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The Emperor contemplates his Cabinet.
It has been, he thinks, a devastating war on more than one front. Not a single member of the government
that dragged us into this depressing mess remains.
Killed of by herbiesan, or resigned, or taken the way of Seppuka

Leaving us poor devils to see this through.

An interminable pain, that can only get worse.

A pain, I cannot see a way out off...........

"Sir?"
he snaps back into focus...........the minister for production awaits him
"Yes Sato, you have good news perhaps?.....an undiscovered oil field perhaps here in Hiroshima?"

The Minister for production smiles wanely........"We did get 6 tankers in this month sir, a little oil
.
"But not enough to run a nation yes?"

"No...............but"

But


There is a but?

The Minister swallows nervously........"Your Highness, the but........the but"
"Is very sensitive perhaps?"
"Is that"
"Our people Starve, our Navy lies rusting on the bottom of the ocean, Korea is falling, China is gone,
and you believe things are still sensitive?!.........give me wisdom Minister, give it unblemished,
give it true"

The Minister nods, sweat bright on his brow.
"It is this sir..........none here believe we can last longer than to the middle of 46,
and winter will kill many.
Our factories lie quiet. But there is this. We have reserves, reserves for one last burst of production
that could take us through at least the next 3 months."

"3 Months?"

"But there will be utterly nothing left post war......"



A quiet, an almost deadly quiet fills the room.

Post war?. They are thinking post war?....and what, as I suspect, the Allies plan to wipe
the word Japanese from existence?
But what if they do not?
What, if they apply mercy?.......a strange idea, that.

They killed my father.........they Killed the Emperor..........

No

"A man, or woman can be warm with work........."

"These resources, what will they give us?"
"Thirty planes a day"

That is a lot of planes by spring

The decision is easy. Blood is easy to spill. Especially American blood.

"release tem..........re open the production lines"








Restarted all aircraft production!..........going to run her dry.......

7/11/45

The Russians crush resistance at Seoul

There is nothing, absolutely nothing now between them and Fusan.........
Korea, with its lost Army trapped at Gezan.

The Japanese public, will, of course, not hear of this.........according to
the "Government", the war in the East "proceeds well"

But the Japanese public will notice something else
Upon the thousands the knock on the doors come....."and could you humbly present yourself at work tomorrow?'

The Factories begin rolling again........

I guess Kia's and Hyundia's will now just vanish from the highways. [:D]

ORIGINAL: ny59giants

I guess Kia's and Hyundia's will now just vanish from the highways. [:D]

Yeah, but you can look forward to Ladas! [X(]

8th of November

There is a brisk, cutting breeze sweeping across Hiroshima bay.
It slices through Mioko's threadbare coat, and she cannot help but shiver
Miori stands facing her on the door step, Mioko's baby hard against her chest.
'Are you sure you want to do this?", she asks
"No I do not want to, but I need to..........the food packages from the field feed us, but they do
not buy us oil, or coal, or a million things.....we need Money .....
and the Factory will pay for them"
" But"
"Mioko hardens her face " there can be no but........if the bombers come, they will come here
, not there......"
Miori nods. There is that. How quickly they have gotten used to that grey floating mountain opposite them,
it, all the gun pits about the village, the endless soldiers....the bloody mud.
Yes, if the bombers come , it won't be for the factories.......

Miori smiles......"who knows, maybe you will be able to see our Husbands....that would be so good"
'yes, yes it would........I will be home by dusk......sorry I must leave her with you"
Miori jiggles the little bundle...."a mere baby?......I do have a few of my own remember"

"Alright then.....I am off"



There is a methane powered bus at the post office. Not a small number of passengers. An hours journey
around the bay, then along the river.
The factory
Her position on the line dark, cold, dusty.
But presently machinery begins to hum
As if she has never left, she takes up her tools, and begins to work.


Across Japan, millions again take up their tools, and begin to work.

Palembang, Batavia.

Still in Japanese hands, but useless now to her.

But they have radios still, and news to report

There are British carriers operating in the area.
The British fleet, at least, looks active.

I have been silently devoted to this story from the very first post.

This is truly a most amazing story line and Tom Clancy had nothing on you.

I can't even imagine how you couldn't get a book deal out of this.

Thank you so much for devoting so much of your experience in this a well as an impeccable writing style (spelling not withstanding).

ORIGINAL: RayYoung

I have been silently devoted to this story from the very first post.

This is truly a most amazing story line and Tom Clancy had nothing on you.

I can't even imagine how you couldn't get a book deal out of this.

Thank you so much for devoting so much of your experience in this a well as an impeccable writing style (spelling not withstanding).

+1 [&o]
I am constantly amazed at how you can paint a picture, complete with emotional situations in just a few phrases - something I could not match in several paragraphs! I even care about your characters because of it!

November 9th

Hirate shifts his arse upon the hard seat, sighs deeply, and reaches for the next
form
For a few minutes he frowns, and struggles to understand the language of what is contained
in this report, and why in the hell Tan has given it to him
It takes a minute or two, then he figures it out
On page 4, bottom corner, a hand drawn red circle around the drawing, and Tans distinctive
writing.....in this case, a simple question mark.

Ahhh, now he see's it.Tan wants to know if Musashi's current cooling system can handle
this latest proposed change.

Hirate shakes his head. Somewhere some one is definitely living in a cuckoo land.

Japan has, had, planned a great build of Akutsuki class DDs....a plan long, long
ago abandoned. Now, though, someone has found that nearly a dozen of the 4.7 inch dual turrets
for them have been built, and languish, forgotten in some wharehouse , ironically just down the
street.
So why not fit them to Musashi instead?

