Survive as a World War II Soldier - Chapter 114



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#114

So there was a reason why the British were restless.

This was because Nazi Germany’s momentum was unusual.

Last June, Nazi Germany did something no one expected: it broke the German-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact and launched Operation Barbarossa.

“Who invaded where?”

“Ha, is that even a reasonable thing to do?”

When Churchill first heard that Germany had crossed the Soviet border, he thought this was exactly what he meant.

Even during the last Spanish Civil War, the Soviet Union and Germany had been blaming each other and had acted as if they could never live together under the same sky.

So, wasn’t it true that Britain and the United States secretly supported Nazi Germany and the Frankish regime from behind the scenes?

“I think totalitarians like Nazis or something are better than communists.”

“Yes. Will the commies leave His Majesty the King and our nobles alone?”

But guess what?

When the two who were fighting each other as if they were going to kill each other, blinded by their greed for land, finally hit it off, it was so exciting that my nose was stuffy.

“No, are you saying we supported them just to see this happen?”

“What the heck is this···.”

How disgusting it was to divide Poland so amicably following the Non-Aggression Pact.

One of the reasons why all of Western Europe fell into the hands of Nazi Germany was, in the minds of many British people, the bloody commies.

however,

“Are you two fighting?”

therefore,

“You two really fought.”

At first I was happy. It was only natural. I was more happy that Nazi Germany, which couldn’t figure out how to cook, would just bang my head against the wall.

But the joy soon turned to horror.

“What the hell are those Soviet bastards doing?”

“If we continue like this, won’t we lose Moscow too?”

“then···.”

Britain could not sit idly by as the wall that they had thought would break Nazi Germany’s skull came crashing down with just a few blows.

“If Moscow falls like this, it will be a disaster.”

“Yes, why would the Germans be hitting the Soviet Union?”

“All the resources the Germans lack are there.”

After the signing of the German-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact, it was none other than the Soviet Union that provided Germany with the resources it needed.

Why else would they have considered bombarding the Soviet Union’s Baku oil fields?

More bewildered than the Soviet Union, which had become a light in the wind, was none other than Britain.

“That’s why you were jumping around like that. Then you should hang out with me.”

Actually, it wasn’t because of the British.

My target was France, the homeland of the tall guy who was squatting there and making a fuss.

If you want to catch a tiger, you have to go into the tiger’s den. If you want to catch frogs, you have to go to Africa where the frogs are.

The next day’s State Council meeting said that even the horns of a cow were pulled out in one go.

I started the operation by stabbing Marshall in the side.

The atmosphere at the State Council, which had been in good spirits for a while thanks to the good news from the Navy, soon became somewhat dampened by the chaos caused by the British.

“It certainly seems that we should now pay attention to the European front as well.”

“If Germany really takes over Russia as the British say…”

There was a strong sense of awkwardness.

Anxiety and fear were contagious emotions, and the British bastards’ bluster made such negative feelings spread more quickly.

Of course, unlike me, who knew full well that such a thing would never happen, there was a faint, if not clear, look of worry and anxiety on the faces of the others.

After a round of talk about concerns about the situation in Europe, concerns about Britain’s requests, etc., Marshall, taking my signal, opened his mouth.

“The Army is not ready yet. However, if we must expedite the deployment, I think we will need to put special effort into selecting commanders.”

As soon as Marshall finished speaking, Roosevelt asked with a look of incredulity.

“General Marshall, you’re not saying you’ll go, are you?”

“Ha, ha. Of course. Actually, I would like to go if you send me, but there is someone better suited to the job than me.”

“Who better suited than you?”

“then···.”

In an instant, people’s eyes turned to me.

Marshall shook his head at me, who shrugged with an indifferent expression, and continued speaking.

“Yes, our Army requests the return of Lieutenant General MacArthur.”

As soon as Marshall finished speaking, everyone in the conference room started saying various things with just their eyes.

‘Oh, what an enviable kid.’

Starting with my family mate

‘If it were MacArthur, that would be for sure…’

‘I guess he won’t be pushed aside even by Churchill.’

‘Not bad, not bad.’

Most were favorable. However,

“I’m sure you know very well how important the position of minister is.”

Roosevelt looked quite unhappy.

“I hate to say this myself, but the commander-in-chief who will go to Europe will need to have not only military acumen, but also political skills.”

“That’s it···.”

“You all know the poor military knowledge of the British cabinet, especially Churchill. In order to withstand their absurd stubbornness and minimize the damage to our soldiers, isn’t the ability of the Commander-in-Chief more important than anything else?”

The person who immediately agreed with me as soon as I finished speaking was an unexpected person.

“I also agree with Secretary MacArthur. Objectively, there seems to be no better choice than Secretary MacArthur.”

As soon as King finished speaking, other people’s opinions followed suit, and Roosevelt, with a very uneasy look on his face, allowed me to return to active duty.

In addition, I was promoted from lieutenant general to general.

There was someone who reacted as uneasily as Roosevelt when he heard that I had returned to active duty and was becoming the Commander-in-Chief of the European Expeditionary Force.

“Who is coming?”

“Lieutenant General Douglas MacArthur, no, the General, is coming.”

“under.”

Churchill’s mood sank as the name MacArthur came to mind, recalling the cold wind that had hit him the previous winter.

“How many troops and when will they arrive?”

“Well, I haven’t gotten a definite answer yet, but I heard that General MacArthur will be here soon…”

I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that instead of the troops I wanted, only such a troublesome author came.

And his ominous premonition turned out to be correct.

