think those will do much to those ships," Bennett said, alarmed at how suicidal the Colonel seemed to be, even after witnessing the destruction of the Navy just minutes ago. "They withstood heavier naval cannon, what good will these do against them?"

    "We shall not give up, soldiers!" Barked a nearby Captain who strode pompously up to them. "Now take up your positions with the rest of the men, and await further orders!" The two privates obeyed, for what else could they do?

    As they lay prone on the grass of the cliffs, they watched as a number of small boats were being lowered into the water by the larger ships. Each boat had dozens of gray-clad soldiers with rifles, while other slightly larger boats sailed in between them, almost as if they were escorts. The sight was mesmerizing for the men of the 16th Foot. The larger ships, and even some of the smaller ones, moved without any sail. How was such a feat possible?

    "Look at all the fookers!" one of the men said in astonishment. "Oi can't say oi ever saw dat many men before!"

    "We'll give them a good beatin and make them regret ever comin to the England!" Sergeant Edwards said with the utmost confidence. "Steel yourselves men, get ready!"

    No sooner had he said that, artillery boomed behind and alongside them, the six and nine pounder guns, and mortars lobbing explosives at the enemy jammed tight in the boats below. Then the volley fire began. Three ranks of men, prone, kneeling, and standing, all opened fire with their muskets at the boats below. Many of them knew the chances of them scoring a hit was low, but they had to make the effort. Splashes of water bracketed the small boats rowing to shore as some of the cannon balls got close to the craft.

    The men on the boats were packed so tightly that they couldn't even shoulder their rifles to fire. They were fish in a barrel begging to be shot. That was, until the larger escort boats opened fire with their demonic sounding guns and cannon atop the cliffs. Guns that seemed to fire hundreds, if not thousands of rounds into the ranks of soldiers atop the cliffs.

    Men fell in droves as rounds tore through the ranks, collapsing at least half of the standing ranks, and many in the other two. Dozens of men lay dead or dying on the cliffs as the escorting boats made the men of the 16th Regiment of Foot pull back from the cliffs edge.

    "Oi, where the fook do you think your goin! Get back to the front and foight!" One of the captains screamed, waving his sword, and drawing his flintlock pistol. "We won't let a bunch of sorry-" His words were cut off as a round clipped the top of his head clean off, and his lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

    "Standfast men, standfast!" Colonel Green demanded! "We must-"

    The cliffs exploded in a shower of dirt and fire as loud booms thundered from the large naval vessels in the Dover Strait. Great clouds of dirt and smoke obscured their vision as men screamed for their mothers, and for their very lives. Bodies were flung into the air, being tossed away from, or even over the cliffs, and into the waters below. Men's bodies were torn apart by the sheer explosive force of the shell bursts, and within seconds, what remained of the 16th Regiment were fleeing.

    At least half the regiment was dead or wounded, but the survivors could not, and would not stay to help them. The guns from the naval ships boomed once more, and again the cliffs were overtaken by smoke and flame, shaking the very earth like they had called down the wrath of God himself. Horses neighed in terror and even the men manning the mortars further back from the cliffs were in retreat. Officers tried to rally the men, but none of them were obeyed the regiment. They did not want to die uselessly.

    "Jesus fookin Christ lads, what in da hell are those guns they have!" Private Clark said he ran with the rest of the men, his musket still tightly gripped in his hand as he sprinted away from the certain death that awaited him if he didn't.

    "Fookin Germans shouldn't have big fooking guns like that!" Bennett huffed out in reply as he too sprinted as hard and as fast as he could away from the carnage. The men of the regiment ran for about half a mile until they came upon a road that was filled with frightened and terrified onlookers who had seen and heard the assault upon the cliffs of Dover.

    "I say, just what is going on over there? I thought you boys were supposed to be defending us, not running like cowards!" Some richly dressed woman waving a fan in front of her face said.

    "Fook you, we just got our arses kicked over on the Cliffs! Those damn Germans have weapons we never e'en seen before!" Bennett exclaimed angrily. "How aboot you go fooking fight them, ya damn cunt!"

    The woman gasped aloud, eyes going wide, and looked as if she were about to faint. How dare they talk to her like that?

    "Why, how dare you!" She said indignantly. "I will have you know that I am-"

    They never learned who she was, as the eerie quiet was soon broken by what sounded like a wail off in the distance. A wailing that grew louder and louder in pitch and volume. Turning to the east, they could make out at least six shapes in the distant sky from the direction of the sound. The objects, whatever they were, were very high in the air, and seemed to be diving down almost like a falcon dives for its prey.

    The objects grew larger and they could make out what seemed to be wings of a sort on the thing, almost like a bird. Only these wings didn't flap. Then they saw winks of light twinkling on the wings, and soon the ground all around them was churning up dirt and shrapnel as rounds fell on them by the hundreds, possibly by the thousands. Men's limbs were blown off, others were torn in half, and everyone still on their feet was scrambling for cover.

    But that noise, that dreadful, hellish noise. It didn't stop. It got louder, and louder, until the strange machines that flew above them got to but a few hundred feet above them, and dropped what seemed to be large eggs atop the men of the 16th Regiment. Only they weren't eggs, they were giant bombs.

    Each one dropped by the flying machines exploded in a shower of dirt and bloody limbs. The already beleaguered 16th Regiment once again found itself under assault by an enemy they couldn't stop. Hell, they couldn't even inconvenience them, even with the defensive advantage, even against slow rowing boats when they had an artillery advantage.

