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Episode XIX: Enola Gay
  • Episode XIX: Enola Gay
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    16th of July – 2nd of September 1945

    Ever since the conception of the Solvay Project in Leuven in July of 1940, the involved scientists knew this was going to revolutionize science and technology, but no-one could have known that the power of the atom was this destructive. When a special shipment of uranium from the recently conquered Katanga region in Belgian Congo arrived in the Colorado Desert in February 1944, the atomic programme took a new turn. As the scientists from Belgium, Canada, France and the US worked hard to make a working bomb to use against Germany, they were surprised to learn that on the 7th of May 1945, Germany had already capitulated. Though war still continued to the west of the US, in Far-East Asia. If using the atom bomb was avoidable, then that was fine, but still, the government funding depended on a working and deployable weapon. If after the war someone at the Department of the Treasury or the Department of Defence would see the giant leak of spending to something called the Manhattan Project, questions would be raised about the millions of dollars the tax payer spent on a weapon which was never used. On the 16th of July, on a cold desert morning, the first practical test of the atom bomb was performed. Trinity as it was called exploded with the force of 19 000 tons of TNT, four times bigger than expected. Radioactive particles blasted into the air and transformed the sand of the Colorado Desert into a light green radioactive material dubbed trinitite. Not longer after the first successful test, two additional bombs were ready: Fat Man and Belgian Waffle. With Germany out of the way however, many people in the project were still very hesitant to use the bombs in the field.

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    Post-war replica’s of the two atomic bombs, Belgian Waffle (top) and Fat Man (bottom).

    Things changed after the battle of Okinawa. In that battle, the Japanese gave everything to keep off the Americans. Kamikaze strikes left and right made many casualties on both sides. In the American top ranks, estimates were made of how many more casualties NATO would suffer if they were to invade the Japanese mainland. And then they estimated how many casualties would follow after an atomic bomb on a city. Was this going to be the future? Where millions of lives are outweighed against millions of lives and one man can decide who deserves to live and who has to die to save a nation at war? Quentin Roosevelt knew this was indeed the future and he knew that soon the burden of this choice would also fall on other world leaders. Perhaps the infamous words of Oppenheimer better described the President: “Now I am become Death, destroyer of worlds.” The burden came hard for Quentin Roosevelt, and it took him several days to consider the options. Either thousands of Americans would die trying to invade mainland Japan while thousands of Japanese soldiers would die trying to defend their nation from an encroaching enemy, not to mention the millions of Japanese citizens who would suddenly find themselves in a battlefield, or with two quick blows to the Japanese mainland the war could be over in a matter of weeks rather than months or even years. It would also mean a massive loss of human lives, but this choice was one between the Pest and Cholera. In the end, Quentin chose the lesser evil, which many of his advisers wanted him to choose. He signed the order to drop two atom bombs on major Japanese targets.

    On the 6th of August, an American B-29 bomber called Enola Gay took off from a small island in the Pacific and headed for Hiroshima. At 8:15, Belgian Waffle exploded above the city. Instantaneously, thousands of people lost their lives and thousands more would be affected for years and generations to come. In one massive blow, Hiroshima and its ancient buildings were wiped off the map. It took several hours for the news to reach the outside world. Around noon, President Roosevelt announced on the radio that he had ordered the bombing of Hiroshima with an atomic bomb. At the time, few people knew what that meant. At the same time, the Japanese sent a small airplane to check on the city, as no news at all had come from Hiroshima since that morning. What the pilot never could have expected was now reality. As he approached Hiroshima, he saw plumes of smoke rising through the air. As he came closer, he saw the scale of destruction, which he had never seen before. The entire city lay in ruins, even worse, in some parts the outline of roads was the only thing still visible. Regardless of this terrible news, the Japanese army top still believed in its own peace demands. Territorial conquest was maybe not on the table anymore, but the godly position of the Emperor, Hirohito, was not up to debate. As a result, Roosevelt initiated the second bombing. On the 9th of August, another American bomber took off from somewhere in the Pacific, this time carrying Fat Man, its target: the city of Kokura. Kokura was a city with a large concentration of military industry. Upon arriving in Kokura however, visibility was low due to thick clouds. The leader of the operation decided to fly to Nagasaki, as a second target. Above Nagasaki, visibility was slightly better, but still, clouds prevented a good view of the city below. As a result, Fat Man did not hit the city centre, but instead exploded on the outskirts of the town, in a less populated area. By act of fate, thick clouds had spared Kokura from a devastating attack and had reduced casualties in Nagasaki. But no less, huge amounts of casualties and destruction had struck Japan in a short amount of time.

