I became Stalin chapter 165
“Salute to Comrade General!”
On the runway of a secret air base near Smolensk, I was saluted by the squadrons who would conduct the bombing of Berlin.
At the end of December, in the midst of a cold blizzard, they saluteed without a single wave.
Numerous medals were shining on their chests. Pilots of reversal who performed dozens of missions by surviving in the face of overwhelming inferiority. They were shining with that much pride.
“Nice to meet you! Colonel Marina Raskova?”
“It is an honor to meet you! Comrade Secretary General!”
The first female pilot of the Soviet Union, who was selected after a rigorous screening process, was Colonel Marina Raskova, who is famous for creating the 46th Guards Night Bombing Squadron, nicknamed ‘Night Witches’.
Working as a bomber pilot from the beginning of the war, she was famous for breaking through the air defenses of German fighters and anti-aircraft guns and bombarding targets accurately, even when her air superiority was inferior.
Because she participated in the actual test of the Tupolev-4 heavy bomber made by replicating the American B-29, she was selected as the best for driving the Tupolev heavy bomber, which was selected as the nuclear-dropping aircraft, and she showed a firm determination with her eyes.
In addition, the squadron members were all pilots in the Soviet Air Corps. As if the medals shining from their chests didn’t come for free, they all held their chins up and waited for my orders, full of confidence.
“You have been chosen as the best pilots of our Soviet Federal Air Force. And the Fatherland wants to entrust you with one important, very important task.”
“Just give me an order, Comrade Secretary!”
The pilots all responded in unison. Technically, they would know exactly what to do.
In the fields of Siberia, they have repeatedly trained to drop atomic bombs. Of course, they didn’t know exactly what it was.
After several months of training to drop a bomb from an altitude of 9,000 meters, then take a sharp dive immediately after release, and get out of the bomb’s predicted range, you’ll be technically proficient. Out of several squadrons, it had the best performance.
The bombing squad consisted of seven Tu-4 bombers. Squadron commander Marina Lascova began to tell me one by one in a hoarse voice, as if trying to explain to me.
“Three out of seven bombers are weather observatories. One will be a reserve aircraft and the other three will be responsible for the actual ‘strike’.”
Of course, it was something I knew best, but it was quite interesting to hear something like this from someone else’s mouth, and even from the person who was in charge of the nuclear bombing. The others seemed to hold their breath and listen, as well.
“One of the three strike aircraft is responsible for photographing and observing the explosion, and one for measuring the explosive force. That last aircraft, I’ll control it myself… .”
“That’s right… haha… It is my mother’s maiden name.”
she smiled mischievously. A strange déjà vu struck.
The name of the aircraft that carried out the first real-world nuclear bombing on Hiroshima is the “Enola Gay”. It is said that it was named after the mother of Tuja.
In fact, according to history, Marina Raskova should have already been killed. In January 43, while making an emergency landing near Stalingrad.
History has already changed so much that millions who should have died did not die, and countless cities survived the fires of war safely. Nevertheless, why is it that nuclear bomber pilots named their aircraft after their mother’s?
Anyway, I didn’t have much time to contemplate this strangeness.
* * *
The nuclear bomb has not yet been loaded onto the aircraft. Concerned about the explosion in the process of loading the bombs, I, who is a “very important person,” had to leave the runway without seeing the loading scene.
Just in case or not, I asked Novikov, the commander of the Air Force, in the armored vehicle dedicated to the general secretary, which had been tinted with lead glass.
“… What happened to Vasily?”
“Doesn’t Comrade General Secretary ask a question?”
Beria, who took great pride in the fact that the nuclear development was carried out under her own responsibility, urged Novikov, who hesitated. When I stopped, Beria shut her mouth, but Novikov still looked frightened.
“… That… They say it was successful.”
“… Good job… .”
Perhaps nuclear flames will burn hundreds of thousands of people in Berlin. In a way, it was fortunate that the “child” was liberated from a painful death… In a way, it was a tragedy.
Vasilebsky, who saw my antipathy for dropping weapons of mass destruction on civilians, had told me.
“Can’t we just drop a flyer to evacuate civilians immediately?”
“Did you not think they would use civilians as shields?”
Nazi Germany will do much worse than that. They capture Jewish and Soviet prisoners of war and even use them as meat shields, can’t they sacrifice civilians?
In a similar vein, the proposal to warn of the bombing location or to detonate at high altitude was also rejected. Will that stop the madness of Nazi Germany? Wouldn’t that make it even worse?
It was too extravagant to discuss humanitarianism against a maddening enemy. Those who conscript the elderly and children in hundreds of thousands of units and send them to the front will never do anything to reduce the damage to civilians.
“It is said that most Soviet prisoners of war are fortunately held not in mainland Germany. Very few in Berlin… .”
“I will. Who would dare to set up a camp in the capital?”
They did not want to give even one inch of the land of the Deutsche people to the inferior races. In actual history, among the soldiers captured after the invasion of France, aren’t the blacks from the colonies, such as Algerians or Senegalese, those who were detained outside the mainland?
Both the famous Auschwitz and Birkenau concentration camps were in occupied Poland. In the first place, you captured a lot of Jews in Poland… .
“Ah! The bomber just took off!”
I looked out the window and faintly saw the plane taking off.
To end all wars, something bigger than any bomb goes.
Perhaps humanity will make thousands or tens of thousands of such things in the future and use them as tools to threaten each other, but only you will reduce the number of people who have to die.
