Showing posts with label No Americans. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 31, 2013

The Winner of the No Americans Contest is...

Well guys the No Americans writing contest is finally over. We had a lot of great entries and in case you forgot here they are below in the order they appeared:

"Cherry Blossom in the Spring" by Rachel Saunders

"The Holy Land" by Kieran Colfer

Review: Dominion by C.J. Sansom (submitted by Alison Morton)

A Nation Once Again: An Alternate History of the Easter Rising by Andrew Schneider

Industria, Tecnologia, Potenza: An Italy AAR Chapter 1 by Tyler Bugg

"The Boy Who Dribbled" by Dimas Aditya Hanandito

"The Anointed One" by A.J. Nolte

It was difficult to make a final decision about who would win an e-book copy of Chris Nuttall's novel The Royal Sorceress, published by Elsewhen Press. Kieran's "The Holy Land" was a great read, as was Andrew's counterfactual essay on the Easter Rising. Plus, it is always good to see new faces like Rachel and Dimas. I hope we can read more alternate history from you all in the future.

However, rules are rules, and as I said in the initial announcement: "the person who generates the most page views will win the book." So the winner of the No Americans writing contest is...

ALISON MORTON.

Yes Alison's review of Dominion produced the most page views out of all of the entries, with "The Holy Land" and "A Nation Once Again" coming in second and third place respectively.

In the future I think I am going to have separate categories for fiction, non-fiction and reviews, but for now I am sticking with the winner take all format. So congrats to Alison and expect to be contacted soon about how you can retrieve your prize. For everyone else, thank you for participating and I hope to see your new entries for the the Balkanize Me contest and stay tuned for the announcement of the March contest.

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Matt Mitrovich is the founder and editor of Alternate History Weekly Update, a blogger on Amazing Stories and a volunteer editor for Alt Hist magazine. His fiction can be found at Echelon PressJake's Monthly and The Were-Traveler. When not writing he works as an attorney, enjoys life with his beautiful wife Alana and prepares for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. You can follow him on Facebook or Twitter.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

The Anointed One by A.J. Nolte

Captain Simon Diogenes glanced around him at the crowded docks. Jaffa was a busy port city even at the slowest of times, and with the death of the Emperor David I Agrippa, these were far from slow times.

Diogenes' glance flicked over the disembarking passengers, noting several barbarians from the European Mithraic states. After the most recent war against the Manicheans of the Byzantine Empire, in which Mithraist mercenaries from the Gothic and Frankish kingdoms of Europe had fought hard on both sides, it was common to see the big blond warriors throughout the Alexandrian Empire. Diogenes himself would trust an Axumite or Nubian a thousand times over one of those heathen barbarians, and indeed, he saw a fair number of both.

Most of the travelers, though, were men like Diogenes and their wives; loyal Alexandrians and circumcised followers of the one true God. He supposed that was true of the Axumites and Nubians as well, though he wondered, at times, just how deep their commitment to faith and empire really was. Diogenes saw a number of traveling rabbis, probably headed to the Counsel of the Imperial rabbinate to be held in a few months time.

The politically savvy soldier knew just how disturbed the religious authorities of the empire were about the heir apparent's decision to forego the traditional coronation in Bethlehem. After the conversion of the Roman Emperor Judas Constantinus to Judaism and his relocation of the capital to Alexandria, those sections of the Empire which held to other beliefs rebelled. This combined with the influx of barbarians into the empire led to the fall of Rome.

Alexandria, however, had not only survived and prospered, but united all of Egypt, most of the Levant and part of Syria, as well as the former Roman provinces of Africa, into a powerful new Jewish Empire. With the conversion of the kings of Axum and Nubia to Judaism, and their de facto absorption into the empire, it seemed as if God was finally fulfilling the promises he had made to the Children of Israel so long ago.