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    Map of the atomic bombing of Japan.

    It was at this moment, Emperor Hirohito decided he had seen enough. On the 15th of August, he spoke to his people via radio and told them to accept the demands of Potsdam. In Potsdam, NATO and Russia, together with China, had agreed upon the need for an unconditional surrender of Japan. On the 2nd of September 1945, the Japanese surrender was signed in the Bay of Tokyo, on board of the USS Missouri and overseen by General McArthur. In the following days, Japanese regiments all over the Pacific also lay down their arms. The war was over, finally. Now, the map in Asia could be redrawn, to secure peace in the future according to the balance of power now that the Japanese are defeated. Here and there, border corrections were made. Qing China acquired the Japanese territory and puppets on which it had laid claims. The Philippines regained their independence. On Taiwan, the Republic of Formosa was declared. In Korea, a new republic was also declared. Russia annexed Transamur and was able to assert their influence over Korea. The island of Sakhalin was now also fully under Russian control. In the Pacific, Hawaii gained control over the majority of Japan’s possessions in the Pacific. After gaining control over this Polynesian territory, Hawaii declared itself the Kingdom of Polynesia. Curiously, Deutsch Ostasien, the last remaining piece of Imperial German land, was never touched in the war, nor in the peace deal. This strange turn of events probably had its origin in the fact that the colony never officially declared war on NATO. It was preoccupied with solving its internal problems, after the Indochinese Revolution had left the colony in an unstable condition. But the presence of Kaiser Wilhelm III and other high ranking German Imperials in Indochina, made its future uncertain, as both NATO and Russia sought to bring them to justice in Europe for bringing destruction to Europe and the rest of the world. Indonesia gained its independence from Belgium after the colonial forces failed to fend off the Japanese and a strong Indonesian independence movement grew out of this situation.

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    East Asia after the surrender of Japan.
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    So with this chapter we have come to the end of the Tripartite War and the end of this AAR. Be sure to check out the Epilogue which will follow soon. It will give some closure to certain cases, but I'm sure it'll raise more questions than it will answer.
     
    Epilogue: Iron Curtain
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    The Cold War


    In 1946, Winston Churchill gave a speech about an Iron Curtain in Europe. He described a situation in which Europe was divided between NATO and Russia’s sphere of influence. And so the tone was set for the post-war discourse of Western European and American politics. The world had found itself in a Cold War between essentially the US and Russia. Not less important was the British Empire, which had regained its strength after two devastating world wars. Shortly after the war, the economy started booming again, as veterans started to integrate themselves in society again. Technology started advancing rapidly, to the point where every household had a car and every street had at least one television. The Cold War extended its tentacles all across the globe and in all fields of society. When men eventually crafted machines to reach the stars, Russia and the US were racing to the moon in the Space Race. The Cold War never resulted in open conflict between the two superpowers, but on several occasions, they came very close. One such an example was the Cuban Crisis, which saw heated diplomacy between Russia and the US take place. In the Indochinese War, things were even more heated, as the US invaded the remnant of the German colony. Another battlefield of the Cold War was the arms race, which now included nuclear weapons. After the display at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Russia found itself behind in nuclear technology. In 1948, they created their first hydrogen bomb, evening the scales and kicking off an era of fear where one power could easily annihilate the other and together even the world.

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    The world after the Second Great War.

    Post-War Belgium

    In 1936, no one in Belgium could have imagined that the country would look like this in just ten years. Failed politician Léon Degrelle wrote in his memoires: “If Germany had lost the First Weltkrieg, who knows, maybe we would have seen a revival of the great Burgundian Empire.” Léon Degrelle died during a car accident. His body was buried in a humble grave in his hometown of Bouillon.

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    The 11 provinces of Belgium after the Second Great War. Belgian and Dutch Limburg have been merged. The Dutch speaking region of Voeren has also been added to Limburg. Belgian Luxemburg has been merged with the Grand Duchy. Zeeuws-Vlaanderen has been added to East Flanders. The French speaking region of Comines has been added to Flandre Romane.