    Half of the remaining men in the regiment were either dead or dying as the flying machines were joined by others, tearing through their ranks with those rapid fire muskets they carried. Some men fell to their knees, curled up in fetal positions, and cried. Others waited for the inevitable to happen. Few stood their ground and fired feebly at their attackers. The rest of them, like Bennett and Clark, ran for their lives.
     
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    Chapter 9: Tokyo Blues
  • Tokyo, Empire of Japan
    September 17th, 1941
    17 Days After The Event
    11:00 Local Time

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    "Japan now sits at a crossroads in its destiny." Prime Minister Fumimaro Konoe said. "There can be no denying the events of the last few weeks. There can be no denying the facts that are right in front of our eyes. The world we once knew is gone and somehow our nation has been sent back in time to the year of 1812."

    No one in the room argued with the Prime Minister. Not after everything that had happened over the last few weeks. Especially not after the events of the previous day. They were no longer in the year 1941. Hundreds of prisoners gathered by the Imperial Japanese Army and Navy had painted a vivid and frightening picture.

    "But we are not the only ones we know share this backward world with." Said General Hajime Sugiyama, Chief of the Army General Staff. "As you are all undoubtedly aware, we share this world with the United States and German Empire. The latter we confirmed due to the presence of a German controlled Tsingtao. A formerly German controlled Tsingtao." He said with pride, as if it was the Army that did all the work in capturing the port from the Germans.

    "A Tsingtao that is now back in the hands of the Japanese Empire," Chief of the Navy General Staff Admiral Osami Nagano added, glaring slightly at General Sugiyama. It seemed he also forgot just how much effort the Navy had put into whittling down the defenses of the German garrison, and the casualties the Army had incurred despite it. "However, it will be months, if not a year or more until we can properly use the port in the capacity we wish. But there are more pressing matters than the Germans."

    "Indeed," Konoe said. "While a great many opportunities are now afforded to our nation, all of the problems Japan faces are still present, and in many ways even worse. Our need for oil, steel, rubber, and so many other resources our empire desperately needs to achieve greatness, is no different than a month ago."

    "Thus our plans for the former Dutch East Indies, British Malaya, Burma, Borneo, and indeed even the Philippines, must be accelerated." Ministry of War Hideki Tojo added. "Japan must not be denied the resources it needs to survive, and without the presence of the European empires to stand in our way, there is nothing and no one to stop us. Even the United States is in no position to oppose us."

    "What do you mean by that, General Tojo? Last I recall, the radio broadcasts seem to indicate the United States is at war with Japan." Cabinet Planning Board President, Admiral Teiichi Suzuki asked.

    "There is a possible answer to that question, President Suzuki." Answered Minister of Foreign Affairs, Admiral Teijirō Toyoda. "As you are all aware, the radio broadcasts from the United States have been rather contradictory in their reports. States like California and Washington say it's the year 1943, while Oregon and a handful of others keep saying it's the year 2024. However, there's very little else in the way of radio from anywhere else in the United States. What little we have picked up from outside those states is rather strange."

    "What do you mean by that, Admiral Toyoda?" Finance Minister Masatsune Ogura said.

    "The broadcasts are very weak, almost like those that were in use 30 years ago, if not older. But that's not all. One of the radio broadcasts we heard from New York claimed it was the year 1907. Many of the other broadcasts we've heard keep going on about how most of the United States is from 1907 and that Theodore Roosevelt is the president again."

    "Theodore Roosevelt," Minister of War Tojo snarled. Hideki Tojo despised Theodore Roosevelt. He had sided with Russia during the Russo-Japanese War of 1904-1905. Japan had been betrayed by Roosevelt, who sided with and defended the Russians, who Japan had bested repeatedly in battle. Japan had been denied a complete victory over Russia, a complete victory that would have seen Japan annex much of the Russian Far East, and the Russian Empire paying indemnities to Japan.

    Instead, Japan had to give up its gains in Northern Sakhalin, it would receive no war reparations from the Russian Empire, and the plans to annex Russian Siberia had been halted. The Treaty of Portsmouth had cheated Japan out of its righteous, complete, and deserved victory, by Theodore Roosevelt. It was frustrating, it was infuriating to Tojo, and to many millions of Japanese who saw this as a betrayal by the United States, and a blatant violation of Japan's sphere of influence.

    Ever since that day, Tojo had a deep hatred of the Americans, and especially hated Theodore Roosevelt. He had wished that the assassin's bullet had struck home and killed the man in 1912. And if what they were hearing from the United States was true, and Theodore Roosevelt was once again President of the United States, he would once more try to cheat Japan. Roosevelt would try to take advantage of and deprive Japan of what it needed.

    'He could try,' Tojo thought. Things would be different this time. Japan would make sure that the United States showed the Empire of Japan the proper respect, that they would pay for past transgressions against Japan. They would pay for their arrogance and impertinence. The United States would be forced to see things Japan's way, and accede to their wishes, and demands. And how Tojo enjoyed the thought of Theodore Roosevelt and the United States being humbled and embarrassed by Japan.

