Author's Note: So, this is the fourth story I have released, and this will be the limit I have set for the moment concerning how many I'll work on at this time. Some folks might wonder, how do I keep the worlds separate? That's why I have my notebooks and write everything down. Makes it easier to sort things and keep everything straight. Hopefully, with everything handled now, I'll be able to pick up the pace and keep giving you, my faithful readers, something you can read at least once every two weeks. Now, shall we begin?
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James Brighton laid back on his cot as he finished his sandwich, while he picked up one of his favorite books. It wasn't one of those exciting novels or pulp stories that was circulating around these days. It wasn't even a comic book, which was becoming increasingly popular with young men his age. No, this was a book about history. Specifically, World War Two and the social and political impact it had on the world at large.
It was one of two history books he owned. In fact, in was one of the only two books he owned, but that never stopped him from enjoying them. He loved the feel and smell of a good book. It reminded him of happier, simpler times, before everything for him changed. Everyone learned about history in school and prided themselves in knowing it properly. Unlike everyone else, he liked reading the unvarnished account.
Many textbooks he'd seen and read through were heavily edited and full of nonsensical propaganda that had no place in real history. The current book he held was the version of history that wasn't taught in the United States, primarily because such books were illegal. Mainly because it told the truth about the actions of those who'd been involved and what they'd done, the good and the bad. Although owning this book could land him in jail, it was a risk he was willing to take.
Even though the war was over by a good nine years, he still liked to read of the exploits of history's most distinguished figures. By the accounts of those who wrote the other versions that were socially acceptable, they had expunged much of the truth. James hated that when it came to history. If people didn't learn the truth about the actions of the past, they were doomed to repeat them in the future.
He picked up where he left off during the Battle of Britain in nineteen-forty. How despite great heroism on Britain's part, the sheer volume of Nazi planes was too much for their air defenses to handle. Seeing no other options available to them, Britain had then retreated to Ireland and Scotland.
Despite seeking shelter with those they had once oppressed, they hoped they could appeal to their humanity. Although they weren't on the friendliest of terms, both Scottish and Irish nations took in their beleaguered brethren. The Nazi offensive forced them from their homes as they were now a people without a country.
With the air battle won, the Nazis landed their troops, marching all the way to Hadrian's Wall. They chased after the retreating Brits, expecting they'd destroy the once mighty empire beneath their jackboots. When they reached the ancient wall, the Scots caught the first few Nazi battalions in a crossfire ambush, which slaughtered hundreds. It was then they realized that both Scotland and Ireland would not relinquish their lands without a fight. It was clear the Scots would wage a grueling guerrilla war, one which they had every intention of winning.
The Irish were just as cunning in laying their traps and using their lands to their advantage, the high cliffs giving them a definitive edge in ground combat. Nazi ships were useless in their landing assault, the high cliffs giving them little to aim at. The few beaches in Ireland had been heavily mined and fortified. The Irish made the Nazis pay for every inch they advanced, steeping it in German blood before giving any ground.
Despite taking Great Britain, the British didn't leave the Nazis with anything to use, employing scorched earth tactics. They destroyed any military facilities or anything of strategic value as they fled, to buy whatever time was needed to regroup and strike back. With each loss the Nazis suffered, the combined might of the three nations slowly built up their arsenal with stolen weapons and vehicles. It was a bitter tooth and nail fight where Britain fought to the last, in a desperate bid to retake their nation.
Because of the successful invasion, it extended the war, which was previously estimated to take maybe five years, by another three. Because of the trouble the British faced and facing the real possibility of attack from the Nazi regime, America entered the war. With their warships steaming across the Atlantic, the Nazis now had to contend with another enemy, aside from Britain.
With their full attention on the events transpiring in Europe, the U.S. would leverage no sanctions on Japan. The attack that some analysts predicted would fall on Pearl Harbor never came. The Japanese Empire was free to do what they wished in east Asia and would expand their empire. China, Thailand, Laos and many other Asian and Pacific Rim countries would fall to the Japanese advance.
Since the U.S. was entering the European theater of war, the Japanese felt no obligation to aid the powers that made up the Axis. Once it became public knowledge that the Nazi war machine would sooner wipe them out than give them any aid, Japan broke their treaty with the Germans. They believed the Nazis to be honorless dogs, who would break whatever treaties and deals they wished, whenever it suited them.
Japan neatly cut themselves away from any form of German influence, not wanting to ally themselves with such cowards. The Japanese Empire then prepared itself to dig in and entrench themselves within their new lands. They put down revolts when necessary while secretly sending what aid they could to the Allies. They sent war machines, weapons and even some spare troops for the Allied generals to direct as they needed.