As a consequence, it had become customary for the emperor to be crowned by the Chief Rabbi at Bethlehem, in order to fulfill the current interpretation of prophecy which linked the Emperor with the anointed one of God, or messiah in old Hebrew. Not coincidentally, this also gave the rabbinate considerable power over the Emperor, which it was not loathed to use on occasion. But Eleazar II Agrippa, the son of the beloved and recently departed Emperor David, had announced his intention to be crowned in Alexandria, and, in his words, "to put the superstitious nonsense of the messiah behind us once and for all."

Certainly, there were factions within the rabbinate who agreed with Eleazar, but the consternation over the decision would almost certainly lead to yet another divisive counsel and considerable civil unrest whatever the rabbinate decided. Diogenes thought the young Emperor was a fool to pick this fight, but sometimes young men were like that.

"Your pardon, Captain." Simon looked down to see a man garbed as a scribe addressing him.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"I pray God that you can. I am Josephus of Cordoba, a scribe in service to Lord Thiudaric of that city." Simon nodded; the Mithraist lords of Europe, whose religion taught them to shun any "work but soldiering", often used Jews as administrators.”I was sent by my lord to deliver letters to the Emperor at his coronation in Bethlehem, and to serve as his ambassador to the Emperor once the coronation was finished. Now, however, I find that the coronation has been moved to Alexandria, and my wife is great with child. I fear she could not easily make the journey, and I would not depart until I have seen her safely settled."

Simon sighed; this man's small crisis was only one of the many things Eleazar's unexpected change of plans had set askew.

"Your difficulties are not unusual, sir. If I can help, I will. Do you have lodgings arranged in Bethlehem?"

"Not yet, Captain. I fear my wife cannot travel much beyond that city, however."

"Perhaps I can help, then," Simon said. "My men and I ride for Bethlehem shortly. We will find a litter for your wife, and you can ride with us to the city. I believe lodgings are to be had with ease, particularly with the Emperor's changed plans. Once your wife is settled, you can best determine how to travel on to Alexandria."

"God Bless you, Captain, and I must accept your kind offer." The two men clasped hands, and Simon wondered what he had gotten himself into.

The trip to Bethlehem was uneventful, and Josephus, as it turned out, made for very good company. The Cordoban Jew had seen a fair slice of the world, even traveling to the capital of the Byzantine Empire, and to Persia.

"Byzantium is no great city," Josephus told Diogenes. "The emperors have tried to make it a new Rome, and its defenses are quite formidable, but it is a cheerless city, and the Manichean priests see manifestations of evil everywhere."

"And what of Rome?"

Josephus sighed. "Alas, it has fallen on very hard times, and is little more than a ruin. The land has not recovered from the ravages of Vandals and Huns. Of the Mithraic lands... well, it would be best if I kept my own counsel I think." Still, for all his reluctance to speak of Cordoba, Simon learned a great deal from Josephus from what he did not say. The man was not surprised to see synagogues, but much more shocked to see faithful Jews baring weapons. Josephus' eyes also darted around furtively, as though he were constantly in fear of ambush. Clearly, life was far from easy for the Jews of Cordoba.

"We are approaching Bethlehem, Captain." Diogenes nodded to his soldier, and turned to Josephus.

"This was a bucolic little town once, but it has grown since. I doubt King David himself would recognize it." The town had become a small city, full of inns and shops, with a number of influential synagogues. None, of course, could compare to the rebuilt temple in Jerusalem, which was the heart of the rabbinate's power. Still, Bethlehem had become an important place in the empire, because of the coronations of so many emperors.

Josephus chuckled. "Do you know, Captain, I had a whimsical thought just now."

"Oh? Please do share it."

"Well, in the interpretations of prophecy common outside the empire, it is said that the anointed one, the messiah, will be born in Bethlehem, not crowned there. So if all goes as I think it might, some men might say my son is..."

"That is a whimsical thought best kept quiet, my friend," Simon interjected. "Neither the Chief Rabbi nor the Emperor would find it amusing. There have been pretenders advancing that claim before, zealots who have stirred up rebellions against what they see as imperial decadence."