    "What I find most concerning is what we are hearing from the American West Coast about being at war with Japan," Admiral Yamamoto said. The plans for war against the United States, which called for a surprise attack on the US Naval Base at Pearl Harbor, to destroy the American Pacific Fleet, and force the Americans to sue for peace. It was expected that if the United States and Japan could not reach a diplomatic settlement, war would commence no later than early 1942. Yet the states claiming to be at war with Japan were saying it was late 1943! "When I was asked about our chances of victory against the United States, I stated that we shall run wild for the first six months to a year. But by the second or third year, I have no utterly no confidence in victory."

    Sour expressions showed on the faces of many of those in the room. Many of them, especially Hideki Tojo, didn't think much of the Americans. They saw them as soft, decadent, pleasure loving playboys, with no stomach for a serious war. Weak willed cowards who would crumble before the Empire of Japan.

    Few of them knew the industrial capacity of the United States, an industry that, with the press of a button, would be mobilized for war. Shipyards that could pump out ships at a rate far faster than Japan could ever hope to match. One of the few in the room who knew this fact was General Tadamichi Kuribayashi of the Imperial Japanese Army. Like Yamamoto, he too had spent time in America, and had seen the massive factories in Detroit.

    "But that was before we were sent to the past," Hideki Tojo argued. "That was before the United States was split into three separate parts, with the majority of it being a backwater nearly 40 years behind us! Now we don't have to worry about the United States standing in our way, and if Theodore Roosevelt thinks he can treat us the same way he did in 1905, he will have another thing coming!"

    "You seem to be forgetting that the entire Pacific Coast of the United States isn't a backwater, they are fully mobilized for war," Foreign Minister Toyoda said. "You also seem to be forgetting that one of these states supposedly being from the 21st century! And that's not even factoring in the other states!"

    "So what?" Tojo snapped. "We all know what the Americans had on the West Coast, and it is not enough to fight a war against Japan! Alaska is a frigid wasteland and these other states? Florida, Arkansas, West Virginia, backwater states even in the United States! The rest of the country is even more backward! They were barely making automobiles in 1907, much less tanks or planes! Even the ships they can make are laughably outdated compared to even our oldest ships! If they try to fight us, they will lose!" Tojo was insistent on this and some of the Imperial Army officers in the room agreed with him.

    "Perhaps General Tojo is right," Admiral Yamamoto said, surprising many of those present. "But if the Americans cannot replace what they lose, they are unlikely to face us in battle, and we can take what we want in the Pacific, even the Philippines and the other islands the Americans own. But I don't believe they are so disorganized that they are incapable of resistance. If they are at a war footing, an attack on Hawaii or the West Coast would be suicidal."

    "I believe you're all forgetting that our need for oil and steel has not disappeared!" Prime Minister Konoe reminded them all. "We may have a chance to avoid a war with the United States, especially when they realize the weakness of their position."

    "I agree with the Prime Minister," Admiral Suzuki concurred. "They will know they can't win a war against us and will most assuredly accept our terms."

    "And if the Americans don't see reason and choose to go to war with us?" Emperor Hirohito said softly. Those in the room now shifted their gaze to him and it was Tojo who spoke first.

    "Then we will crush them, as we most assuredly would!" Tojo boldly proclaimed.

    "Should the Americans attempt offensive action west of Hawaii, we would crush them." Yamamoto said calmly. "If President Roosevelt orders his fleet to retake the Philippines, they will fare no better than the Russians did in 1905. We would slaughter them."

    "And if the Americans are left without a main battle fleet or carriers to defend themselves, perhaps we could even take the Hawaiian Islands, possibly even Alaska." General Sugiyama suggested. "After all, with our forces from China now scattered all over the Home Islands and Manchuria, we now have the manpower to spare, it would be up to the navy to simply get us there. The Army would handle the rest" Sugiyama said, a light jab at the navy officers in the room. Some of them glared at Sugiyama, but they held their tongues.

    "Seeing as how the Dutch East Indies, Malaya, and the Philippines do not have the defenses or infrastructure they did in our time, the large invasion forces we have and are preparing will be completely unnecessary." Admiral Nagano added. "It is conceivable that the transports that were earmarked for the Southern Operation could be instead shifted towards Hawaii and Alaska, should we meet, and decisively defeat the Americans in battle."

    "That also assumes we can draw the Americans out to meet us," Yamamoto replied, mulling over the radio reports that he had not only read, but personally listened to. "As stated, the states claiming to be from 1943 say they have been at war with us for two years. If the Americans were willing to keep fighting for two years against us, they are likely to fight us for just as long now."

    "That was when they had their whole country as one! That's when they weren't split into many pieces!" Tojo argued. "We are united, we aren't split as the Americans are, and the Americans do not possess the industrial advantage they held in 1941! If they fight us, we will win!" Tojo was persistent. He hated the United States and was one of those pushing for war with the West.

    He also knew the Army had wanted blood. With all their progress in China being undone, morale was at an all time low. The Army wanted blood, and were so eager to reclaim lost glory, that they were seriously proposing an invasion of Hawaii and Alaska. Granted, with the Europeans being a non factor, even a token force could take the lands south of Japan, leaving a great deal of shipping available to them.

    But would it be enough to get an invasion force of sufficient size to Hawaii? In 1941, the Americans had two infantry divisions on the islands. How much would they have after two years of war with Japan?

    Yamamoto met Tojo's stern glare with one of his own.

