All of those people are Code Word, background investigated up the wazoo and more, the US calls it Yankee White. Anyone having contact with or handling anything in the office unsupervised has to have this type of clearance to prevent things from happening. The worst nightmare the US has is a Yankee White working for someone else because they in effect have the keys ot the kingdom literally. This could be happening here in the Chancellors office for some reason.
Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread III
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It could also be the Chancellor. Unfortunately, elected officials can bypass all the safeguards... it's what we pay for being a democracy and the promise of representation.
Part 148, Chapter 2694
Chapter Two Thousand Six Hundred Ninety-Four
5th July 1978
Washington DC
Tatiana looked terrible. She had been awake all night and had somehow eluded capture in Boston. So, the fact that she was exhausted after having spent a stressful night was not in the least bit surprising. She was also extremely angry at the moment. Ed knew that she had been driving a car with Diplomatic plates, so she could have told him to go get fucked instead of getting breakfast with him while he conducted an informal interview. So he supposed that he ought to be thankful, Tatiana wasn’t making that easy though.
“So, your superiors have no idea that you are interviewing me in a complete breach of protocol?” Tatiana asked.
“In case it has escaped your attention, someone just put in a whole lot of effort to stitch you up” Ed replied, “We are sort of on the same side here.”
“I didn’t know that there were sides” Tatiana said. She was making a point of speaking with what Ed knew was a German accent. Most Americans didn’t know what that actually sounded like, just that it was not from here. However, the diner they were in was located in a place where they heard foreign accents all the time, so she hardly stood out. Ed was aware that Tatiana could speak with several accents including an American one because her father was Canadian. So she was doing that just to be annoying.
“You know what I mean” Ed replied before the conversation ended as the waitress placed plates of food before them. Ham and eggs with hashbrowns for Ed, oatmeal with fruit for Tatiana. He figured that spelled out the reason why she looked like she did.
They ate in awkward silence as Ed thought about how to bring the conversation around to Greyson. He had a hunch that Tatiana had knowledge of what had actually happened. Instead, she seemed scattered and when she did focus it was on the wrong things. Every few minutes, she looked over Ed’s shoulder with a disapproving look on her face as she stopped eating and poked at her food.
“How do you tolerate it?” Tatiana asked, “That man smoking where others are trying to eat.”
“People don’t smoke in Germany?” Ed asked in reply.
“Momma told me that people used to” Tatiana replied, “Then Stalin started his war and like all other luxury items tobacco was severely rationed and heavily taxed. By the time the war ended smoking was no longer fashionable, then they found out that it caused cancer so the tax on tobacco products was raised further.”
Ed couldn’t imagine something like that happening in the United States. There must not be a Tobacco Lobby in Germany, he thought to himself.
“That is all well and good” Ed said, “But that has got nothing to do with what happened last night.”
Tatiana gave him an annoyed look.
“I was asked to do a favor for a colleague” Tatiana replied, “I am sure that if you ask…”
Tatiana trailed off as she was looking out the window of the diner. She said something in German which sounded very harsh and ugly to Ed’s ears, presumably words which he might have thought were unlikely to come from a woman’s mouth. In an instant she was on her feet and headed for the door.
“We’ll be right back” Ed said awkwardly to the waitress as he handed the woman a twenty-dollar bill. He feared that they might not make it back as Tatiana snapped open a collapsible baton. Of course knowing her and her mother, she probably had far worse available. He followed her out the door only to hear Tatiana yell something at the man who had a terrified look on his face as she smashed the baton into his shin as hard as she could. The man went down in a heap as Tatiana yelled at him and continued beating him, the weighted end of the steel baton making a loud thud with every impact. Ed figured that whoever he was, he must have something to do with Tatiana fleeing for her life from the Boston Commons.
Two passersby looked with horror at what Tatiana was doing.
“What, you’ve never seen someone get what they have coming?” Ed asked them as they hurried away. He knew that it was only a matter of minutes before the DC Police took an interest in this. Diplomatic immunity had its limits and the last thing Ed needed to have happen was for Tatiana to be expelled from the country. Talking to her in Germany would be asking for another go with Momma Tigress and her pack of goons.
“Cool it Tatiana” Ed said, “Hospital not the morgue, we can’t question a corpse.”
That finally penetrated, Tatiana stopped and stared at the man for a long moment before spitting the word “Swine” at him.