And why not? wonders Hirate, as he scribbles a quick note on the plans, why the truck not?
In 20 days she is ready to sea again, apparently........and in all likely hood on the bottom
one day after that (with me aboard!)........

So why the Truck not?

Somewhere, he thinks bitterly, there is more than a village missing its idiot, theres a whole
country missing them.

japan sends a not too subtle message

No less than 130 Oscars escort 10 peggy bombers to Vladivostock. They brush the opposition
aside, leaving the bombers free to attack the Russian destroyers forming up in the bay

There are 5 there, afterwards, only 4
A peggy, loaded to the hilt, slamming into a destroyer is a blow few ever wish to see again


But if the Americans come, I think we will, again, and again, and again.

10/11/45

Genzan, North Korea

Trapped against the coast, the Manchurian army holds against the Russian hordes.
There are currently 125000 men "in the pocket"

Outside, possibly nearly 3/4 of a million

But, and this is a great but, one must not get the wrong picture of this pocket.
At its base, along the coast, 42 miles are in Japanese land
42 miles that includes the city, a river mouth, a port, beaches, and many, many wharves.

At its deepest, the Japanese lines lie 40 miles inland, they are bent, yes in places, but
rest nevertheless hard on the mountains to the north, the hills to the west, the river to the south

40 miles by 40
A lot of land

So, for many "in the pocket", they know they are trapped, but there is little "feeling" of being trapped
Men go to the front, do time, then can retire to the city

There is little panic, little sense of helplessness (yet).
Nearly every second day, the transports slip in.......


As long as THAT keep happens, men of Nippon can, and will fight
as well as any man.

The Russians, of course, know this. They had a navy.........now they only have 4
destroyers

Not enough to stop those transports
So, the airforce must

And of course, japan must defend.
Its a busy day above Genzan today, entertainment a plenty for the soldiers resting.
The Yaks against Oscars, in good old dog fights.

They lose 12, we lose 6

Another Japanese squadron blooded, more men gaining experience
japan can keep this , this small effort, up forever

On Musashi, a moment

Slowly, ponderously, the two forward turrets turn to port, the barrels raise, lower, tremble slightly.

And far, far above, the director turns too.

Alignments begin.

21 days until ready to fight again.

11/11/45

A small bar near the docks, Hiroshima

Sometime after knock off time, but before meal time, and well in advance of too much to drink time

Beer has been drunk, yes, but barely enough to kick the evening off, and too little to callit a night
Tan, Hirate, and Okano contemplate the passing jostle of the people streaming home, or streaming
to work.

There is a row of warehouses between the bar and the wharves, but from here Musashi's tower and mast
can be seen
And between them, the slight haze of boiler smoke

Musashi is alongside now, and on her own power.
Basin trial has been a total success, much to Tans surprise, but not to the Chiefs.
There is, they both agree, simply too many resources available to them for that to fail.

It is a strange place to be, thinks Hirate, as he sips his beer, being a stoker
and awaiting for other departments to be ready.

But that is coming fast.
repairs, it is said, are ten days away from completion
5 days for alignments
Then, into the inland sea, and gunnery trials

And after that..........

He swallows deeply. Easier to not think about it
He nods towards Tan, towards the menu........'you buying"

For interest sake:
PRODUCTION today:

6 Oscar
4 frank
6 francis
3 shinden
3 betties
3 zeros
2 George
2 grace
2 sam
1 tsurugi
1 peggy
1 dinah
1 irving

losses today
5 oscars

Amazing to think that you are able to get even this many my friend, I wonder though how many the Allies produced on the same day ?

Damn!

This is like a fast-paced novel.

I am going to have to find the time to start at the beginning.

Well done, 1275psi!

Best Regards,

-Terry

Hi Rio

Starting at the back hey!..........get to the front and I hope you enjoy the ride


November 12th

Pilot Officer Graham (known now and forever as "Longpig" to his friends, Ahmen) hesitates at the thin
ladder leading up into the belly of the B-29, gleaming above him
"Have you ever wondered Bigglesworth, how it is that some of us seem to just
keep getting involved in s@#t, again, and again, long after we have done our fair share?"

Bigglesworth (about the only man in the entire British airforce who will actually fly with this -nearly?-
reverse ace, grins " I think old boy, that somewhere, there is a carpricios god of
circumstance who is taking too much evil pleasure in writing our lives story"

Long Pig snorts in derision "mate, I make my own life story...not some idiot in the sky"

They settle into the big bomber, Long pig in the co pilots seat, bigglesworth near the bomb aimer.

There is the usual pre mission tension.......what would they find over Japan today.


The pilot, (Jones-yes another Jones, how many of them is there in the bloody airforce ) this time, is not young. He's at least 23, veteran of 25 missions over Europe.
A symbol of the new broom sweeping bomber command in the Pacific
Germany has been ground and burnt to black dust

The veterans of that affair are now flooding the airfields of asia, here to show "those pacific pansies"
how it is done


60 Bombers depart.
target, Oita

Much to Long pigs astonishment, the mission is a good one

Clouds, heavy weather across the south china sea, patches of crap over southern Japan
Clear weather over the target.

There are fighters a plenty......useless fixed undercarted Nates of pre war vintage, planes
not even able to intercept

Oita is smited hard, and no bombers are lost

On the ground Jones will smile "What the hell have you cats been up to?....compared to the Nazi's
that was a cake walk"

Long pig can only shrug........someone, he thinks, is soon to have his delusions shattered.

Will be a delay in posts

Cantona has moved house, and His ISP has totally mucked it up, so no
turns for a while

buggar

ORIGINAL: 1275psi

Will be a delay in posts

Cantona has moved house, and His ISP has totally mucked it up, so no
turns for a while

buggar

Time to put your model in the water again and post some more pics!