    "You seem to think that the Americans will be as helpless as the Chinese. The same Chinese who had bogged down so much of your army since 1937." Tojo's glare turned into a nasty scowl, which was joined by many Imperial Army officers present. But Yamamoto was undeterred. "You again seem to forget the Americans from nearly a century in the future. Nearly a century of difference which is equivalent to your soldiers facing those of General Grant's Union Army during the American Civil War! That's what those Americans would be to your soldiers!"

    "Which will mean nothing if the Navy does its job of destroying the American Fleet!" Tojo snarled. "The Army can handle whatever troops the Americans might throw at us, you just need to take care of the American Fleet!"

    "An American Fleet that is on a war footing and expecting an attack," Prime Minister Konoe interrupted. "An American Fleet that now has access to a 21st century American Naval Base at Guantanamo Bay, or that the American city of Portland was hosting an international fleet review, and is hosting a dozen 21st century naval vessels, including one that is Japanese!"

    That got everyone's attention. The knowledge that there was a 21st century Japanese warship in the United States made everyone sit up and take notice. Before this meeting, barely a handful of people knew about it. Now all of the highest ranking officials and military officers in the room knew.

    "Another reason why I don't share the Army's views on how easy any conflict with the Americans would be," Admiral Yamamoto said. "From what we can discern, there are at least half a dozen American warships in and around Portland, with another half dozen foreign warships. On top of the Japanese ship in Portland, one has been identified as Korean, and another as Filipino."

    Many of the men in the room had expressions of disgust on their faces at the mention of a Korean warship. Koreans were barely even humans, not worthy of respect, and only good for performing manual labor, and the women to service the soldiers and sailors of Japan. The idea of a Korean warship from the 21st century being present in the United States disturbed them. The idea of a Filipino warship also disturbed them, but to a lesser degree.

    "As if Koreans could be a real threat to us." General Sugiyama scoffed, before the realization set in. "But a Korean warship implies the existence of an independent Korea." He said, and many others understood as well.

    "An independent Korea implies that the Empire of Japan no longer exists," Prime Minister Konoe said grimly. "Among the reports we have picked up from the 21st century states, is talk about how they will beat us like they did in 1945. There was also talk about something called an 'atomic bomb' in West Virginia, and using them against us."

    Again, what was said had disturbed a number of those in the room. To hear that in only four years from the time they came, the United States would stand victorious over the Empire of Japan, angered and disgusted them. To know that Korea was an independent nation disgusted them. To hear the Americans bragging about all of that over the radio angered them beyond belief. But there was also some confusion amongst them.

    Just what was an atomic bomb? Tojo and the Emperor both had asked what those were supposed to be, but no one in the room had an answer. However, one of the men in the room, Lieutenant General Takeo Yasuda, had scowled slightly when he heard the words, and had shifted his gaze slightly downward.

    Yamamoto wondered just what the man was thinking. Did the general know something the rest of the men here didn't, but couldn't say?

    "All of this information is why I believe we should re-engage in diplomatic talks with the United States," Said Kichisaburō Nomura, the ambassador to the United States who had somehow ended up back in Tokyo after The Event. "The Emperor gave me this task and I do not take it lightly." He looked over to the Emperor, waiting for a reply. Everyone in the room did. For a few moments he said nothing. Then he said,

    "We have been gifted a great opportunity for peace by being put into this world. Many of the obstacles we once faced are gone, and I am sure we can persevere through the ones that remain." He said. "As you all know, I abhor war. It is why I have given this task to ambassador Nomura. I have no doubt of his ability to-"

    He stopped as a muffled sound from outside caught his, and everyone else's attention. The wailing tone they heard almost sounded like an air raid siren. But that was impossible! There were no air raid drills scheduled for today and it was impossible that there could be any planes in the air that weren't Japanese!

    Then the ground lightly shook and the chandelier above them began to rock back and forth slightly. It was at that moment Army and Navy guards burst into the room and they all learned something was terribly wrong.
     
    Chapter 10: Battle of Springhill/The Louisiana Massacre
  • I know I said the next chapter would mostly showcase Roosevelt and the happening in Berlin, but then I realized that yall need some background as to why Theodore Roosevelt was weeping in his private office the following day of this incident. Also in my haste to post that previous threadmark, I left some units out. Mostly Coast Guard units, but some other army ones as well. Don't forget to recheck the list.
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    North of Springhill, Louisiana
    Arkansas-Louisiana Border
    21 Days Post Event
    15:30 Local Time


    Officer Jacob Morland looked out at the scene before him in a mixture of disgust and anger. Two days ago, he and three other Arkansas State Troopers, along with three Columbia County Sheriff's Deputies, to guard the border with Arkansas, just north of the town of Springhill Louisiana. Local and State police, along with National Guard units, had been on a guard rotation ever since "The Event" occurred.

    He and his fellow officers had been here for two days and in those two days saw things they never wanted to imagine. Earlier today two young black men had sprinted towards their checkpoint, bloodied and bruised, going on about a lynch mob chasing them out of town. Hearing that not only pissed them all off, it had put them on edge, and expecting trouble. Paramedics had arrived not long after and began looking over the two men. Boys really, they were still teenagers.

    And upon questioning by the paramedics, the reason for their entire ordeal had come out. They had held the door for a white woman and called her beautiful. That was it. That was the crime they had committed and why they had been chased out of town.