“Friend of yours?” Ed asked.
“Billy Ziegler” Tatiana replied, “He was the one who asked me to do him a favor by going to Boston yesterday.”
“Is that a fact” Ed said. Even as he said that it occurred to him that this was exactly the break that he had been looking for. Someone had just fucked up by using an idiot as a catspaw.
Going down on his knee, getting close up Ed saw that Billy had an eye that was swelling shut and he was bleeding from his mouth. “You are going to tell me who is pulling your strings” Ed demanded.
“Fuck off!” Billy said in reply. Judging by his clothes, Billy looked like he was one of those guys who cared about fashion and considered himself to be quite the cat’s meow. Having a woman half his size pummel him like this had to be hurting his pride more than anything else.
“Have your way” Ed said grabbing ahold of Billy’s collar. “I’ll just let Tatiana have another round with you.”
“You are an American Federal Agent, you have rules” Billy said looking at Tatiana.
“I’ll tell you where to file a complaint when you get out of the hospital” Ed replied.
“You can’t” Billy blurted out.
“Watch me” Ed said with a smile.
5th July 1978
Washington DC
Tatiana looked terrible. She had been awake all night and had somehow eluded capture in Boston. So, the fact that she was exhausted after having spent a stressful night was not in the least bit surprising. She was also extremely angry at the moment. Ed knew that she had been driving a car with Diplomatic plates, so she could have told him to go get fucked instead of getting breakfast with him while he conducted an informal interview. So he supposed that he ought to be thankful, Tatiana wasn’t making that easy though.
“So, your superiors have no idea that you are interviewing me in a complete breach of protocol?” Tatiana asked.
“In case it has escaped your attention, someone just put in a whole lot of effort to stitch you up” Ed replied, “We are sort of on the same side here.”
“I didn’t know that there were sides” Tatiana said. She was making a point of speaking with what Ed knew was a German accent. Most Americans didn’t know what that actually sounded like, just that it was not from here. However, the diner they were in was located in a place where they heard foreign accents all the time, so she hardly stood out. Ed was aware that Tatiana could speak with several accents including an American one because her father was Canadian. So she was doing that just to be annoying.
“You know what I mean” Ed replied before the conversation ended as the waitress placed plates of food before them. Ham and eggs with hashbrowns for Ed, oatmeal with fruit for Tatiana. He figured that spelled out the reason why she looked like she did.
They ate in awkward silence as Ed thought about how to bring the conversation around to Greyson. He had a hunch that Tatiana had knowledge of what had actually happened. Instead, she seemed scattered and when she did focus it was on the wrong things. Every few minutes, she looked over Ed’s shoulder with a disapproving look on her face as she stopped eating and poked at her food.
“How do you tolerate it?” Tatiana asked, “That man smoking where others are trying to eat.”
“People don’t smoke in Germany?” Ed asked in reply.
“Momma told me that people used to” Tatiana replied, “Then Stalin started his war and like all other luxury items tobacco was severely rationed and heavily taxed. By the time the war ended smoking was no longer fashionable, then they found out that it caused cancer so the tax on tobacco products was raised further.”
Ed couldn’t imagine something like that happening in the United States. There must not be a Tobacco Lobby in Germany, he thought to himself.
“That is all well and good” Ed said, “But that has got nothing to do with what happened last night.”
Tatiana gave him an annoyed look.
“I was asked to do a favor for a colleague” Tatiana replied, “I am sure that if you ask…”
Tatiana trailed off as she was looking out the window of the diner. She said something in German which sounded very harsh and ugly to Ed’s ears, presumably words which he might have thought were unlikely to come from a woman’s mouth. In an instant she was on her feet and headed for the door.
“We’ll be right back” Ed said awkwardly to the waitress as he handed the woman a twenty-dollar bill. He feared that they might not make it back as Tatiana snapped open a collapsible baton. Of course knowing her and her mother, she probably had far worse available. He followed her out the door only to hear Tatiana yell something at the man who had a terrified look on his face as she smashed the baton into his shin as hard as she could. The man went down in a heap as Tatiana yelled at him and continued beating him, the weighted end of the steel baton making a loud thud with every impact. Ed figured that whoever he was, he must have something to do with Tatiana fleeing for her life from the Boston Commons.
Two passersby looked with horror at what Tatiana was doing.