"Yes, of course. I meant nothing by it, certainly."

"I know that, Josephus, but if your Miriam does give birth in Bethlehem, as seems likely, you had better let it be known your son was born somewhere else. What were you thinking of naming the lad, by the way?"

"Jesua, in the vulgar Latin of Hispania."

"A good strong name. That would be Yeshua in Aramaic?"

"Yes, though it is common for those of us living in the heathen west to make our names less… distinctive. My wife, for example, goes by Maria to the people of Thiudaric’s court."

"That is no bad thing, in this case. I think it best for you, and the boy, if Jesua of Cordoba is never associated with Yeshua, a boy born of Miriam in Bethlehem." Josephus nodded.

"Perhaps that would be best, for now. As for tomorrow, who can say what the future might hold?"

 Simon Diogenes would have cause to remember those enigmatic words of the scribe Josephus, decades later, when the name of Jesua of Cordoba was spoken from far Britain to the east of Persia and the south of Nubia. And he wondered then what part he might have played, if any, in the messianic movement that forever changed the world three centuries after the fall of Rome.

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A.J. Nolte is a PHD candidate in international relations at Catholic University and an aspiring sci-fi and alternate history writer . He is knowledgeable in Byzantine, medieval, ACW, Cold War, Islamic and post-colonial history. Also, he'll read almost anything once if it's got an airship in it.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Boy Who Dribbled by Dimas Aditya Hanandito

The way he flicks the ball would make us forget that frictional nanoparticles exist in the air. Never before there was somebody of his age dribbled in such degree of adroitness. There is an incipient potential inside him to become the only player to run faster with the ball then he does without it. He slipped through the defense with utmost fluidity, trapping and controlling the ball as if he had written an entirely new version of the Laws of the Game which abrogated the rights of center backs to gain possession of that spherical object. And once he had set his sights to the goal, the goalie better ready himself to pick the ball from the back of the net.

Despite of his immense flair, he is in no way covetous with the ball. He has the least amount of hesitation to pass the round leather to the wing, the center  the forward, the back, or to any other side of the pitch which had an obvious advantage than his position. Certainly he still had a lot to learn, but he was getting there very quickly. His two senior, more centrally-positioned teammates proved to be excellent dribbling partner-mentors to him. Everybody would expect a mesmerizing companionship between them in years to come.

The luminous path stretching ahead of him was all but devastated when the election results were published. When the riots broke out, presumably of those dissatisfied with the results, everything seemed to be lost. It was one of the most dreadful examples how determinism and mass identity obsession ruined a boy’s future. The stadium and academy were largely unharmed, but a frenzied crowd of thousands screeching what could be interpreted as “independence!” marched to the direction of the city square and encountered an unexpectedly large police force. Unavoidably vicious fighting ensued. It was unimaginable how many people fell, and the last thing happened was the insurgents tearing the city hall flag apart, raising on its place a yellow-and-red stripes flag, its left side having a white star emblazoned on a triangular blue shape. The city was no longer a hospitable place and all games were to be suspended. Everything went worse when the central government authorized the military to intervene. For his own sake, the management flew him north someplace where they said they played great football there. It was painful, as the team had just bagged a unique double of the national league and continental championship a month prior.

He was still under recovery after having his right thigh muscle torn in that rough game two months ago when we left the chaotic city. One could see regiments of soldiers and battle vehicles trying to enter the region from various directions to no avail. The resistance was stiff, and it would turn to be that way in months to come. Conspiracy theorists would begin asserting that the insurgent militia received foreign funding to withhold their stand. It was entirely none of the boy’s concern, though. At that time the only thing filling his mind was recovery and preparation for his debut in the World Cup.

