An Alternative History Affair
Thorns in the West
During our offensive into the west I received what I thought was phone call that I thought was a drill. “The Americans have landed outside of Amsterdam!” shouted a local commander. I wonder if the Americans knew that it was far from their supply bases in England and that the Netherlands was our staging ground for our Luftwaffe based personnel – the fierce Fallschrim Armee that consisted of ten paratrooper divisions and five panzer divisions. When I was on leave a few months before the Soviet betrayal, I had the chance to visit Amsterdam and meet with a few of the troopers. All I can say is, they are tough as hell and their defensive work is some of the best I’ve seen in the Reich.
But nonetheless, the Americans decided to invade. I’m not sure if it was the overwhelming force that the Americans brought, but the airborne troopers were caught in a fight for their life. Ten days after the invasion (which began September 5th), the Americans had captured the city of Amsterdam and forced the surrender of one of our divisions. Fromm was busy inspecting the Eastern Front at the time, thus in his name I ordered the departure of 10 Light Infantry (Jager) divisions from the Reserve Armee to assist in containing the invasion. Reports later stated that the British had decided to also reinforce their American compatriots.
By November 8th, I received word that our counter-offensive began shortly after the arrival of the ten light infantry divisions. After a few days of fighting, the Americans; which to this point I can tell had seen as much combat as a thirteen year old city boy – that is to say none – had been repulsed back to Amsterdam which was once again in our hands by November 12th. Our forces continued to reclaim the lost territory – the American tanks were inferior to our Panzer IV and Vs; which had been designed to counter the superior Soviet tanks we witnessed in 1942.
I was looking forward to the end of the month. Not because of the victories that we were getting, but I was getting the chance to return home for a few weeks. I live in Norddeich, a small town in East Friesland pretty close to the Dutch border. My leave starts December first. But before I can go I do have to finish filing and filling out requests for replacements. On the last day before my leave, I quickly read over the latest news from the front.
“November 27th – Nine Yankee Divisions trapped at Den Helder,” which was soon accompanied by “November 31st – Yankees surrender. Franklin Roosevelt vows to continue the war until the last man.” With that out of the way, I left for what would hopefully be a great three weeks home with my family. It’s been quite awhile, over a year and a half. I’m excited yet terrified. I think I have changed quite a bit and might not be recognized by my beautiful kids.