“What, you’ve never seen someone get what they have coming?” Ed asked them as they hurried away. He knew that it was only a matter of minutes before the DC Police took an interest in this. Diplomatic immunity had its limits and the last thing Ed needed to have happen was for Tatiana to be expelled from the country. Talking to her in Germany would be asking for another go with Momma Tigress and her pack of goons.
“Cool it Tatiana” Ed said, “Hospital not the morgue, we can’t question a corpse.”
That finally penetrated, Tatiana stopped and stared at the man for a long moment before spitting the word “Swine” at him.
“Friend of yours?” Ed asked.
“Billy Ziegler” Tatiana replied, “He was the one who asked me to do him a favor by going to Boston yesterday.”
“Is that a fact” Ed said. Even as he said that it occurred to him that this was exactly the break that he had been looking for. Someone had just fucked up by using an idiot as a catspaw.
Going down on his knee, getting close up Ed saw that Billy had an eye that was swelling shut and he was bleeding from his mouth. “You are going to tell me who is pulling your strings” Ed demanded.
“Fuck off!” Billy said in reply. Judging by his clothes, Billy looked like he was one of those guys who cared about fashion and considered himself to be quite the cat’s meow. Having a woman half his size pummel him like this had to be hurting his pride more than anything else.
“Have your way” Ed said grabbing ahold of Billy’s collar. “I’ll just let Tatiana have another round with you.”
“You are an American Federal Agent, you have rules” Billy said looking at Tatiana.
“I’ll tell you where to file a complaint when you get out of the hospital” Ed replied.
“You can’t” Billy blurted out.
“Watch me” Ed said with a smile.
I think what is going right now is that the BND-NAA is a victim of their own success.
This has lead to sloppiness and hubris on their part, and ironically copying the worst traits of the CIA and developed their own brand of "Cowboy Mentality" which has allowed the Americans to get lucky and not have their source in Berlin being exposed.
The majority of the upper echelon of the BND leadership has done most of their career in the NAA section, and that has worked it way throughout the rest of the BND.
When things go massively wrong and the BND is exposed for it's failures, then there is going to be a massive housecleaning of the agency, and the only one with the credibility to do it is going to be one Katherine von Mischner zu Berlin, otherwise known as "The Tigress".
This has lead to sloppiness and hubris on their part, and ironically copying the worst traits of the CIA and developed their own brand of "Cowboy Mentality" which has allowed the Americans to get lucky and not have their source in Berlin being exposed.
The majority of the upper echelon of the BND leadership has done most of their career in the NAA section, and that has worked it way throughout the rest of the BND.
When things go massively wrong and the BND is exposed for it's failures, then there is going to be a massive housecleaning of the agency, and the only one with the credibility to do it is going to be one Katherine von Mischner zu Berlin, otherwise known as "The Tigress".
Somehow I get the feeling that Tatiana future career path is not going include a long term stay in either the Foreign Service or the BND. They, like most bureaucracies, tend to frown upon having junior members of their organisations beating the ever loving crap out of more senior colleagues. The BII may be another option, although having the infamous von Mischner temper may count against her there as well.
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I also suspect that Billy shafting Tatiana may have been someone's harebrained idea of getting payback at both Kat and Asia.
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I also suspect that Billy shafting Tatiana may have been someone's harebrained idea of getting payback at both Kat and Asia.
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It could also be a mix of jealousy, (she already has field experience), and sexism, (maybe his opinion being women should be at home, barefoot and pregnant, or at least just secretarial work). Got to love the 70's...
In convoluted thinking time, it could be that the ITTL Kissinger is pursuing a policy of detente with the United States just as he did IOTL with the Soviet Union in order to provide stability and slow down the massive arms race going on.
The SPD ITTL has been pushing an expansionist policy aimed at increasing Germany’s influence, while at the same time isolating and containing the United States.
Having a major diplomatic dispute with the United States involving the daughter of The Tigress of Pankow is great way to sideline the goal that Heinz Kissinger of slowing down the ruinous arms race that Germany and the United States are in now, and provide the peace and stability for international trade needs to thrive.
The SPD ITTL has been pushing an expansionist policy aimed at increasing Germany’s influence, while at the same time isolating and containing the United States.
Having a major diplomatic dispute with the United States involving the daughter of The Tigress of Pankow is great way to sideline the goal that Heinz Kissinger of slowing down the ruinous arms race that Germany and the United States are in now, and provide the peace and stability for international trade needs to thrive.