The most prestigious international cup tournament and his first to that date started in high note, with the national team beating two teams and drawing one, advancing past the group stage on top of the table on goal difference. Miraculous it was as his injuries seemed to hardly impede his performances. They were, however, halted by the hosts in the quarterfinals after a dramatic play ending with a penalty kick defeat despite of them taking the lead and the hosts leveled 10 minutes shy of time. The thrilling exit was a good start. At an age not even 20 years old, his contribution was still minimal, but within him there was a fiery spirit which will perform a key role in the future of the Albicelestes.

As soon as the Azzurri brought home their fourth world title, he was back to the league again. In August he was introduced to a friendly Scotsman named Moyes. Apparently he had this heavy patronage from a Middle Eastern industrialist who had a strong interest in football and desired to invest on a team. By the end of the transfer window, the boy signed a long-term deal with Moyes and the team, with an undisclosed fee worth £12 million. The amount appeared ridiculous for someone of his age. Sometimes, numbers speak louder than words. And one would not wait for long to see the adage came to fruition, as history would remember the day he signed the contract as the day which forever transformed English football.

With the number 20 shirt, his season with Moyes and the squad went quite well. By January they held firm grip on fourth place, drawing thrice and losing just four games, three of which are away. The boy exemplified growing consistency in scoring and creating goals, and was included in Moyes’ starting eleven more and more often. His goal tally recorded 9 goals when the mid-season window opened, only 2 goals short of the leading goalscorer Johnson.

Sadly, the team still ended the season trophyless. They reached the cup finals but ended getting beaten three goals without reply by Arsenal. His sublime attempt to lob over the German goalkeeper was ruled offside. A heartening fact was that the team qualified for Champions League playoff, signaling their return to the continent after two seasons.

And they did, unlike two years ago. The following season’s transfer window saw a number high-profile signings, with Moyes’ bringing in the boy’s compatriot; an agile striker named Agüero, a comical Belgian sweeper Kompany, and a veteran England international Jagielka, all under the auspices of the Sheikh. The squad’s entrance to Europe’s most anticipated cup competition was affirmed when they ripped apart the French team Toulouse’s goal five times, thrice at home and twice away. An excellent strike partnership blossomed with his compatriot, possibly due to their communicative understanding. Each of them scored a brace, also assisting each other, in the opening game of the season against Wigan.

Time flies, and the squad suddenly found themselves near the end of the season. In the FA Cup finals against Chelsea, the boy clenched a last gasp winner and took home their first silverware under Moyes, and their first after thirteen years. They have been trailing by two goals to nil half-time and nearly forced an extra time with the boy setting up two counterattacks for Arteta and Pienaar. He won the man of the match award by overwhelming vote, and the top scorer too packing 11 goals.

The Champions League still proved to be an arduous undertaking for the squad, as they narrowly fell in the quarterfinals against the same team who beat them in last year’s FA Cup. A morale-boosting 3-1 victory at home, with the boy grabbing a brace and his compatriot added a third, was avenged with three unanswered goals at the Emirates.

The final fixture of the season, dubbed by many as The Merseyside Showdown, was contested with their cordial rivals. They had gone through this far and the ultimate prize they wanted to grab is the double. Their neighbor topped the table, bagging 86 points from 37 games, with them themselves tailing dangerously closely in the second with 84 points. It was a sweet moment for vengeance and redemption, as their neighbor beat them 1-0 away at Anfield.

Nobody at Goodison Park expected the match would start sluggishly. Persistent defense of both teams created tough opportunities for the attackers to launch a breakthrough. It was Arteta, Cahill and Pienaar who battled Mascherano, Alonso and Gerrard for their rights to play most often for the first half an hour. On one occasion the boy sent a perfect through-ball, only for his compatriot Agüero to lose his footing and shot wide. After the half-hour mark passed, the visitors suddenly became more inspired. Howard sent Torres’ low drive to the wrong way only for Gerrard to net the rebound, but the home side breathed a relief when it was correctly ruled offside.

Then the goals started to come.