    "Jesus fucking Christ, what did we do to deserve being thrown back into this time?" Morland said as he shook his head. "Don't you boys worry, ain't nothing gonna happen to you, we'll make sure of it." Morland said, gesturing to the other Troopers and Deputies at the checkpoint."

    "What if they bring a posse over here?" One of the boys asked. "Ain't but a handful of ya here."

    "Word around town was they's was gonna grab the state militia or guard to come and teach youse uptimers a lesson." The second kid said. "Said they was awfully tired of niggers and women telling them what to do, and that yalls was gonna pay for it."

    "Let them try," Officer Elijah Cunningham chuckled as he tightened his ceramic vest, and reached for the AR-15 in his trunk. "We gonna have a surprise for em if they show up." His drawl was as thick as the Mississippi mud it had come from. One of the most laid back Troopers Morland had ever met, and while many people took him for a fool because of how he spoke, he knew better than that.

    "Man, how the hell can you be so calm right now?" One of the Sheriff's Deputies asked. "We probably got a militia coming down the pike and you're laughing? We got kids who damn near got lynched and you're laughing?"

    "Deputy," Elijah began, his expression still relaxed as it always was. "I was with the Second ID during the big push into Pyongyang in 2016. What I saw as we fought the Norks street by street, and house by house, was worse than this. Yes, this situation," He motioned to the two kids sitting on the rear of the ambulance. "Is fucking horrible. But I've seen half starved and brainwashed North Korean women and children charge a fucking machine gun position rather than surrender. So believe me, I've seen far worse than this!"

    "The whole campaign was brutal as shit, Boyd," One of the other Deputies added. "Was with the Third MarDiv all the way from the 38th to the little strip the Chinese claimed for themselves as a buffer zone. Those fuckers fought hard until the end."

    "Which is exactly why I ain't taking any chances with these fucks here," Elijah said as he put on a ballistic helmet, and tightened the chin strap.

    "Jesus, Cunningham, do you have an armory in your trunk?" Officer Alexis Dawson asked. "The hell you even carry all that stuff for?"

    "Because I'm a paranoid jackass who wants to be prepared, and a bullet is still a bullet, whether it's from a Springfield or an AK." He said dryly, reaching into his trunk once again, and pulling out two MRE's. "You boys over there hungry? Ain't much, but it's a hot meal. Or at least it will be when it's cooked."

    The two teenagers looked at each other in astonishment and Morland and one of the Deputies began laughing.

    "Jesus dude, you gonna feed em that?" The Deputy who was a Marine laughed. "Those poor kids won't shit for a week if you do."

    "They ain't that bad," Elijah said, walking over to the teens in question.

    "Haven't eaten anything all day, sir," The youngest said. "Not since they chased us outta town."

    "Then let's fix that, shall we?" Elijah replied.

    And he did. Over the next fifteen minutes, Elijah walked the boys through how to make the main dish, while they eagerly tore through the rest of the MRE's contents, and did his best to assure them that not only were they safe, but did his best to get them more relaxed around him and his fellow officers. And he had succeeded at that task. That was, until the shouting was heard.

    It was faint at first, but steadily getting louder and louder. Then one of the Deputies called out.

    "We got trouble!"

    To the south and coming on quickly, were at least a few dozen men, many of them armed, and all of them looking angry. Some even appeared to be wearing uniforms of the militia or National Guard.

    "Dawson, where the hell is our backup?" Morland called as he unslung his shotgun, and took up position at one of the concrete barricades.

    "They said they're a few minutes out," Dawson replied as she racked her shotgun, and took up her position behind her car. "National Guard and some of the 442nd should be here to help us out."

    "They better hurry the fuck up!" Elijah said as he sighted down his rifle and took aim at the armed mob coming up the road. "HALT! STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!" He shouted in a commanding voice he seldom used.

    By now every officer was up against some cover, rifles and shotguns aimed down the road at the approaching men. The paramedics meanwhile hurriedly loaded the two teenagers into the back of the ambulance, and made ready to leave.

    "HALT OR WE WILL FIRE ON YOU!" Elijah shouted once more and the large group of men came to a stop a few dozen feet away from where the police blockade was.

    "Dispatch, this is unit 65, we need backup now! We have a few dozen armed men approaching the blockade and they aren't stopping!" Dawson said into the radio of her car, before hanging it back up, and aiming back down her sights.

    From where Morland stood, they looked rather confused at the sight of the blockade and the patrol cars blocking the road. They also didn't like the look of the six rifles and shotguns now pointed in their direction. Morland was the only one who didn't have his sighted downrange.

    "What's your purpose in being here?" Morland said, standing firm at the center of the blockade, and staring intently at the armed mob. For a few seconds there was confused and hushed whispers between the men until one stepped out in front of them all.

    He wore what appeared to be a National Guard uniform, and carried an M1903 Springfield rifle in his hands. He looked Morland up and down with barely contained disgust before saying,

    "Where are those god damn dirty niggers!?" He snarled, scowling at Morland as he said it. "They's gonna hang for what they did!"

    "There aren't any niggers here," Morland replied calmly. "Now unless you wish to be arrested or shot, you'll turn around, and leave!"

    At his proclamation, some of the mess in the mob laughed, but most had an expression that mirrored the one of the man in front of him. The man's face contorted to one of pure rage and hatred. He seemed to be shaking in limp dicked impotent rage, utterly beside himself that a black man dared talk to him like that.