    Economy

    The war had brought a lot of destruction to Belgium and its neighbouring countries. But between 1945 and 1948 the so called Belgian Miracle occurred, a rapid reinvigoration of the Belgian economy as focus shifted from military to civilian industry. The destruction of the previous war had an immense effect on Europe’s infrastructure, so in 1946 the European Organization for Peace and Reconstruction (EOPR) was founded to finance infrastructure projects and encourage European cooperation. Starting from 1950, Belgium and its neighbouring nations greatly profited from the post-war economic boom that was born from the EOPR. New industries started popping up in both Flanders and Wallonia. Mainly chemical factories near the port of Antwerp and electronic factories in Wallonia’s industry belt were very successful. Traditional industries like the coal mining business or the steel factories in Wallonia were still very important for the Belgian economy. The economic boom couldn’t last forever however and in 1975, another big economic crash hit the world. This time the reason was an oil competition between Rashidi Arabia and Gran Colombia, who competed to lower the price of oil and get more deals that way. As a result, the coal mines got into trouble because it came to a point that oil was cheaper than coal. A snowball effect set in and eventually over half of the traditional factories and mines in Belgium shut down. The gap left by these industries was quickly filled in though by the car industry. The lower price of oil had made fuel very cheap and many people now could afford cars. Minerva, a Belgian car manufacturer close to bankruptcy, started making cars and money again. By the end of the 1970s, almost every Belgian family had a Minerva. As a result, many people in Belgium still drive a Minerva car.

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    Brussels during the 1958 World Expo, with the now famous Atomium, seen as a representation of modern Belgium, dominating the skyline.

    Culture

    Before the Second Belgian Revolution, the divide between Flemish and Walloon Belgian could not have been bigger. The Flemish were heavily favoured by the Germans in their Flamenpolitik and this outraged many Walloons. During the Revolution however, it was clear that the Flamenpolitik had not been successful enough. A resurgence of Belgian nationalism resulted from the Revolution. This resurgence was translated into a victory for Joris van Severen, who directed the Belgian nationalism towards a war with the Netherlands. The success of that war increased the nationalism even more and on the eve of the Second Weltkrieg/War of Homecoming, Belgian nationalism had overtaken Flemish regionalism in popularity. With the addition of French Flanders and Flandre Romane, two French speaking territories, into Belgium, another issue arose. French suddenly became a big majority in the country, where before it was almost on an equal level with Dutch. As it turned out however, the area of French Flanders also spoke a Dutch dialect and adapted quickly to learn Standard Dutch. After the Second Great War/Tripartite War, large German speaking territories like Luxemburg and Eupen-Malmédy were added to the country, making German into a third official language of Belgium. The Ministry of Education quickly set up a program to improve bilingualism in the country. In school, both Dutch and French were taught and in the German territories, German and French. By 1960, the linguistic divides that were still visible during German rule, had completely vanished. The success of a bilingual army extended into other areas of society. Bilingualism became a trump card on the international financial and business stage. Education had heavily invested in bilingualism and a majority of the children born after the war were now fluent in both Dutch and French. This resulted in public radio channels and tv channels also being bilingual. Flemish nationalist parties were marginal, with the biggest being the Vlaamse Volksunie (VVU) with only an average of 3 seats in parliament.

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    “Walloons go home”, a slogan used by Flemish nationalist students of the ‘Leuven Vlaams’ movement in the Catholic University of Leuven/Louvain in 1968. In the end their action was unsuccessful, but did lead to the expansion of the university’s infrastructure and the extension of Dutch language classes for Walloon students. In a broader student movement in 1968, which overshadowed ‘Leuven Vlaams’ by far, the students demanded an equal voice in the university’s daily governance.