Perhaps nuclear weapons will be used a few more times in this world. The Soviet Union was already preparing several more nuclear weapons, and the nuclear reactors in the secret city, which were constantly operating, were constantly spitting out plutonium as a raw material.
‘Two feet? three feet?’
How many rounds would it take Japan to surrender, more maddened than Germany? The US military has not yet been beating Japan as much as in 44 or 45 years of its actual history. With strategic bombing just starting to burn Japan’s major cities, Japan will still have plenty of power to resist.
The ‘skillful’ Beria had already prioritized bombing sites in Japan.
Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya, Kyoto, Yokohama, Kobe… . I thought it was just sorting by population among cities in Japan, but what do you know?
It seemed like a waste of time to worry about how many Japanese civilians would die and be injured while diplomatic relations with other countries were to be resolved. Western European countries such as France, Britain, Italy and Spain, Eastern European countries that will become our satellites in the future, China, Japan and Korea.
“Let’s go to Moscow quickly! I’m kind of tired.”
* * *
Christmas in Germany in 1943 was difficult to be a happy anniversary to spend with family.
In many families, a son or father is taken to war. Some of them were shivering in the cold as they faced the cold wave of Russia, some died and returned to bone powder, and some disappeared without ever returning.
Big goose and sausages, creamy beer or cider, and cakes stuffed with gingerbread and raisins are luxuries of a distant past that are no longer well remembered.
The Nazi regime hated the fact that the baby Jesus came in the form of a “dirty Jew” and tried to replace Christmas with something that grafted onto Germanic mythology.
At the crossroads of Berlin Square stood a giant fir tree. The tree, which would have originally been called the ‘Christmas tree’, was the ‘Yul tree’ according to the official propaganda of the Nazi Party.
The tree, said to have been used in a festival honoring the Germanic god Odin, wore a sparkling swastika on top and looked down on the passers-by.
When people met someone they knew in front of them, they stopped and shouted hello such as Heil Hitler. It’s like listening to others. The Nazi Party used to restrict people’s lives in unusual places.
For example, it was no longer possible to put a star at the top of a tree.
“Christmas is originally a traditional Germanic festival! The Latin peoples have transformed it in their own way, but we must restore the Germanic tradition of celebrating the winter solstice!”
Their ancestors believed that the sun was born after the winter solstice. So the German should wear the swastika, the sun symbol, not the star that the Jewish-Bolsheviks terribly like! Goebbels spoke on the radio in that raven-crowding voice.
No matter what the tree was wearing or what Dr. Goebbels was saying, the people didn’t pay much attention to it. All those who rebelled against the Nazis were taken away and their place was filled with ardent admirers of Nazi propaganda.
The Germans of this era were used to pretending to hear something properly and ignoring something.
* * *
“Does the Führer still refuse to be interviewed?”
“Yes that’s right. The Minister of Shenzhen would like you to wait a little longer.”
Goebbels, who was nervously scratching his feet, had to turn around while grimacing when Martin Bohrman, the secretary of the Führer, spoke.
After the disappearance of Werner Heisenberg, the scientist responsible for the Führer’s “secret project,” the Führer refused to see everyone and was living in a bunker underground in Berlin.
The Führer’s most trusted secretary and close aide, Bohrmann, received the Führer’s orders outside the door and delivered them to the people.
Even that seemed to be about paroxysmal shouting and nervous irritability.
Goebbels, who had planted his men near the Führer, knew about it. The Führer also invested huge amounts of money in a secret project to build an incredibly powerful bomb, but the result was a failure.
Heisenberg boldly sabotaged the plan. He also falsely reported the results that did not come out to the President, and the President believed his lies and distributed the budget as he asked.
The result of the project, which devoured the budget to go to the military and the budget to be used for civilian life and welfare, and monopolized even thousands of workers, was really insignificant. The scientists who saw the results of Heisenberg’s research said:
“These are only theoretical ones, they are far from making anything in practice.”
“You mean making a bomb out of this? Well, five years? 10 years? In any case, it will take quite some time.”
The Führer despaired of this and built a private secret bunker underground and hid in there to do nothing. There really wasn’t much to do, it was just something on a symbolic level, and there was a lot of useless meddling, so it didn’t change much.
But the propaganda minister, Goebbels, who was in charge of handling the symbol, could not help but be embarrassed. His power was insignificant compared to Göring, who owns the air force, a huge armed group, Speer, who has control of the budget and production rights, the Himmler who has hundreds of thousands of troops under his command, and Bohrmann, the secretary and doorknob power trusted by the Führer .
It was only through the trust and trust of the President that he had a seat of power, but after the disappearance of the President, his position in the vacuum of power was only shrinking.
In the limousine waiting for him, Goebbels bit his thumb. It was his habit of coming out whenever he was nervous.
‘Damn it, I have to do something… .’
Just then, the siren began to sound. It was a familiar air raid warning. Looking out the window, I saw people passing by the street hurriedly hiding into the alleys and buildings. An air raid on Berlin, the great capital of the Empire… .
“Damn it, another raid? Goering, what is that idiot doing?”
“Would you like to turn the car? Your Excellency.”
“No, it’s okay. Let me go quickly.”
Of course, very few bombs could actually be dropped on Berlin by the Soviet and American forces. Believing this, Goebbels quickly went to his mansion outside Berlin.
Until something huge light flashes in the sky.
I became Stalin chapter 165