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  World War Three 1946 Series

  Book one

  The Red Tide – Stalin Strikes First

  Book Two

  The Red Sky – The Second Battle of Britain

  Book Three

  The Red White & Blue – A Giant Re-Awakes

  Book Four

  The Red Sea – Blood in the Water

  World War Three 1946 - Addendum One

  The Red Tide

  Stalin Strikes First

  Book One of

  The World War Three 1946

  Series

  By Harry Kellogg III

  Third Edition

  Edited by Thomas Figueroa

  Copyright © 2014 Harry Kellogg III

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN-13: 978-1497358119

  ISBN-10: 1497358116

  I would like to thank all who have wittingly or perhaps even unwittingly, assisted us in developing this story. Our fellow alternative historians on the great forumalternatehistory.com have been of immense help in keeping us real. Without their input we would not have known about some of the littler known details of World War II. We in turn have helped to educate them about the world in 1946. A mutual give and take that I hope has

  benefited us all.

  I’m speaking in the plural because the next book in the series will feature additional authors who will entertain us with some very different stories of the individuals who make up the World War Three 1946 Universe.

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  And a special thanks to Thomas Figueroa, my undaunted editor. Who slogged through all my misspellings.

  Harry

  Table of Contents

  The Whole Unvarnished Truth

  Unknown

  Sergo Peshkov

  First of Millions

  In With a Whisper

  The Pentagon

  The Kremlin

  “No Fools”

  Demobilization

  Memo

  D-18 Minutes

  D+17 Minutes

  D+3 Hours

  The Nine Cornucopias

  Little White Mushrooms

  The 0600 Briefing

  The A-Bomb

  Loose Lips

  D+10

  NATO

  U.S. Army Surplus Depot,

  What We Know So Far

  8th FIGHTER SQUADRON

  Check Six

  May 13, 1946

  They Die Like Flies

  Reds across the Rhine

  Victorious Red Army Units Uncover Ghastly Capitalist Slave-Labor Camps!

  Come in

  Sergo Peshkov’s Briefing to Comrade Stalin

  Just One More Step

  Do Something

  Diabolical

  It's Reveille Again For Some; Draft to Begin Again

  The White House Map Room

  French First Army Field Headquarters

  What the Hell

  Capisce

  What'cha Got There Charlie

  “The French Are Done”

  Georgy and Vasily

  Number 10, Downing Street

  45km from the English Channel

  Operation Louisville Slugger

  The True Numbers Must Never Reach the Kremlin

  A Smashing Victory!

  In the Dark

  Denmark is Finished

  3rd Platoon, Fox Company,

  Soviet NKVD OMSBON,

  Headquarters,

  Results

  United States Army Air Force HQ

  Novikov

  Stalin’s Plan

  Operation Louisville Slugger” Flagship

  July 11th, 1946

  The Bridge

  U.S.A.A.F. 8th Air Force,

  The Bridge

  Cockpit of former German Arado Ar-234

  Operation Louisville Slugger

  Naval Combat Air Patrol (CAP)

  The White House Map Room

  The Kremlin

  What the hell are we doing here?

  Dijon, France

  U.S.A.A.F. GHQ

  Combined French/Belgian/Dutch Territorial Command,

  Soviet Northern Group of Forces

  Number 10, Downing Street

  Soviet Northern Group of Forces,

  Stalin's Private Office

  Torvilliers, France

  “Plans Intercepted”

  NATO HQ

  Communications Center,

  The Pentagon

  NATO Headquarters

  Office of Robert P. Patterson

  The Oval Office

  Lunch Room

  Central Group of Forces

  Swain's Barber Shop

  Flash!

  From The Front Page of the New York Times:

  Oak Ridge Atomic Research Center,

  Lunch at Oak Ridge

  2 HOURS LATER

  It Spreads

  Map Room

  The Pyrenees Line

  I understand

  Park Bench #245

  The Pyrenees Line

  The Offer

  Satellites Align

  Smudges

  Aberdeen Proving Grounds

  Gathering Forces

  Italy

  U.S.A.A.F. 8th Air Force Headquarters

  Gorky Park

  “A safe house in Toronto, Canada”

  Have No Interest

  Meeting Molotov

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  Stalin Interviews Novikov

  Report of Ground-to-Sky Missile Site #4

  “Results Are In”

  The Soviet Perspective

  Italian Battleship Giulio Cesare

  The Boxer

  Mistakes are made

  Demands Are Sent

  Yak-9PD

  Air Space Violated

  The Pyrenees

  Best Laid Plans

  Beria Rises to Speak

  Read this over, Hal

  S.A.C.