    Politics

    In the elections of 1945, the Belgische Werkliedenpartij was able to form a majority government. For the first time in Belgian history, a social democrat was Prime Minister: Paul-Henri Spaak. Over the next four years, Spaak and his cabinet sought to stabilise Belgium. The country had seemingly been in a constant state of war, but now the social democrats had to pacify the country. His primary policies were the establishment of the welfare state, consolidating the mixed economy and keeping inflation under control. Post-war politics were still dominated by the traditional pillars of conservatism, liberalism and socialism. People like Joris van Severen and Paul van Zeeland, who were important in interbellum and wartime politics, disappeared to the background of politics. From 1945 until 1949, the socialists were able to fulfil their program. In 1949, the Catholics took over with Gaston Eyskens as Prime Minister. In 1953, a coalition of socialists and liberals took over, with the socialist PM Achille van Acker. During their legislation, the old battle over education between liberals and Catholics saw a revival, but was finally settled with the Schoolpact in 1958, effectively ending ideological conflict that had been raging for more than a century. In 1963, King Albert died at the age of 88, being the longest reigning monarch of Belgium at 54 years. His son, Leopold became King Leopold III and further strengthened the role of the monarch in Belgian politics. The monarch became a vital player in forming governments after elections and had an important role in foreign relations.

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    From left to right on the bottom row: British PM Harold Macmillan, American President Dwight D. Eisenhower and Belgian Minister of Foreign Affairs Paul-Henri Spaak, 28th of October 1957.

    International Organizations in Brussels

    After the war, Brussels grew into an international hub, with the HQ of both NATO and the European Organization for Peace and Reconstruction, being located in the Belgian capital. In 1955, the EOPR was transformed into the Western European Trade Union when various other small European cooperation programs were absorbed into it. Belgium’s involvement in the Cold War remained small, with only NATO’s presence in the country as a major element. On the world stage, Belgium became an important hub for diplomacy. Belgian politician Paul-Henri Spaak was famous for several leaderships of international organizations. From 1946 to 1947 he was President of the United Nations General Assembly, from 1952 to 1954 he was President of the Assembly of the Western European Trade Union and from 1957 to 1961 he was Secretary General of NATO. A new economy arose around Brussels, oriented at foreign diplomats and businessmen. The fact that many Belgians knew both French and Dutch and some even a bit of German was of course very positive for the appeal of Belgium as a diplomatic centre. As a result, Belgian society grew into something very special: open to foreign influence but still very traditional in a way, cherishing old habits and traditions while at the same time a modern country in a modern world. Belgium truly was and is the centre of Europe.

    Indonesia and Congo

    Just after the war, in 1945, Indonesia was granted independence. The Japanese occupation had been harsh on them and fuelled a resistance by native Indonesians to push out any foreign powers, including the Dutch and Belgian colonists. After intervention by the Americans, Indonesia was granted its independence and European settlers were safely brought back home. This had little to no impact in Belgium, but to many Indonesians of Dutch descent, this was a disaster. Generations long, they had lived in the Dutch colony, they had no ties to the Netherlands and Indonesia was their home where they grew up and had families. And now they had to leave or be killed. Many of the Dutch Indonesian exiles moved to Suriname, where the climate was similar, but the natives were more welcome to outsiders. In 1945, Suriname was incorporated into the Caribbean Federation after Belgium and the Federation had signed a treaty of transferral. Many in Belgian politics thought the old Dutch colony would be better of in a federation with similar regions.

    In 1963, the same that happened in Indonesia, happened in the Belgian Congo. The 1950s had seen a huge wave of decolonization in North Africa, but for the most part, Sub-Saharan Africa was still under European control in the early 1960s. For King Albert this was his last major political crisis. During the war, he had promised an eventual independence for the Congolese over time if they fought at the Belgian side against the Germans in Africa. In 1950, the first steps in fulfilling that promise were made with the foundation of a Belgian-Congolese council with the purpose of planning the future state of Congo. Gradually, more and more autonomy was given to Congo, but when Albert died on the 5th of May 1963, the personal bond between Belgium and Congo was broken and independence for the colony was on the doorstep. With a major part of the plan already done, the transition of power went smooth, as the first Congolese elections were held in November 1963. Similar to the Belgian political system, a Prime Minister led a government. King Albert had wished to keep the King of Belgium as head of state of the Congo, but with him gone, Leopold III had no chance in claiming that position. And so Congo became a Republic with a Prime Minister as head of the government and a President as head of the state. Patrice Lumumba had the honour to fill the position of PM for four years, until 1967, when he was re-elected as Prime Minister for another 4 years. Under his leadership, Congo grew into a strong regional power with large economic ties to Belgium, for example the Belgian national airline Sabena was able to continue its flight to and from the Congo and even today Sabena’s biggest source of income is the connection between Belgium and Congo. However, not all was good, in Katanga the local population remained restless. Mainly consisting of the Luba people, who fought at the German side in the war, local rebellions were very common. Often Belgian forces were sent to safeguard the interests of mining companies like Union Minière.