While both sides certainly are armed and striving to keep ahead of the other, is it realy an arms race? Afaik, we did not have a definite position to this from in univers. So would European nations in this TL see the situation as a race? Imo the various conflicts and engagements were all caling for a level of armament... but nothing that the Europeans would see as excessive. At least as far as I see. And while there is controversy about the total... well that is normal.
Um, isn't that kinfa normal? The Gov of a nation trying to further their own interests... Shocking that the Germans do that...
Well lets be honest here, the ITL USA had some very noticeble misssteps. As shown from before entering the WWI with headstamps on ammo going over the trade issues in WWII to the whole debacle with "proxy wars" in China/Korea and South America...
So why shouldn't Germany keep an eye on the USA and try to curb its ambitions... as they go dirctly against Germanies and those of its allies.
Oh, and to keep it level. Germany certainly has its on black spots. Not to mention that it is needling back the USA just as much as it is iritated by the USA.
Wow... A non-smoking Germany... Are all kinds of tobacco out of fashion or just cigarettes?
Not totally non-smoking, but once the habit was broken for a generation or two it would be growing somewhat uncommon. It wouldn't be a surprise that someone like Tatiana would be disgusted by someone smoking in an American diner which was still common in the 70's.
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First of all, I very highly recommend you go back to Thread I of this astonishingly excellent story and spend the next month or so fully catching up. Believe me, its well worth your time. To date, the story covers sixty years (and counting) in time and literally hundreds of characters spread over several generations in every corner of the planet.
The extremely compressed thumbnail summary is:
In 1916 at Verdun, a series of small incidents combine, through Stupid Luck and Happenstance (tm), to change the course of WWI. This ultimately results in a Central Powers victory. Further SL&H moments transform the German Empire into a much more democratic constitutional monarchy and a leading world power; militarily, economically, scientifically and diplomatically. The United States, meanwhile, makes several bad turning-point decisions which prevent them from reaching the heights achieved IOTL. Germany and its allies defeat the Soviet Union in a more limited WWII-ish conflict, leading to a functional Russian constitutional monarchy. Massive ripple effects continue to radiate throughout the world as a consequence of these changes. The scope of this story is an ongoing marvelous wonder to behold.
And was blamed only because he held a slightly superior rank to the soldier who actually screwed up.
Part 149, Chapter 2695
Chapter Two Thousand Six Hundred Ninety-Five
5th July 1978
Over the North Atlantic
Oxcart remembered when he was a child he had once seen what happened when a hawk got too close to a water tower where a number of sparrows had nests. The sparrows were tiny, hardly a match for the larger and presumably far more formidable hawk. That wasn’t the case though as they had mobbed the hawk, being faster and nimbler. The hawk had come under ferocious attack that it couldn’t counter as it had fled.
The way that the fighter planes from the US Navy were coming at the Gänsegeier reminded Oxcart of that. It wasn’t as if there was any place to hide, so their main tactic in situations like this was to outpace the interceptors. While the interceptors had difficulty keeping with the Gänsegeier at extreme altitudes, they didn’t need to. The search radar they used was like shining a spotlight on them and JoJo had her hands full with them trailing fifty or so kilometers behind them as she was monitoring them and employing countermeasures.
“Shit” JoJo muttered over the intercom.
“What?” Oxcart asked.
“Our friends have friends, inbound” JoJo replied.
With an exasperated sigh, Oxcart switched the intercom to speak to Poldi, “See if you can get Operations on the line. Request instructions.”
Looking out through the canopy, Oxcart saw two tiny dots in the distance that were on an intercept course. As they grew closer, he could see that they were Lockheed Lancers with the large rudder and cuneiform wings. Intelligence said that they had become the interceptor of choice by the US Airforce since the Patagonian War had revealed how deeply flawed their previous doctrine had been until Curtis and the USAF worked out the teething problems they were having with the heavily publicized Falcon. The Lancer had been developed as a relatively low-cost replacement for the older Starfire Interceptors with the intention of selling them on the International market until fate had intervened. That didn't mean much to Oxcart, he could see two planes approaching his and as they slowed to match speed he instantly saw the danger that they couldn’t possibly know about. One that the Luftwaffe had learned about though bitter experience.