  Stalin Sacrifices a Pawn

  Talk on the Black Sea

  Bulldozer

  Recovered: One Atomic Bomb

  Crenshaw

  Not a Sausage

  Famine Secrets

  Stalin Sacrifices a Rook

  Dear Nikolai,

  Pure Evil

  MacArthur

  So Close

  Dashed Hopes

  September 5th, 1946

  Sea Dog 243

  Night Eyes

  Catch a Falling Star

  Fall In Connecticut

  16-Hour Days

  Best-Laid Plans

  When Monsters Dream

  Economics

  Taking Stock

  Dark Thoughts in The Night

  Mosquitoes Are Pests

  We’ll leave the Light on for you

  What Happened In Calais, Novikov?

  The Hearing

  Bloody Hell

  The Tail of the Sea-Hound

  Cairncross

  The Spy We Know As DELMAR

  38th Guard Airborne Corps

  The Eyes are the Window to the Soul

  “The Dream Team”

  Protect and Serve

  Just Like Old Times

  Dunkirk, Once Again

  Tedder

  Un-Named Pilot

  Part Two of 'My Name Is of No Importance

  The Early Bird Catches the Worm

  Son of a Beech

  End Note

  Prologue

  The Whole Unvarnished Truth

  I was buried alive…a nightmare come true. Apparently, a living nightmare;
I think, therefore I’m alive; a Descartian paradox. I was cold, it was dark and I was feeling nothing. For the moment feeling nothing was good. No explosions or shouting and no danger. Yes, most of the time now nothing was life. I was alive because of nothing, yet would also die because of nothing. Eventually nothing means a lack of food, water and even air.

  I could feel panic starting to spread throughout my body. It was another sign that I was still alive, wasn't it? Is this what death is, blackness, silence, nothing? No, they had not killed me yet. God knows they’ve tried. Was it possible that it was over? I think not. So many times before I thought the end was near and so many times, it wasn’t.

  My life, up to now, has caused millions of people to have nothing, to lose everything. I suspect that they would have died of nothing anyway if I had not existed, just not so soon or as quickly.

  I blink and can’t tell if my eyes are open or not. Somehow the air was still good. Someone had designed that well. I could still feel the cold wall at my back...another good sign. The ambient temperature at this depth was a constant fifty-eight degrees. Without any variations, and with no outside power or inside heat, it stayed at fifty-eight degrees. Dead silence, dead cold, even my sense of smell had shut down. I suppose it stank, or at the very least smelled like my last meal. I was out of water, so one way or another, I had to rise from the dead and survey my surroundings soon.

  Buried with, and surrounding, me is the complete history of World War Three. I’m sure you recall the saying “History is written by the victors.” Well, not this time. This time, I have the truth about both sides. No more glorious leaders, marching into battle with standards waving. No more armies of adoring, fanatical, supporters, cheering themselves hoarse.

  I would argue that probably, the most significant event in our time happened on May 2nd, 1896. I am here to set the record straight and to convince you of the accuracy of my theory. I know you all have been taught the official version of what happened on another May 2nd, in the year 1946.

  This manuscript, and the other materials I offer, are an attempt to correct the official record. You can consider the prevailing tales of the war after Hitler’s war to be historical fiction or alternate history. What I am about to impart to you is indeed the truth and historical fact. The final chapters are yet to be written. I don’t know the ending. Both sides are trying to kill me in order to prevent me from telling the truth. Currently, they have not succeeded.

  Possibly like the Nag Hamadi Codices, the visual evidence, manuscripts, recordings and official documents buried here with me may lay dormant for years, decades or even centuries. Like the Nag Hamadi Codices, these files will alter the perceptions of future generations and shed light on the truth.

  By using diaries, official documents hidden maps, plans and top-secret memos, I will present for you the unofficial, yet historically accurate, history of the conflict, known as World War Three and how it has affected the course of human history up until today. This is not a sanitized version, with the edges worn off. This is the unvarnished truth as seen through the eyes of our fellow travelers through this period, many of whom have given the last full measure, to ensure that this record is preserved.

  I suppose that if the scientists are correct, somewhere, there are multiple parallel universes to ours where their history is decidedly different. This, is the story of our history and not theirs. This, is the history that matters to us, here and now, in this universe.

  For the most part, I will forego introducing the sources of these entries or the interjecting comments. This is the unvarnished and mostly un-narrated story of World War Three.

  ***

  I am going to forgo mentioning the sources of these documents unless it is extremely important to this narrative of World War Three 1946. You can be assured that when this is published as a scholarly work; it will be properly documented and all the eyewitness accounts, testimonies, diary entries and official documents will be identified. They are catalogued for future dissection and research. Many of the personal conversations were taken from film footage and other recording media.

  As for this accounting; I offer it in the form of short stories and vignettes designed to give the reader the true scope and magnitude of man’s latest inhumanity to man. This manuscript is designed to put on record all that has occurred, and the proof will follow; as historians delve into the archives we have accumulated. I ask for some poetic license in this endeavor. The official version is being compiled as we speak yet this story cannot wait any longer. Events demand that the truth be exposed, about this; hopefully the last world war.