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    Congolese PM Patrice Lumumba (left) and Prince Baudouin, son of King Leopold III, (right) on the Congolese Independence Day on the 30th of June 1963.

    Post-Credit Scenes
    Marche-les-Dames, Belgium, 8th of July 1947.

    Léon Degrelle was in his car on his way to his favourite hunting spot near Namur in Wallonia, when suddenly he saw something in the sky. It looked like a big metal bell and came down very fast towards him. Degrelle became worried as the object didn’t slow down as it came closer and closer. As he was so fixated on the falling object, Léon didn’t notice the car coming from the other direction. When he finally saw the car, he was too late to avoid a crash and he pulled his car off the road and hit a tree. Degrelle was unconscious, blood coming out of a head wound. Images flashed in front of his eyes. The bell shaped object safely on the ground, hidden between the trees. Weird shapes coming out of it. The shapes using a foreign tongue to communicate with each other. Degrelle being dragged towards the bell, something else being dragged to the car and then a flash. Everything went blank. And Degrelle was gone and the bell was gone, as if nothing ever happened.

    Bahia de Cardenas, Cuba, 25th of March 1938.

    Under the cover of night, the small boat enters the bay. On board are several men. One of them is Fred, a 32 year old man from New York. Fred risked everything in the Civil War and he lost it all, everything. Everything his father had built since he arrived in the US from Germany, everything Fred had built on that legacy, gone. The only thing he now had left was a small portion of his father’s fortune which was invested in real estate in Cuba. The worst was that he had to drag his wife out of her bed and leave in a hurry with her. Mary certainly wasn’t happy with her husband and didn’t talk to him for four days. They were almost there now, Fred was sure that Mary’s mood would turn around once she saw the beauty of this country. Following the boss in his escape was important for his success in Cuba, Fred’s connections in Cuba were vital for the plan. And as it would turn out, Fred would become a very rich men and his family would reach the top of the top. But now, that was still far on the horizon, where a Caribbean sunrise was waiting to announce its arrival.

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    This was it for this AAR. I hope you enjoyed reading this story, I surely enjoyed writing this story. However, it's not over yet. This universe still has a lot of stories to tell. I hope I'll see you in the next story, who knows where time will take us.
     
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    The Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece: Chapter I
  • Ever since the beginning of my Kaiserreich Connected Universe, I had the idea to write short stories set in that universe, going on in the background. Some of the post-credit scenes heavily hinted at some of them. But I've never gone through with finishing them fully. That is why I'll post my most complete short story, chapter per chapter, to force myself into finishing it. I'd say about 75% of it was already done, with the full plot lined out. I've been debating whether or not to start a new thread for this, but as the story is set in Belgium and can serve as a sort of sequel, I thought it would be more than fitting to continue in this thread. So without further ado, here is the story of the Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece.

    The Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece
    Chapter I

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    Late at night, 3rd of March, 1940, Paris, France.

    The Belgian Army had to move quickly. German High Command was on its way to claim the most valuable pieces of art in the Louvre. Soldiers and museum employees did everything they could to hide the most prestigious works of art. In return for the help the Belgians provided, they would get their stolen artwork back. Finally, after a hundred years, the art stolen by Napoleon during the French Revolution would return to its rightful place. Sure the Germans would be angry, but these were the explicit orders of King Albert: “Return as much Belgian art as possible and keep as much French art out of German hands.” After a few hours of hard work, most of the Belgian art was already on its way to Brussels, while the walls of the Louvre where empty except for a few minor works. The most important works were safely stored in catacombs underneath the museum. Only a few people knew of their existence. The Germans would not find them and the French art was safe for the rest of the war. Around midnight, Jacques Pirenne arrived. Pirenne was one of the most trusted advisors of the King. He came with a special task: find the Golden Fleece.