Howard kicked a long pass to the opponent’s half, where the ball met Arteta, who sent it through to Pienaar, who shot beyond Reina’s reach... Just to hit the bar. The home crowd rose in jubilation when Aguëro, who was onside, calmly flick the ball home. It was the 38th minute, 1-0.

Within the final minutes of the stoppage time there was a dispute in the opposition’s 18-yard box as the boy, controlling the ball, seemed to receive outbound tackle from Arbeloa. The referee dismissed the penalty appeal, but indeed conceded a corner. Arteta swerved the ball into the box, and Lescott nodded it in. 2-0.

The referee whistled, signaling half-time, with the home side comfortably retaining their two goals cushion. Nobody expected for a chaotic second half.

An offensive scheme by Gerrard was clinically finished by Torres in the 59th minute, credits to a defensive error. The home side looked increasingly anxious when the referee awarded a penalty after Kuyt was dubiously brought down inches within the box. Howard guessed the right direction, blocking Gerrard’s shot, only for the ball to bounce perfectly to Torres, who drove home for his brace. With 20 minutes left, Goodison Park blue-shirted crowds fell into silence as Kuyt, receiving a superb Gerrard pass, sent a lob over Howard and sealed the visitors’ comeback. The clock seemed to tick more rapidly as the home side put heavy fight to regain their lead and clench the throne.

It was in the final 10 minutes when the boy finally cemented his legacy to the club forever.

He skillfully dribbled past Alonso and Carragher and Hyppia in a sudden outburst of decisive counterattack. Reina moved forward only for the boy to fire a high drive home over him. The time was 87’ and the score was once again level.

The home crowd once again roared in elation when Cahill brilliantly sent a through ball to the boy, which he converted to his brace. His night, and the team’s, had an ecstatic denouement as he grabbed his forever-remembered hat-trick deep into the stoppage time thanks to an inspired pass by Agüero, condemning the visitors into oblivion, and snatching their first league title in 21 years. When the final whistle blew, it was Everton five, Liverpool three.

As exultant Toffees inundated the pitch, one could hear them chanting the twenty one-year old’s name. “Leo! Leo! Leo!

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Dimas Aditya Hanandito is s junior ucroniador from the Far East currently in his final years of college who sometimes delves into the alternate past out of boredom of the present reality.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Industria, Tecnologia, Potenza: An Italy AAR Chapter 1

Guest post by Tyler “Tbguy1992” Bugg.

Alright, Christmas and the Holidays, and a trip home, is finally over. So, now that I’m back behind my computer, I can get back to the Alternate History making! In the words of the most famous Italian in history, “Letsa Go!” And enough with the exclamation marks! I mean it!

Chapter One: The Rough Road to Great Power (Jan. 1936-Sept.1938)

Benito Mussolini was not a happy little Fascist dictator at the end of September, 1938. Traveling back to Rome from Munich, and the handover of the Sudetenland by Czechoslovakia, Il Duce was silently furious at Hitler, not to mention the detestable Neville Chamberlin and the French President Albert Leburn, for handing that madman even more land!