  ***

  Unknown

  There is a famous photo in many history books of Stalin surrounded by his cronies and lap dogs of power. All are labeled and given names except for one. He is labeled as “unknown”. The importance of this photo is in the identity of the person labeled "unknown". He is the first person on the left in the back row. He is the key to World War Three. His name is Sergo Peshkov. If he had not been born in Moscow on May 2nd, in 1895, the following would never have happened. I’m sure some other kind of conflict would have occurred, but not the conflagration we now call World War Three.

  Sergo Peshkov

  As a boy Sergo is fascinated by birds and flight. All he dreams about is feeling the wind on his face and the freedom of the hawk and eagle. When he first hears that man is trying to fly, he becomes obsessed with all things related to putting man and machine together in a divine harmony that can transcend gravity. He dreams of soaring with the hawks and kestrels on his grandfather’s farm.

  During the summer of 1910, he designs a glider at the farm. On July 16th, 1910, he brings it up to the roof of the barn, and launches it, flying straight into the ground. As a result, he loses sight in his right eye. He will never fly again.

  His fascination with all things aviation-related remains. As a young man he devours anything related to the air war during The Great War. In 1915, he tries, and fails, to enter the world of academia. Although brilliant his lack of knowledge outside of aviation dooms him from the start. His study of industrialization, along with his thoughts on how to improve the process, are seen as counter-revolutionary and deemed a deviation from the party line. His obsession with all things related to aviation and how to maximize the production of aircraft in a communist system, severely narrows his options in Soviet life.

  He follows some of his boyhood friends, and becomes a member of the Communist Party. Because of his native genius he rises in the ranks. When he is not working he diligently studies aviation, air warfare and industrialization. Reading and studying the leading businessmen of the West, and their methods harms his career. He never marries and from all accounts, was celibate all his life. He lived and breathed flying machines, rockets and eventually jets, and the means to produce them.

  One night fate intervenes in his life and he catches Stalin's eye at one of dictator’s infamous parties. No one knows why he is at the party as he neither drinks, nor smokes, takes no drugs nor is he interested in sex. This, of course, attracts the bully in Stalin and he corners Sergo, and begins to relentlessly to tease him. Someone in the crowd trying to impress Stalin, mentions Sergo's passion for flight. In an attempt to humiliate Sergo further, Stalin calls on one of the leading experts in the field, one Mikhail Gurevich. He is the “G” in the famous Soviet aircraft design bureau, MiG.

  Gurevich was bullied into quizzing the unfortunate Sergo. To everyone's amazement he proves to be up to the task, dazzling Gurevich with his knowledge.

  For some unfathomable reason, Stalin takes a liking to Sergo and has him transferred to his staff as a special aviation advisor. The rest, as they say, is history. Sergo has Stalin's ear, a brilliant mind and most of all, his trust. All are put to masterful use in the next 36 months.

  There are many who believed in the 1940's that Stalin was a true communist. He was not. He was just your everyday run-of-the-mill dictator and mass murderer. Many devoted communists became spies for Stalin th
roughout the war thinking that by helping Stalin, they were creating a better world. These spies were truly astounding and were rivaled only by the British and their Ultra Program in gaining knowledge for their masters. The particular master charged with obtaining this intelligence was none other than Lavrenti Beria, the present head of the Soviet Secret Police, the NKVD.

  By 1943, both the American atomic bomb program and the Nazi Army Research Station in Peenemünde had been infiltrated to a great degree. The secrets of both the Germans and the Allies were pouring into the Kremlin and anything related to aircraft, flight, jets and rockets all goes directly to Sergo Peshkov.

  By August of 1944, three U.S. B-29 Superfortress bombers were forced to land in Vladivostok, Russia, after having been damaged while bombing Japan. They were never returned to the United States, and Sergo Peshkov had them all to study.

  He becomes convinced that air power would be the key to any conflict with the Western Powers. He learns every flight specification, every nut and bolt, of the B-29 and any other Allied aircraft being flown, or on the drawing board. He has drawings and plans of many of the German super weapons being built or designed. He has the undivided attention, and trust, of one Joseph Stalin.

  Sergo turns out to be a brilliant industrialist, on par with Henry Ford and William Boeing. Finally, all the ideas that were swirling in his mind were unleashed. All the brilliant minds that are wasting away, in gulags all over the USSR are tested. Intelligence and dexterity tests are given to every Jew, Pole, German, gypsy, civilian, women and adolescent, regardless of race, creed, gender or religion. Everyone currently not involved in military service or working in the production of war materials, is tested. Everyone who has a potential talent is put under the control of Sergo Peshkov. As German scientists and engineers are captured, they are turned over to Sergo Peshkov.

  All blueprints, production plans, models, captured weapons; prototypes, etc. are transferred immediately to his care. He scours Soviet society for talented people, and gathers them all in a secret production facility, deep within the Ural Mountains. He is called the “Czar of Technology,” behind his back.

  As the Nazis are pushed further away from the motherland, Stalin begins to think about the future after Hitler. Stalin listens to Sergo Peshkov, and gives him everything he needs to prepare for the next war.