    "You damn uppity nigger, I'll-" Morland never learned what the man was going to do. As he raised his rifle, rounds from Elijah's AR-15 ripped the life out of the man, and all hell broke loose. Both sides exchanged fire and men on both sides dropped to the ground, wounded and dead.

    As Morland dove for cover, one of the deputies was hit in the arm, and fell backward screaming. Another caught a rifle round in his vest, which knocked the wind out of him, but didn't penetrate. At least one round hit Elijah square in the vest, forcing him back down behind the concrete barricade he chose for cover.

    "DAMMIT WE'RE TAKING FIRE!" Dawson screamed into the radio as revolver rounds and buckshot pocked her car all over. "WHERE'S OUR FUCKING BACKUP!"

    "I've had enough of this shit!" Elijah exclaimed as he reached into a pocket and pulled out a few very non-regulation grenades. Two flashbangs and one frag grenade, which he got lord only knew where. He pulled the pin on the first flashbang and tossed it over the barricade to the left. Just as it went off, he threw the second one to his right. The second one went off and finally he pulled the pin to the frag grenade. "WHEN THIS GOES OFF, WE LIGHT THEM THE FUCK UP!" Elijah shouted, launching his hand upward, and sending the grenade flying towards the men.

    Two seconds later it exploded and the screams of men quickly followed.

    "NOW!" Morland screamed as he shot up and began pumping round after round into the large crowd of men. Elijah's AR-15 had gone from single shot to full auto, as did the rifle of one of the remaining deputies. Men in the mob dropped, wounded, and dead, but many of them still continued to fire. It became apparent that there were more than just a few dozen. Many more were behind them, and many were in fact local National Guard. And with them, Morland could see what looked to be a Gatling Gun on a wheeled carriage coming their way.

    "They got a fucking machine gun!" Officer Baxter said just as a bullet clipped off the top of his head, killing him instantly, and sending his body crumpling to the ground. Then the Gatling Gun opened up, forcing them all back behind cover.

    Morland looked over at the body of his fellow State Trooper and felt sick to his stomach. Baxter had been on the force for little over a year and this was the way he had to die. Then it dawned on Morland that if help didn't arrive soon, they would all end up like Baxter did. The paramedics had managed to get out of the area just as the shooting started, but there would be no escape for them.

    But as Morland looked down the road, he could see strange shapes coming into view. Over the racket of the gunfire, which seemed to be slowing down, he could hear the rumbling of an engine. Then, he heard a loud boom, the sound of a train whistle, followed by a loud explosion in front of the barricade where the mob of men were. It was at that point the gunfire ceased, and all that could be heard from panicked and pained screaming, was the roaring racket of Humvees gunning it down the road, followed by an M4 Sherman tank, and a score of police cars and ambulances following closely behind.

    The Humvees raced ahead of the Sherman, as did an old looking Deuce and a Half truck loaded with World War Two era soldiers. The Humvees screeched to a stop just a few feet away from where the officers were hunkered down, and Arkansas National Guardsmen poured out from them as the M249's and Browning .50 caliber machine guns let loose with an unceasing and merciless barrage on what was very clearly a few hundred armed and angry militia and National Guard members.

    The soldiers who dismounted were followed up quickly by soldiers from the Japanese-American soldiers of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team. They took cover where they could, and their M1 Garands and M4 Carbines joined the guns of the Humvees as they poured fire into the mob of men. Dozens of men fell in the mob, as most began a disorganized retreat, while yet others still stubbornly tried to fight. Tires screeched on the road as police cruisers came to a stop and officers in vests and helmets raced forward with rifles and shotguns at the ready.

    Behind them, the cannon of the Sherman barked once more, this time targeting what appeared to be a group of Hotchkiss guns from the Spanish-American War, about a hundred meters behind where the mob once stood. Another loud explosion shook the earth as the guns and their ammunition exploded, killing anyone with a dozen meters. Further behind them in the trees, a few more Gatling Guns opened up, making the infantry and officers dive for cover, and forcing the Sherman to once again fire.

    But it didn't need to fire a fourth time. After it silenced the first Gatling Gun in the woods, the other stopped firing, and indeed all fire from the mob ceased, as the men broke into a panicked and unorganized retreat.

    "THEY GOT JETHRO!"

    "RETREAT! RETREAT BEFORE THEY KILL US ALL!"

    "THE NIGGERS ARE GONNA KILL US ALL!"

    The screams continued until they were no longer within earshot and well out of sight of the soldiers and police officers now swarming all over the border. When the dust finally settled and Morland could finally stand up again, he saw the true extent of the carnage.

    Baxter was dead, and Dawson, along with two of the local deputies, were wounded. Elijah just stood straight behind the barricade, rifle down, and staring intently down the road. It was almost as if he was in a trance. A small handful of the newly arrived soldiers were wounded as well, but nothing major. Most of it was from when the second Gatling had opened up.

    But on the other side of the barricade…it looked no different than Gettysburg or Antietam. Hundreds of men were laying dead or dying. Some tried to crawl or limp away from the carnage around them. They were quickly grabbed and taken into custody.

    "Get your hands off me!" One of the wounded National Guardsmen sobbed as two Arkansas Guardsmen and a member of the 442nd, tore his shirt open, and began applying dressings to his wounds.

