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quite indignantly. But Alan and, to the Scot’s surprise, Jack, both shook their heads.
“Not treachery. Spies and saboteurs in this country. SD. Agentur. Not the people risking their lives for Britain. That’s the only thing to explain the collapse of our networks.”
William nodded, reluctantly. “Perhaps. Scallywagging includes intel, yet we’ve heard nothing. Arthur’s not heard from a village priest on a church radio, a countryside bunker, northern Special Duties officer, Ops Patrol – nothing. The whole country’s bedlam.”
Alan quickly continued. “Point being; the government imploded, but people formed resistance armies anyway to fight back. So here’s the crazy part. The Germans sent over representatives and task forces of the army to help facilitate a BUF takeover of Edinburgh and Glasgow, right? And the London government are kaput. Oswald Moseley’s waiting in the wings, ready to be installed as a Hitler puppet.”
“Prime Minister Moseley, Christ.”
Alan shook his head. “No. Just a lackey.”
“Thank God for that.”
“Anyway, the people wanted to resist, and with the front lines in England stretching up to the Liverpool-Manchester-Leeds west-to-east line, thousands of Scottish blokes went south to join up with the partisans, and thousands more are dotted around your homeland trying to sabotage German plans. It was all set in place like us, with shelters, weapons dumps. Now, they don’t know where the front lines are, if the border is fully held by German troops, if the three northern English cities south of it are fully occupied or what. It’s all a bit chaotic.”
William’s eyes were open wide, fully grasping the dire consequences of this information:
“What you’re saying is; the north of this country and the south of mine – the entire middle chunk of this island – is a volatile, bloody warzone filled with Jerries and partisans?”
“From what I gather, that is the case, mucker. Partly, at least.”
“My God,” Jack breathed. “No wonder they’re keeping a tight lid on the whole thing.”
William snorted. “We’re all Saxon brothers , and all that. A PR campaign until things settle.”
Alan shook his head ruefully. “There’s little chance it will last into winter though. For a start if they converge on towns and villages for shelter and food, the Jerries would just raze them to the ground. There’s too many resisting to just creep home at night and live normal lives in their towns and cities. Too many jobs left empty, posts deserted. Too many German patrols in the cities and big towns. So, our boys will eventually run out of food, hiding places or bullets. Unfortunately there’s a possibility that thousands of British lads could just freeze to death, or run out of time and territory. We’re talking about an army that conquered Europe against the leftovers of ours who didn’t go to France, and the older lot who fought their fathers. Even with the weapons dumps, incendiaries and all that, they’ve got no chance long-term against the Wehrmacht.”
This was grim news. Jack hurried him on.
“Where is the army command? I take it the civil administration is the same HQ? We’re obviously not under SS rule.”
Alan gave another snort, this one mirthless. “They took over Churchill’s Blenheim Palace.”
William snorted too, in derision. “How poetic . Winston’s in exile, the war’s fini–” now it was his turn to catch himself “–… invasion’s over and Hitler still wants to piss on Churchill’s shoes.”
“A message to all of us,” Alan pointed out. “Downing Street is nominally left for whatever puppet government they decide to elect. I think they wanted Chamberlain but he refused.”
“Poor bastard. Between Munich and the Phoney War sitzkrieg , he’ll get all the blame.” William mused.
“Forget blame! History? Any future under fascism is worthless, it doesn’t matter what history records. I’d rather die than see it.”
The sudden
“Not treachery. Spies and saboteurs in this country. SD. Agentur. Not the people risking their lives for Britain. That’s the only thing to explain the collapse of our networks.”
William nodded, reluctantly. “Perhaps. Scallywagging includes intel, yet we’ve heard nothing. Arthur’s not heard from a village priest on a church radio, a countryside bunker, northern Special Duties officer, Ops Patrol – nothing. The whole country’s bedlam.”
Alan quickly continued. “Point being; the government imploded, but people formed resistance armies anyway to fight back. So here’s the crazy part. The Germans sent over representatives and task forces of the army to help facilitate a BUF takeover of Edinburgh and Glasgow, right? And the London government are kaput. Oswald Moseley’s waiting in the wings, ready to be installed as a Hitler puppet.”
“Prime Minister Moseley, Christ.”
Alan shook his head. “No. Just a lackey.”
“Thank God for that.”
“Anyway, the people wanted to resist, and with the front lines in England stretching up to the Liverpool-Manchester-Leeds west-to-east line, thousands of Scottish blokes went south to join up with the partisans, and thousands more are dotted around your homeland trying to sabotage German plans. It was all set in place like us, with shelters, weapons dumps. Now, they don’t know where the front lines are, if the border is fully held by German troops, if the three northern English cities south of it are fully occupied or what. It’s all a bit chaotic.”
William’s eyes were open wide, fully grasping the dire consequences of this information:
“What you’re saying is; the north of this country and the south of mine – the entire middle chunk of this island – is a volatile, bloody warzone filled with Jerries and partisans?”
“From what I gather, that is the case, mucker. Partly, at least.”
“My God,” Jack breathed. “No wonder they’re keeping a tight lid on the whole thing.”
William snorted. “We’re all Saxon brothers , and all that. A PR campaign until things settle.”
Alan shook his head ruefully. “There’s little chance it will last into winter though. For a start if they converge on towns and villages for shelter and food, the Jerries would just raze them to the ground. There’s too many resisting to just creep home at night and live normal lives in their towns and cities. Too many jobs left empty, posts deserted. Too many German patrols in the cities and big towns. So, our boys will eventually run out of food, hiding places or bullets. Unfortunately there’s a possibility that thousands of British lads could just freeze to death, or run out of time and territory. We’re talking about an army that conquered Europe against the leftovers of ours who didn’t go to France, and the older lot who fought their fathers. Even with the weapons dumps, incendiaries and all that, they’ve got no chance long-term against the Wehrmacht.”
This was grim news. Jack hurried him on.
“Where is the army command? I take it the civil administration is the same HQ? We’re obviously not under SS rule.”
Alan gave another snort, this one mirthless. “They took over Churchill’s Blenheim Palace.”
William snorted too, in derision. “How poetic . Winston’s in exile, the war’s fini–” now it was his turn to catch himself “–… invasion’s over and Hitler still wants to piss on Churchill’s shoes.”
“A message to all of us,” Alan pointed out. “Downing Street is nominally left for whatever puppet government they decide to elect. I think they wanted Chamberlain but he refused.”
“Poor bastard. Between Munich and the Phoney War sitzkrieg , he’ll get all the blame.” William mused.
“Forget blame! History? Any future under fascism is worthless, it doesn’t matter what history records. I’d rather die than see it.”
The sudden
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