VII :: We'll meet again
Keep smiling through / just like you always do / 'til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away
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A Setting Sun: Britain 1945 - 1964
Britain on the eve of 1945 was a land desperate for hope and optimism. The people were told that the war in Europe was all but over, but the delay of the invasion, despite the Americans making up time in the south of Normandy, had caused problems for the British, whose burden of heavy casualties had taken it's toll on the overall plans and confidence of the population. There was colossal pressure on Montgomery to play his ace; pressure from both the Conservative and Labour factions in government eager to win the war, but also to rule the peace that whose only uncertainty was "when".
Despite success in Upper Normany, the Western Allies had failed in the opportunity to seal a pocket near the spa town of Bagnoles-de-l'Orne rapidly enough to prevent significant Nazi forces retreating in an organised fashion to the east of the Seine and the western suburbs of Paris.
Experience in Caen and Saint-Lô suggested that the Allies would not relish an urban war in Paris, and a bolstering of a Seine front would prevent access to the Channel Ports from Le Havre to Antwerp, effectively causing a stalemate in the west. This reorganisation on the Seine was coupled by redeployment's to the east to meet the increasing danger of the Soviets reaching the homeland, slowing their advance towards Poland.
Whilst this was, at least by the Nazi propaganda machine, deemed a success, it was merely a temporary measure. The Soviets outnumbered Nazi forces in the East by as much as 4:1 in places and were not willing to show the same restraint and caution that had been seen in France.
For the Western Allies there was frustration - not just at the stalemate, but increasingly a fear that the Soviets could sweep into and dominate Germany proper...
Western Allied advance continued to be slow, encircling Paris after a bloody battle at Rouen in October, leading to a general uprising and a German withdraw to the Somme. In the East there was greater success, but at a high price for both Axis and Soviet armies. As 1945 dawned with the allied frontlines on the Rhine and on the edge of Poland, it was the start of the end game for Nazi Germany.
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Senate House, London. January 1945
He really didn't like to firewatch, especially on these cold winter nights. The wind was light, but it still caused a shiver that penetrated his overcoat and ran down his spine, chilling him to the bone.
The raids were fewer, and with increased numbers of rocket bombs, or Steamers, as the cockney's called them, more unpredictable. It was almost dawn. The sun was beginning to rise and the Thames shone like a silver lace between the buildings to the east.
Then the noise. The unforgettable sound of the engine.
As long as you can hear it...
He thought he could see it, the sun reflecting on it's belly as it shot in from the south east, over Southwark, the Embankment then nothing. It cut out. He thought he saw it fall. It all happened in seconds. Somewhere near Green Park he reckoned. The dust was the giveaway. It had hit a building.
Not just any building either.
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The King spoke to his people the following afternoon, his voice sounding noticeably less confident. He'd been lucky, if you could call it that. Minor cuts from glass to his upper body and face.
Damned cigarettes. First fag of the day as well.
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18th June 1945. Washington
Truman had only been in office since the end of March and there had been so much to discover. This morning, though, he was expecting a call.
The 'phone rang. He glanced at Stimpson. He looked at the 'phone and held off a second, before picking up the receiver.
Yes? [pause] How big? [pause] When can we have more ready?
He looked at Stimpson and gave a thumbs up. The United States had exploded the first atomic weapon.
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7th July 1945. Stettin, Germany
Breakfast in the shelter was the same as always, Claudia thought. In silence. Stale bread. Some watery soup.
The Soviets were getting closer, yet no-one ever spoke about it. Everyone knew the rumours of what had happened to any Germans left in Warschau. Especially the women.
It had been a quiet few weeks, for some reason. There had seemed to be fewer raids over the past month, but all the same, the shelter was the safest place.
Outside, the sirens sparked into life.
Typical, just as vatti has to leave for work
Despite the darkness of the shelter there was no escaping the hot white light that penetrated it seconds later.
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7th July 1985. Stettin, Germany
Their were five wreaths to lay at the monument. Two from Japan. One from Germany and two others. Their respective heads of state stepped forward in turn and placed them down, before each bowing and stepping backwards.
The Queen placed her two last, the protocol being to lay the wreaths in the order that the bombs were dropped.
She bowed her head and stepped back.
Five used in anger. Never again.
She hoped to go home one day.
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But I know we'll meet again some sunny day