Cabinet Meeting November 1946
0000 November 1st 1946
Reichstag, Berlin
"I'm out of new greeting formulas to use today. So, Albert, please commence."
"Good day Martin. It's a boring month this one. Everything is fine except for Oil, which we never have enough."
"I mean, all I have to do is watch this panel thirty times a month and nothing happens. Not even the Allies are trying to bomb our industries anymore, even if the Luftwaffe is absent from Western Europe."
"Albert, production..."
"Ah yes, right. We are producing three Fighter squadrons due in December and two Nuclear Reactors, due in late February. Losses have been minimal this month, totalling around 30,000, while I hear the Soviets have lost another big chunk of their Army in Brest-Litovsk."
"Thirty-five divisions" Guderian answered, praising himself.
"Right about that Heinz. Are we going to stop our attacks now that Winter is upon us shortly?"
"Not at all Martin. They have so few troops we can continue even under adverse conditions. And we will."
"With the Brest-Litovsk pocket destroyed, its thirty-five Soviet divisions eliminated, the last bulwark of Soviet resistance is still situated in the Ukraine - what's left of it. We have already isolated the Soviet forces through a small corridor leading to the Black Sea; we are already pushing from the North, although snow and cold are already hampering our progress. Our main concern is Odessa; this is where they are being supplied, and this is where they will most likely dig in for their last attempt at survival. Which will fail, of course, but it will cost us some more Luftwaffe sorties and some more weeks."
"How many do you estimate?"
"By the start of December those Soviet forces you see in the map shouldn't exist anymore. Better, they shall become unpersons I say."
"Eh?"
"Uh, nothing. On a totally unrelated note, our Westwall is coming along nicely."
"Fifteen divisions covering the long coast of France. Still not nearly enough, but a good start if the Yanks want to pay a visit to Normandy or Pas-de-Calais once again. There's some more also covering Denmark."
"Why Garrison divisions? Couldn't we just train regular Infantry divisions?"
"House rules, sorry." Speer replied.
"Oh, I see. Curse the author of us little creatures without free will."
Suddenly, a man called Benito Mussolini bursted in the room with violent bootclicks, his hands on his ankles, a haughty face. And a very big jaw. Which began to move.
"HAH! You want your little infantry divisions... and me? Me, the man who deserves a portrait so big that my left nostril alone would fill the whole of Sicily, the rightful Emperor of Rome, the saviour of the masses, ME!, I am given this laughable, ridiculous fez and I am told to sit in a corner for the rest of my days. I could be the leader of Italy once again! But nooo, Germany is already powerful enough, we don't need allies... sheesh! I bet the author fears my infinite skills!"
"Mr. Modesty, no-one invited you in this room, and moreover no-one asked for your opinion in this matter. Could you please leave now? Pretty please? Many thanks, yes, that's the door..."
Two German guards 'persuaded' Mussolini to leave the room.
"... who was him, anyway?" Bormann asked.
"I don't know, some Italian guy who pretends to do stuff." Ringel replied.
"Well, so where were we before the interruption? Ah, I was about to ask Ernst about those lovely intelligence reports."
"I'm glad you asked. This month was a triumph."
"Twenty-six less divisions for a total of 121 divisions, only 5 being Armored. We know this is incorrect, as we destroyed thirty-five divisions in Brest-Litovsk alone, so it's even better than this. Most probably it is something over 100."
"And this month it definitely won't be over 100 anymore" Guderian snickered.
"Impressive, isn't it. They've also lost twelve factories, although their overall production has increased due to resources abundance. They have completed a new Air doctrine, perfectly mastered by our brave pilots decades ago."
"The US, it's the usual boring stuff. They boast to everyone they are the biggest and greatest nation on Earth, and then do absolutely nothing. They didn't complete a single research project this month."
"The UK, unable to do anything original that is not taken from their bigger cousins, is sitting on her little island. They did complete a new Turbojet Fighter model, though, but that's the most relevant piece of news I could provide, I guess."
"Well, let's fight boredom this month, then. I have an idea about this... Albert? What was his name..."
"Whose name?"
"That fool who bursted in our room."
"Ah... Mussolini, I guess."
"Send him to Braunau-am-Inn. We've found a perfect playmate for Adolf."