    The Golden Fleece was an artefact of myth and legend, but it did in fact exist. A long time ago, a golden ram was sent by the gods to rescue the twins Phrixus and Helle from their evil stepmother. But while flying over a strait of water, Helle fell from the ram and drowned. Said strait of water was from then on called the Hellespont. The golden ram managed to safely bring Phrixus to Colchis, modern day Georgia. In honour of the god Poseidon, Phrixus sacrificed the golden ram and hung its fleece on a tree. The Golden Fleece remained there until the hero Jason and his Argonauts arrived in the land of Colchis. Jason was on a quest to retrieve the powerful artefact and succeeded after performing three tasks with the help of the princess of Colchis, Medea. Together they escaped from Medea’s father, Aietes, King of Colchis, and arrived safely with the Golden Fleece in Greece. There it remained for centuries, even as Romans and Byzantines conquered the land. Then came the Turks, a rampant and heathen people, and the Golden Fleece was taken to safety to the North Sea port of Bruges. There, Philips the Good, Duke of Burgundy, founded the Order of the Golden Fleece in 1430 to protect the artefact from malevolent forces. Over the years, the Order expanded and moved the Fleece to its treasury in Brussels. Once again, the Golden Fleece had found a safe place to remain hidden, but when the French Revolution broke out and French troops were heading towards Brussels, the treasury was moved to Vienna. But before the Golden Fleece could be transported, it was stolen by a French spy and taken to Paris.

    Now, Pirenne suspected the Fleece to be underneath the Louvre, in the very same hidden catacombs which were now used to store the French art. When in the wrong hands, the Golden Fleece could be a powerful weapon. It is said the artefact can give its user the power to fly, just like the golden ram all those centuries ago. Pirenne, as a man of facts and science, had to see it for himself to believe it. That is why he accepted this task. While walking through the torch-lit hallways, Pirenne could feel something calling to him. As he came closer and closer, he could hear the centuries of history the Golden Fleece had endured. Behind a big wooden door, he finally found what he had never thought to see. A bright light blinded his eyes. Hung up on the wall in front of him, the Golden Fleece was shining in all its glory. Pirenne admired the object before he put it in a blanket and took it back upstairs. It was time to leave, the Germans were close. He would not want to be seen here, after all he was just a civilian. The Golden Fleece must never fall into the wrong hands.
     
    The Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece: Chapter II
  • The Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece
    Chapter II

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    10th of October, 1940, Pokigron, Belgian Guyana.

    It was a hot and humid evening, when a new load of Belgian workers and their families came in. This time, five trucks filled with people and their belongings arrived to Pokigron, a small village on the Suriname River. In one of those trucks, Leo Meunier firmly held on to his dad, as the vehicle was rocking left and right on the unpaved jungle road. Leo had no idea why he and his family were here. His father had said something about serving the country. Leo knew they were at war, the priest of his village back in Belgium made sure of that. In his services, he was always ranting about the syndicalist danger, even though Leo and all of the other kids didn’t even know what that was. Before the war, Leo’s dad was an engineer and a good one to say the least. A couple of weeks ago, these men in military uniform, one of which a German, turned up at their door. Leo’s dad was excited and started packing some important stuff. Before they knew it, they were on a ship heading towards Belgian Guyana.

    The five trucks stopped at a rather large building. Soldiers opened the back and let the people out. Leo could now see the building properly. It looked like some kind of barracks. One by one, the families, with their trunks, headed inside and settled themselves in their own respective rooms. This was their new life now, living in these barracks. Leo’s dad, along with the dads of other children, worked day and night in another building on the other side of town, while Leo and the children were schooled. Some of the other children spoke Flemish, something Leo had never heard before, but soon he picked up the new language and even taught French to his new friends. Everything went well and Leo adjusted to his new life. But nothing good ever lasts forever.

    One day, Leo and some of the other kids were wondering what exactly their dads were doing inside of the building on the other side of town. So they sneaked out of school and headed for the other side of town. As expected, the compound was heavily guarded by soldiers, but kids always find a way in, especially when Belgian soldiers are guarding the place. Leo and his friends walked through the long hallways and ducked behind cover whenever an adult walked by. It’s remarkable how stealthy kids can be. Suddenly, they passed by a door with a weird symbol on it. Leo’s interest was sparked and he tried to enter. The door was locked, of course. Leo tried again, this time using his Swiss army knife. The door opened, but at the same time, soldiers came around the corner. Leo snuck in the room and closed the door behind him, leaving his friends defenceless in the corridor. In the room stood a big table with all sorts of scientific equipment on it. Leo was taken in by the weird looking instruments before him. Not thinking about the guards and his friends anymore, he started playing with the various objects. He recognized some of them, his father had showed him things like a microscope before. Others were so weird that Leo thought they came straight out of the 1931 film about Frankenstein.