    "Hold still God Dammit!" One of the Guardsmen hissed. "I'm trying to save your ass, although I'm not sure why I am." She commented, looking around at the scores of bodies littering the ground. "Jesus Christ."

    "These must have been at least a battalion of those bastards," Elijah finally said, turning his body towards Morland, looking down at Baxter's lifeless body, and then back at him. "Fucking Christ, Sarge, this should never have happened. We should have had the Guard here with us round the clock."

    "Yeah, I agree," Morland said tiredly. "Something tells me that's guaranteed now. They won't have a choice now. Especially if these bastards try something like this again."

    "They will. As I said, there were at least a battalion of the bastards. Granted, if they try the same way twice, it'll be a slaughter." Elijah sighed. "We're lucky yall arrived when youse did. Otherwise we'd all be dead by now. So thanks." He said to the tanker poking out of the hatch of the now idle Sherman. The tanker smiled at him.

    "About the first time someone who sounds like you has ever been pleasant to me and not called me a nigger. You're welcome, officer." Elijah smiled back at him.

    "That goes for all of you," Morland added. "We owe you guys big time."

    "Don't mention it buddy," One of the 442nd Soldiers said as he leaned up against one of the barricades and lit a cigarette.

    "We're just sorry we couldn't get here quicker than we did," One of the Arkansas Guardsmen added. "We had to wait for Big Bertha to show up before we set out. We could have gotten here quicker if we didn't wait, but those machine guns and cannon would have made it bloodier for us if we did."

    "Well you're here now," One of the wounded Deputies muttered as he was loaded onto a stretcher. "That's what matters, boys."

    "Would this poor bastard say the same thing?" One of the Guard medics asked as they placed Officer Baxter's lifeless body into a bodybag, and zipped it shut.

    Overhead, a Cessna 172 of the Arkansas Civil Air Patrol flew overhead and south towards the town of Springhill, Louisiana. It was cheaper and more effective to use it for reconnaissance than a helicopter or fighter, even against opponents like the ones they all just faced.

    "Makes you wonder what's going on around the rest of the country," One of the Guardsmen said.

    "Rumor has it something like this happened in West Virginia. Couple of cops got overrun and the armed mob kept going until a couple of Humvees chewed them to pieces." Another replied. They both shook their heads.

    "When is this shit gonna end?"
     
    Chapter 11: Battle of Ridgeway
  • Ridgeway, Berkeley County, West Virginia
    Virginia-West Virginia Border
    12:30 Local Time


    "This is dispatch to all available units, we have a 10-13 at the Ridgeway Border Crossing! At least one hundred armed individuals crossing the border towards the town of Ridgeway, all units, please respond!"

    "Cars 3, 5, and 7, will be there in 90 seconds!"

    "This is Unit 13, we have multiple contacts all along Duncan Run, requesting backup now!"

    "Backup, we need backup now!"

    "This is Titan 1-1, I've got eyes on a large formation of troops heading north from I-81! If we don't get some reinforcements over there, they'll be in the town before long!"


    Corporal Charlie Pickett of the Virginia National Guard was greatly confused as he looked down at the strange square object that resided in the now dead police officer's hand. A long, somewhat thick cord ran from the object, to the driver's side of the inside of the strange automobile, to some strange object with a bunch of blinking lights.

    Neither he, nor the other Guardsmen with him could make heads or tails of what they were seeing. All they could understand was the panicked cacophony of voices which meant they were successful in what they were being ordered to do.

    "We'll show these nigger loving uptimers whose in charge round here," Private William Sharpe said. "This is a white man's country!"

    "Yer damn right!" Sergeant Cecil Jackson concurred as he bent over and picked up a strange looking rifle from one of the dead officers. "These uptimers ain't so tough. They's mostly just niggers and queers. We'se gonna put em in their place." Off to their right, a couple of Gatling Guns opened against targets they couldn't see.

    "We'se killing dem niggers!" Private Daniel Bragg laughed. "Look at em run!" He said, pointing northward at the outline of people fleeing northward. Scouts had reported the area as being heavily residential, with a large civilian population, and from what they could tell, little in the way of police or militia.

    "This ain't right," Corporal Brian Campbell muttered to himself.

    "Hush, Campbell!" Pickett hissed. "Don't wanna let the Sergeant hear you say that." Campbell said nothing in response. He just shook his head as he continued forward in the column. Off in the distance, they could hear a strange sword swinging sound in the sky. A strange black shape came into being over Duncan's Run and unleashed a red stream of gunfire, which was followed by a hellish roar.

    "Wut in tarnation is that thang?" One Guardsman drawled.

    "Them niggers killing our boys is what!" Captain Braxton Lee snarled, looking down at the dead negro officer who had killed so many of his men. Good white men killed by a nigger and two nigger loving white men. It made even a man like Pickett sick to his stomach. What had gone wrong in America that let this ever become a reality?

    Was this really the future of the United States? Not if they had anything to say about it. They'd already hung a handful of uptimers from nearby trees and would doubtlessly hang many more before the day was done.

    "Sergeant Skinner, tell the Gatlings to take that damn thing down!" Lee ordered, drawing his revolver from its holster and fired uselessly at the flying machine.

    "Yes sir!" Sergeant Skinner replied as he darted off in the direction of the Gatling crews.