Churchill actively arranged for MacArthur to meet with leaders of governments in exile from various countries.

‘We’re not the only ones who want you.’

‘Don’t you see these poor people here?’

‘America is the hero for freedom and justice.’

‘Now, we are ready to welcome the hero.’

The aim was to put pressure on Britain to make it clear that it was not just Britain that desperately wanted American troops.

There were more than ten governments in exile in London from countries that had lost their territories to Nazi Germany.

France, Netherlands, Belgium, Poland, Czechoslovakia, etc.

As a result, my London schedule was a constant stream of interviews.

Most of them were new to me, but there were some I had known for a long time.

“It’s been a while, Doug.”

“Yes. It’s been a while, Your Majesty the Queen.

Like Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands.

“Your third child was born recently, right? I couldn’t even send a congratulatory gift because of the circumstances.”

“no.”

Wilhelmina had fled to England on a destroyer dispatched by King George VI in May 1940 as Nazi Germany invaded across the border.

She established a government in exile, bought 43 Spitfires with her own money, and continued to broadcast late-night radio broadcasts urging the Dutch people to continue resistance.

“When can I go home?”

Wilhelmina’s question was no different from others.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I’d send it back to you right away. But it won’t take that long.”

“Is that so?”

“yes.”

“Fortunately. My relationship with you is a personal one. There are quite a few people who are worried whether the United States will recognize and help me and the Netherlands, who have lost their country and come to a foreign land as equals.”

“How could you have thought that? We in the United States know better than anyone the bravery of the Dutch. I heard that there were over 100,000 volunteers in the East Indies to fight against the Japanese.”

At the mention of the East Indies, Wilhelmina’s face, which had been smiling until then, hardened.

“Aren’t Nazi Germany, Japan, and Italy allies? Of course, it’s difficult to fight against Japan in the Pacific and Germany here in Europe, but we can’t give up on either side, right?”

Not only England and France, but even the Netherlands right before our eyes.

No, everyone I’ve met so far has wanted to defeat Nazi Germany with the help of the United States of America.

And ultimately, I hope to restore the world to the peaceful state it was in before the war.

“If they shed blood together over the same enemy, aren’t they all comrades? There are quite a few people in the Philippines who are willing to join in the war against Japan.”

We too hope to defeat Nazi Germany, but we in the United States also have our own vision of what the world will be like after that.

At least since World War I, Wilson was the only fool who was content to leave empty-handed while babbling nonsense about national self-determination during the process of concluding the Treaty of Versailles.

“The US also has the Philippines.”

“The Philippines is a protectorate, not a colony. They have already held their own presidential elections and formed their own cabinet. If the Japanese threat is removed, they will enjoy greater autonomy than they do now.”

There’s a misunderstanding going on, but the Philippines is not our colony.

“My friend Manuel, who has many friends besides me, often says that his other friends are so jealous of him.”

“but···.”

I spoke to Wilhelmina in a serious tone, who was hesitating.

“We, the United States of America, will not consider anything as long as we fight together with Japan. Prime Minister Churchill also did not consider anything as long as we fought together with Nazi Germany. Isn’t it the case that we are joining hands with the Soviet Union?”

Wilhelmina had no answer to my question as to whether she thought the natives, who had been given various weapons to fight against Japan, would surrender readily to the returning imperialist rulers.

To her, I quietly revealed to her a little about the future that only I knew.

“It has been a long time since we prospered by economic gain through colonies. Look at our America.”

“But the situation is different in the United States and in our Netherlands.”

“Yes, but that is the case. Your Majesty, there can be no more secrets in the world. What happens on the other side of the world can spread to everyone in half a day.”

Wilhelmina’s expression changed when I mentioned the changes brought about by technological advancements.

“Why is Nazi Germany so despised by people all over the world? Frankly, we, the United States and Germany, have no common ground. So why do we, the American people, think that we must defeat Nazi Germany?”

Holocaust. Gas chambers. Concentration camps.

Isn’t it because of the inhumane crimes they have committed and are still committing?

“We, the Allies, have come together in the name of justice. But when the war is over, do you intend to do the same things as that evil Nazi Germany? If that happens, what will the people think of their own country?”

Of course, the correct answer would be to do it secretly without the people knowing, but that is not an easy thing to do.

Wilhelmina’s face was filled with bewilderment at my words.

“But without colonies we….”

“The Filipinos do not consider themselves colonized. We, the United States, do not consider them colonized either.”

But you think of it as a colony. But if you look closely, it’s not that different.

Wilhelmina opened her mouth with a hollow laugh, reading the hidden meaning in the mention of the Philippines.

“Seriously, Doug, you’re amazing.”

“I never said this to other people.”

I told you first. Because we’re friends.

Wilhelmina shook her head at my words.

“You are putting quite a heavy burden on us Dutch people.”

“Well, there is a saying: He who would wear the crown must bear its weight.”

The moment you talk about colonial independence, it’s clear that France and Britain will foam at the mouth and jump up and down.

In particular, if the United States, which has no colonies, had brought up the issue first, the backlash would have been even stronger.

So this was a story that had to come out of the mouth of a country in a similar situation, like the Netherlands.

While I was moving toward a better future, the Soviet Union and Germany were fighting fiercely.

And Churchill, who was watching this, started to nag me.

“When on earth will the US military arrive?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Then who do you ask?”

“You should ask General Montgomery.”

Churchill was dumbfounded when I told him that he should tell me when the author was going to attack Rommel so that he could prepare accordingly.

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