“Interceptor, please be advised not to approach this plane from low four to five o’clock” Oxcart said into the microphone and was ignored. The Lancer was close enough that he could see the pilot in the cockpit and the camera in his hand. With sickening dread, Oxcart knew what was going to happen before it did. The Lancer entered one of the vortices generated by the wingtip of the Gänsegeier and was flipped into an uncontrollable spin, right into the aft fuselage of the Gänsegeier itself. The grinding of metal on metal reached Oxcart’s ears, the airframe shuttered, and he saw the Lancer spiral away already starting to break apart.
Oxcart felt the controls turn to mush as he yanked back the throttle quadrant as the plane shuttered and alarms went off. Gerstle was trying to see out the back to the extent of the damage while Oxcart had other concerns.
“Are you okay back there JoJo, Poldi!” Oxcart yelled over the intercom, over a dozen alarms going off, and got a whole lot of swearing in reply.
“How bad does it look back there?” Oxcart asked.
“I hope you know how to swim” JoJo replied.
Balderschwang, Bavaria
Marie Alexandra could hardly think of a time when she had endured a ruder awakening. Armed men storming into her bedroom in the middle of the night, telling her that her name was on the list. They had refused to say what list they were talking about, shoving her onto a waiting helicopter like a sack of potatoes instead. As the helicopter lifted off, she had time to think about how she was still wearing her nightgown, not being given a chance to change into anything more practical, and how Eli, Kiki’s little girl was screaming her head off despite Kiki trying to calm her. Nina and Lutz were in the care of the Irish nanny. Looking out the door at the mountains rushing past in the starlight, Marie could only shiver in the cold and wait.
A very short time later the helicopter set down at an unfamiliar airport and everyone was shuffled into a building.
“Would you mind telling me where we are?” Marie asked and was ignored. She was supposed to catch a train in a few hours to go to her mother’s house in the East Frisian Islands. Not this, whatever this was.
Washington DC
This latest crisis had come at a time when Nixon didn’t need one. Speculation about a German spy plane getting shot down over International Waters had leaked to the press almost as soon as it had happened. The recent development of a dedicated cable news network in Atlanta had really thrown fuel onto the fire as the News Anchors had filled the dearth of information with their own speculation, compounding the mess.
“As near as we can tell a pilot from Andrews was trying to get a photograph and caused a midair collision” Frank Church said, “The pilot of the German plane kept his plane steady long enough for his crew to eject, then started a timer on a self-destruct system before ejecting himself.”
“The German reaction?” Nixon asked.
“They are playing their cards close to the vest” Church replied, “But they reacted much like we figured they would in a crisis.”
Nixon had been briefed about how the German Army would scatter, not wanting there to be concentrations of troops in the event of a nuclear attack. Their Airforce and Navy had similar plans. The other service branches were geared towards trying to salvage whatever was left. At least they had a plan. The United States seemed to lurch from crisis to crisis and while there were contingency plans, anything too comprehensive was met with the sort of good old-fashioned paranoia that was as American as Baseball and apple pie.
“We were able to fish the crew of the German plane out of the Atlantic” Church said, “They were not happy, but they were able to fill in the blanks.”
Yeah, no one was happy, Nixon thought to himself.
5th July 1978
Over the North Atlantic
Oxcart remembered when he was a child he had once seen what happened when a hawk got too close to a water tower where a number of sparrows had nests. The sparrows were tiny, hardly a match for the larger and presumably far more formidable hawk. That wasn’t the case though as they had mobbed the hawk, being faster and nimbler. The hawk had come under ferocious attack that it couldn’t counter as it had fled.
The way that the fighter planes from the US Navy were coming at the Gänsegeier reminded Oxcart of that. It wasn’t as if there was any place to hide, so their main tactic in situations like this was to outpace the interceptors. While the interceptors had difficulty keeping with the Gänsegeier at extreme altitudes, they didn’t need to. The search radar they used was like shining a spotlight on them and JoJo had her hands full with them trailing fifty or so kilometers behind them as she was monitoring them and employing countermeasures.
“Shit” JoJo muttered over the intercom.
“What?” Oxcart asked.
“Our friends have friends, inbound” JoJo replied.
With an exasperated sigh, Oxcart switched the intercom to speak to Poldi, “See if you can get Operations on the line. Request instructions.”