    "And just where in the hell is our artillery? We need to flatten this nigger loving town!" He said as men began to shout and point northward, in the direction of a loud racket that was getting louder. A wicked grin plastered itself across Lee's face as he could see at least half a dozen beige-tan shapes rapidly approaching. "Here they come boys, get ready!"

    "Remember what you're fighting for boys!" Sergeant Jackson bellowed. "If we don't beat them back, these niggers will rape yer sisters and wives and mothers back home!"

    "FIRE!" Captain Lee ordered just as winks of light appeared in the distance from the strange uptime vehicles. The men of the column had barely gotten off their first shots when hundreds of rounds tore through their ranks, and scores of men fell in bloody, mangled heaps.

    Lee's horse cried out in pain as rounds tore through the beast, and it collapsed, trapping Lee's right leg underneath its bulk. His screams of pain joined that of the men of the regiment as they fell as wheat before a diabolical mechanical reaper.

    "KEEP FIRING MEN! WE CAN-" Sergeant Jackson tried to order as multiple machine gun rounds tore through his abdomen, and cut his body in half. Loud thumping sounds could be heard from the vehicles, which were soon followed by explosions throughout the ranks of men still standing.

    "WE GOTTA GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!" Corporal Campbell screamed, terrified at the unholy cacophony of noises and orchestra of death and destruction all around him. Before long, the regiment broke all cohesion and began to flee back south towards their encampment at Clear Brook and Cedar Hill.

    But even as they retreated, the firing didn't stop. The uptimer vehicles, which Pickett could now clearly see, resembled nothing so much as giant rectangles with machine guns on top. Other vehicles flanked them, all of which had machine guns, and spat death just as quickly and effectively.

    Then he heard more loud whooshing noises in the sky and to the west, he saw two even stranger looking flying machines coming towards them at a terrifying speed.

    "RETREAT!" Someone called out as the flying machines let loose with projectiles that flew through the air at a terrifying speed and exploded among the packed groups of humanity down below. Pickett could only watch in horror as dozens of men or bits of men flew into the air and landed on the ground in sickening and bloody heaps.

    "YOU DAMN NIGGER LOVERS!" A red faced Private Sharpe screamed as he stood definitely before the oncoming mass of vehicles and worked the bolt of his Springfield. "YER KILLIN GOOD WHITE MEN!" His standing straight up and firing at the uptimers had attracted their attention, and within moments, machine gun bullets ripped the life out of the young man.

    It was at this point that Pickett decided that he wanted to live. He got up and broke into a dead run south, hoping to escape the death being dispensed by the enemy. He could see Corporal Campbell just ahead of him, ducking down and hiding behind the automobile where the dead negro officer lay.

    Just as he reached the rear of the automobile, Pickett felt a series of heavy blows hit him in the back, knocking the air out of him, and losing all control of his body. He collapse faced first on the ground next to the dead negro, unable to move his body. He couldn't even feel anything below his neck and could not even move his head. From where he lay, he could see Corporal Campbell, leaned up against the automobile, and nursing a bloody arm.

    "All units, push forward and run these bastards down!" The small square in the dead negro's hand spoke.

    "Rifle hot!" Another voice said and he heard a familiar whooshing noise overhead, followed by another hellish roar, and hot shell casings falling around and atop him. The screams of men and muffled explosions filled his hearing as he lay paralyzed on the ground. He felt the ground rumble, a rumble which got louder and stronger until the uptimer vehicles were upon them. Once they stopped, scores of strangely dressed soldiers dismounted, and began advancing.

    "PUSH PUSH PUSH!" One soldier, who was in his field of view, yelled out.

    "SHOOTER ON YOUR RIGHT!" Yelled another soldier whom he couldn't see. The first soldier rapidly turned and shot down a Virginia Guardsman who was hiding behind a burnt out automobile, waiting for a chance to kill one of the uptimers. Pickett had prayed the man would be able to take one of these nigger loving uptimers before dying.

    The man would have no such luck however. The uptime soldier turned with frightening speed and fired three times. Two in the chest and the third in the Guardsman's head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes.

    "HOSTILE DOWN!" The soldier yelled.

    Pickett wanted to cry. Over 2,000 of Virginia's finest were sent to teach these niggers and nigger loves a lesson, and yet they were cut down and defeated so soundly. They had managed to kill a handful of policemen, who killed a dozen of them before dying. But as far as Pickett could tell, they hadn't killed a single uptime soldier. Before the day was out, how many of them would be dead?

    To the West, he heard booms that sounded like cannon fire. Uptime cannon fire.

    "WE GOT A LIVE ONE!" Another uptime soldier screamed as three of them surrounded Campbell, who simply put his good arm up in a gesture of surrender. Pickett wanted to yell at him to not surrender. He had a pistol in a holster that he could easily reach for. But he didn't. One of the soldiers advanced on him, grabbed the pistol from its holster, and leapt back. Another soldier, this one a negress with a red cross armband, applied a tourniquet to Campbell, all the while the other soldiers kept their rifles pointed at him.

    Then the ground began to shake again, a loud racket even louder than the other vehicles accompanying the rumbling. It was at this point his vision began to blur, and the urge to fall asleep grew stronger and stronger. It was taking every bit of strength he had just to keep his eyes open. Just before his eyes closed however, he bore witness to a large metal monstrosity on treads with a turret that housed a gun that belonged on a naval ship.

    'What had we just done?' Was the last thing that ran through his head before he finally slipped into a permanent sleep.
     
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