    One thing in particular drew his attention. A vial containing a liquid was calling out to Leo. The curious boy picked it up and started shaking it. All of a sudden, the machine in the corner of the room turned on and made a ghastly sound. Struck by fear, Leo dropped the vial on the floor, where it shattered in a thousand pieces, the liquid now spread out on the floor. Leo’s attention was taken by the machine, which caused him a considerable headache. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the light turned off. The machine consumed so much power that soon, there wouldn’t be any power left to keep itself running. After a minute or so, the awful sound stopped and the machine powered down. The lights slowly turned back on and Leo could see his hands again. The liquid on the floor was nowhere to be seen. The boy had no time to worry as a soldier entered the room, followed by Leo’s father. “Leo, what were you thinking?”, the boy’s father asked angrily. “Why did you turn on that machine?”, he continued. Leo dared not to speak as he was still shaken by what had happened. “You could have been hurt! Now, son, come with me, we must not let your mother know about this. She would be even more angry than I already am”, Leo’s father continued, as he took Leo by the arm and took him out of the room.
     
    The Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece: Chapter III
  • The Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece
    Chapter III

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    23rd of December, 1967, Leuven, Belgium

    Leo had just finished the last stack of files on his desk. He had been working as an assistant on the criminology department of the university for five years now and still every case spiked his interest. Today was a special day. For the first time in years, he would see his parents again. They had finally returned from the Congo, where they had lived since they moved out of Belgian Guyana. Christmas is the ideal occasion to reunite with family. By the time the sun was setting, Leo was in front of the famous library on the Ladeuze Square, waiting for his parents to arrive by taxi. He didn’t have to wait long. Soon, a cab turned around the corner and stopped in front of Leo. As his parents stepped out, Leo took their luggage out of the trunk. “Leo, don’t tire yourself out. Come here, give me a hug!”, his mother said. In the freezing cold of winter, the embrace felt like a cosy fireplace warming the house. After his mother gave him a hug, his father took Leo’s hand firmly and said: “After all these years, I finally see my son again. You’ve made it in life, you’ve got a good job, boy. I’m proud of you. Before we go to your house, your mother and I need to make a stop at the bank though.” “No problem, there’s a bank on this square. I’ll take you there”, Leo replied.

    The Kredietbank was not far away from where the taxi had stopped and Leo had no trouble carrying his parents’ baggage. While they went to the counter to arrange their financial affairs, Leo stood in the waiting area, guarding their baggage. While he was looking around the room, he noticed a lonely box in the corner of the room. Curious to what it was, Leo made his way to the clearly out-of-place box. He could hear a weird noise from inside the box. On the lid was an icon resembling a yellow lion. But before he could open or even lift the box, it exploded, throwing Leo against the wall and knocking him unconscious. The blast resulting from the explosion expanded quickly through the building, breaking the windows of the Kredietbank and the neighbouring buildings.

    The first police officers, firefighters and medical personnel turned up just a few minutes after the explosion. The ground floor of the Kredietbank seemed to be where the explosion originated from. Police had learnt this from eyewitnesses. Firefighters came to this conclusion after examining the scene. What was most astonishing, however, was the man who was being treated by the medical personnel. From what it looked like, he survived the explosion even though he was found at the epicentre. They had not been able to talk to him yet. Eventually, he was brought to the local hospital, where a detective would await his return to consciousness.

    A bright light was making it difficult for Leo to open his eyes. His body hurt all over, as if his skin had been torn to shreds. After a while, Leo could open his eyes without the light hurting his eyes. “Ah, you’re awake, I see,” the man by his bed said, “How are you feeling?” Leo was confused, how did he get here, in this hospital bed? “I hurt all over”, he eventually answered. Coming to the full realisation that he was in a hospital, Leo worryingly asked: “Where are my parents? Are they okay?” This was always the hardest part to a detective’s job. “I’m sorry. If they were in the building with you, they are most likely dead. But let’s start from the beginning, what is your name?”, the detective continued. “Leopold Meunier,” Leo answered. “Ok Leopold, tell me, what happened in the bank?” “My parents needed to arrange their banking affairs, so we went to the Kredietbank. While I was waiting on them, I noticed a box that was out of place. I went to look and then everything went black”, Leo said in a sad voice. “Did you notice anything in particular about the box?”, the detective asked. “Well in fact I did. There was a yellow lion symbol on the lid. It resembled a lion that you could find on a coat of arms.” The detective thanked Leo: “Thanks for your help. I promise, I will find whoever did this and bring them to justice.” As the detective left his room, Leo shouted after him: “Hey, I didn’t even get your name!” The detective looked back and said: “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again.”
     