Looking out through the canopy, Oxcart saw two tiny dots in the distance that were on an intercept course. As they grew closer, he could see that they were Lockheed Lancers with the large rudder and cuneiform wings. Intelligence said that they had become the interceptor of choice by the US Airforce since the Patagonian War had revealed how deeply flawed their previous doctrine had been until Curtis and the USAF worked out the teething problems they were having with the heavily publicized Falcon. The Lancer had been developed as a relatively low-cost replacement for the older Starfire Interceptors with the intention of selling them on the International market until fate had intervened. That didn't mean much to Oxcart, he could see two planes approaching his and as they slowed to match speed he instantly saw the danger that they couldn’t possibly know about. One that the Luftwaffe had learned about though bitter experience.
“Interceptor, please be advised not to approach this plane from low four to five o’clock” Oxcart said into the microphone and was ignored. The Lancer was close enough that he could see the pilot in the cockpit and the camera in his hand. With sickening dread, Oxcart knew what was going to happen before it did. The Lancer entered one of the vortices generated by the wingtip of the Gänsegeier and was flipped into an uncontrollable spin, right into the aft fuselage of the Gänsegeier itself. The grinding of metal on metal reached Oxcart’s ears, the airframe shuttered, and he saw the Lancer spiral away already starting to break apart.
Oxcart felt the controls turn to mush as he yanked back the throttle quadrant as the plane shuttered and alarms went off. Gerstle was trying to see out the back to the extent of the damage while Oxcart had other concerns.
“Are you okay back there JoJo, Poldi!” Oxcart yelled over the intercom, over a dozen alarms going off, and got a whole lot of swearing in reply.
“How bad does it look back there?” Oxcart asked.
“I hope you know how to swim” JoJo replied.
Balderschwang, Bavaria
Marie Alexandra could hardly think of a time when she had endured a ruder awakening. Armed men storming into her bedroom in the middle of the night, telling her that her name was on the list. They had refused to say what list they were talking about, shoving her onto a waiting helicopter like a sack of potatoes instead. As the helicopter lifted off, she had time to think about how she was still wearing her nightgown, not being given a chance to change into anything more practical, and how Eli, Kiki’s little girl was screaming her head off despite Kiki trying to calm her. Nina and Lutz were in the care of the Irish nanny. Looking out the door at the mountains rushing past in the starlight, Marie could only shiver in the cold and wait.
A very short time later the helicopter set down at an unfamiliar airport and everyone was shuffled into a building.
“Would you mind telling me where we are?” Marie asked and was ignored. She was supposed to catch a train in a few hours to go to her mother’s house in the East Frisian Islands. Not this, whatever this was.
Washington DC
This latest crisis had come at a time when Nixon didn’t need one. Speculation about a German spy plane getting shot down over International Waters had leaked to the press almost as soon as it had happened. The recent development of a dedicated cable news network in Atlanta had really thrown fuel onto the fire as the News Anchors had filled the dearth of information with their own speculation, compounding the mess.
“As near as we can tell a pilot from Andrews was trying to get a photograph and caused a midair collision” Frank Church said, “The pilot of the German plane kept his plane steady long enough for his crew to eject, then started a timer on a self-destruct system before ejecting himself.”
“The German reaction?” Nixon asked.
“They are playing their cards close to the vest” Church replied, “But they reacted much like we figured they would in a crisis.”
Nixon had been briefed about how the German Army would scatter, not wanting there to be concentrations of troops in the event of a nuclear attack. Their Airforce and Navy had similar plans. The other service branches were geared towards trying to salvage whatever was left. At least they had a plan. The United States seemed to lurch from crisis to crisis and while there were contingency plans, anything too comprehensive was met with the sort of good old-fashioned paranoia that was as American as Baseball and apple pie.
“We were able to fish the crew of the German plane out of the Atlantic” Church said, “They were not happy, but they were able to fill in the blanks.”
Yeah, no one was happy, Nixon thought to himself.
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So there was a blind spot that caused the pilot to hit the surveillance plane?
Man, I have nightmares of merging into traffic and a car in that tippy tiny corner blindspot that you can't see just slamming into me.
In an aircraft high in the sky? Ugh, that's terrifying.
Man, I have nightmares of merging into traffic and a car in that tippy tiny corner blindspot that you can't see just slamming into me.
In an aircraft high in the sky? Ugh, that's terrifying.