The soldier stumbled forward, he could hear the sound of a King Tiger rolling down the road, the Potomac defenses had fallen, and the soldiers of the Third Reich were crushing the last resistance in the United States. Most of the Western US had already fallen to the Japanese. He had to make it.
He stumbled forward, blood from the wound in his stomach soaking through his uniform. He could see it in front of him, a letterbox of all things, sitting undisturbed in the middle of the ruins of Washington. He heard a soldier behind him yell “Halt!” He spun around, seeing a Waffen SS soldier standing with a sub-machinegun pointed at him. The US soldier was not going to see his mission fail now, oh no.
The American spun around, lurching forward. He heard the rattle of the soldier firing, and a second later burning pain flashed through his body as the bullets ripped through his body. Better that he die now, he thought, than fall into the hands of the SS. With his remaining strength, he shoved the letter into the mailbox, catching a glimpse at the envelope, “To: President Roosevelt, From: William Markson.” William Markson sighed as the letterbox closed, closing his eyes as one final bullet entered his head, killing him instantly.
The Waffen SS soldier ran up to the box, blasting the lock off of the door with one well aimed shot. He opened the box to find it absolutely empty. He could have sworn the American had put something in...
My name is Colonel William Markson, United States Air Force, and I record this history for posterity. It was on January 1st, 1936 when we received a mysterious letter. The letter was written in my name, addressed to the President, and splattered in blood. What we found inside stunned us. Images of the American Pacific fleet burning at Pearl Harbor and German tanks rolling through Paris. The writer told us that on December 7th, 1941, the Japanese would attack and destroy the entire American fleet at Pearl Harbor, from the battleships, to the carriers.
We had the pictures checked by our intelligence agencies, and they were convinced that they were not faked. They were real. We have five years. Five years to prepare for war. Five years to awaken the American nation. Five years to get us ready for war.
The President seems oddly optimistic. How he manages that, I will never know, all I know is that from what the letter says, we must be ready, otherwise we might find out where those blood-stains came from.
Well, that's it. I know that the carriers weren't destroyed at Pearl Harbor, but in the first time line, they were. Hence the German soldiers in Washington and the Japanese invading the US Western Seaboard. And no, this won't be strictly HoI2, there will be plenty of character focus around Markson and some other people I have in mind. Stay tuned.