    The Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece: Chapter IV
  • The Crimson Lion and the Golden Fleece
    Chapter IV

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    27th of December, 1967, Waterloo, Belgium.

    Snowflakes were slowly falling onto Leo’s shoulders while he was standing above his parents grave in tears. The pastor, along with Leo’s friends and family had left hours ago, but he was still standing in the cold, mourning. Suddenly, a voice came from behind him: “Are you going to stand there all day?” It was the detective from a few days ago in the hospital. “Hey, I never got your name”, Leo said. “Michael Roberts is the name”, the detective answered. “I knew that was an American accent I heard in your French”, Leo said, a smile slowly returning to his face. “You’ve caught me. Last year, the Belgian government asked my government for someone specialized in counter-terrorism to help them in an investigation. Given my expertise, the CIA sent me”, the detective explained. “Why are you here?”, Leo asked. “After you told me your name, I looked into your history. You’re an interesting man, Leopold. Your father was a brilliant scientist, working on the Solvay Project. You’ve lived in Guyana and Congo before you began your education at the University in Leuven. Apparently you’re an excellent criminologist. Such skills could be very useful in this investigation. The Belgian government should’ve brought you onto the case from the very beginning.” “Is that why you came looking for me? To recruit me?”, Leo asked somewhat in disbelief. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I belief this investigation could greatly benefit from your expertise”, Michael replied.

    Leo was unsure what to say. He wanted to find out who killed his parents more than anyone. He wanted them to be brought to justice. But he wasn’t sure if he would be able to help the investigation. His personal feelings could cloud his judgement. The entire investigation could fail if he would do something wrong. But then again, as the detective said, Leo would be a valuable asset to the investigation. After thinking about it for a while, Leo agreed to help Michael: “All right, I’ll help you. I want to see justice. Now, what do you already know?” “We’re dealing with a terrorist organisation called the Order of Flemish Militants,” Michael began, “They’re Flemish nationalists and for the last couple of months, they’ve been trying to hit targets which represent the Belgian nation. We’ve prevented their attempt at disrupting the national holiday, but they’ve caught us by surprise with their most recent bombing. We suspect they might’ve been after something at the bank, but we’re not sure what.” “What if they weren’t after something?”, Leo asked. “What do you mean?” “Well, what if they weren’t after something but after someone”, Leo explained. “Then that someone must’ve crossed the Militants in one way or another. The problem is that we have not identified all casualties yet. The damage done to some bodies has made it impossible to identify them.” “Maybe you could use the bank’s security camera footage”, Leo proposed. “We have considered that. But the footage was not recorded, so we must rely on the account of the security officer of the bank. The problem is, he’s still unconscious in the hospital as a result of the explosion. You know, I’m still amazed by how you managed to end up completely unharmed in that blast,” the detective said. “It must have been a miracle”, Leo said somewhat jokingly. “Yeah, it must’ve been”, Michael said in an uncertain manner. The two men continued to discuss the case as they made their way back to their cars. Leo agreed to follow Michael back to Leuven, where they would read the case files.

    Back in Leuven, in the police station, Michael briefed his special task force, along with Leo, about their next mission. According to reports, the Flemish Militants were preparing for their next action. A reported manifestation was planned for the 15th of January. Flemish students at the University were planning to protest at what they saw as the Frenchification of Flanders. The Militants reportedly planned to use this manifestation to recruit more young people into their ranks. Michael’s plan to counter this was to closely observe and identify possible recruiters. Strategically placed policemen would then take these men into custody as the manifestation passed by. The mayor of Leuven explicitly asked to keep this manifestation as peaceful as possible, in order to not give in to the narrative of police brutality and oppression of the freedom of speech. Michael recognized the mayor’s concern, but lives were at stake here. These young people protesting should be protected from a life as terrorist with all means possible and Michael would make sure of that.