The Anschluss of Austria only five months before was perhaps the greatest wakeup call to Mussolini that Hitler was not to be trusted. That alone had destroyed the long buildup of trust that the great Italian state had put into the Nazi’s running Germany. Italy, while still on speaking terms with Germany, was prepared to start beginning their own run for Empire, and with Hitler trying to grab every little country he could, that was going to get very dicey very quickly! However, Hitler’s attempts to influence Italy seem to have come to a halt after Anschluss, which Mussolini silently thanked God for.
Kinda funny how Prague is almost completely surrounded, huh?
On top of the failures of foreign policy that Italy had suffered, the Industria part of his three part program was grinding to a halt. Technologically, Italy was making great strides in ship design, industrial efficiency and synthetic materials, but the first factories that were started in March 1937 were as of yet still at half efficiency. And since industry wasn't advancing, Potenza wasn’t going anywhere either. While two new battleships, the Littorio, and the Vittorio Veneto have been finished, along with multiple light cruisers and submarine squadrons, two other battleships had to have been cancelled due to 24% dissent when the program was put into effect. Twenty four percent! And it took until midway through 1937 to be rid of that ball and chain.
Geeze, at this rate, Luxembourg will out build me…
However, there were some bright spots in the 33 months since that fateful January day. Ethiopia was crushed in just over a month, Italian troops marching into Addis Ababa on February 4, with annexation following suit hours later. With that under control, all efforts were focused on the economy, and that quickly backfired. The grandiose ideas put together fell apart as industry was overburdened. Military organization flowed smoothly, with the most competent generals and admirals being appointed to command, and many older officers were convinced to retire.
At last! The first step to Empire is secured! We have conquered a nation with almost nothing!
But by July, as Spain descended into conflict, Mussolini had to make the hard decision not to aid General Franco and his Nationalists. It was an unpopular move, but Italy could ill afford to send supplies and men to Spain when they were needed in Italy. And, in a surprising move, the United Kingdom aided Republican Spain, along with the Soviet Union, while Germany picked up the slack, and gave much needed supplies to Franco. But it was of little use. The Republicans and Soviets outmaneuvered the Nationalists, and now, two years later, only a section of northern Spain remains under Franco’s control, with the lines not having moved since 1937.
Franco is in trouble now…
…What the Hell is he doing? A yearlong siesta?
In January 1937, Hitler offered Mussolini and Japan a so-called “Anti-Comintern” Pact, but Italy declined reluctantly. Although Il Duce was prepared to sign it, realization that the understrength army was still using weapons from the Great War, along with lack of economic growth, forced Mussolini to decline. Anschluss a few months later destroyed all chances for a Rome-Berlin alliance… for now.
Those damn Germans! Right on our doorstep now! And those muddy jackboots!
There were a few bright spots to 1937: the efforts to build synthetic oil production began, along with the most modern agriculture techniques being introduced, making 1937 the most productive farming year in Italy’s history, and, if predictions were correct, 1938 would be even better.

On June 21, the decision was made to replace Minister of Security Guido Buffarini-Guidi with Arturo Bocchini. Although Bocchini was a frightful man, using very violent techniques, he was producing some results.
‘Prince of Terror’, eh? Well, he should terrorize me some results then!
Perhaps the best thing to happen since January 1, 1936, was the signing of the Italo-Bulgarian Alliance on January 2, 1938. The tough Bulgarians will be instrumental in future Balkan affairs, which is focused on Yugoslavia and Greece. Now, if only Hungary can only be swayed to join Italy, and not Germany, then Yugoslavia will be easy to take out. Maybe a foothold in Albania will also work…
Hey hey hey! It’s not the size that matters, but what you do with it!
Well, all in all, almost three years of work has produced some results. Italy is now united, and focusing on building a New Roman Empire. It will be a few years, most likely not until 1944 or later, until Italy is ready. Five years, though, is a long time. And many things can happen in between now and then…

Previous entry: Prologue
Next entry: TBA

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Tyler Bugg, who goes by “Tbguy1992” on the Internet, is an aspiring writer, a history student, gamer, and Canadian. You try to figure out what he likes best. His first published work, “Enigma to Paradox” can be found in the short story anthology, Substitution Cipher.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

A Nation Once Again: An Alternate History of the Easter Rising

Guest post by Andrew Schneider.
The next-to-last Irish rebellion against British rule began on Easter Monday, April 24, 1916, when the Irish Republican Brotherhood seized control of the General Post Office and proclaimed the birth of the Irish Republic. Within days, Crown forces had cut off the city from the outside world and were starving it into submission. Land and sea based artillery pounded much of the city center to rubble. The end came on Saturday, April 29, when Padraig Pearse, commander of the Irish Volunteers, surrendered unconditionally.

The forces of the Irish Republican Brotherhood were hampered throughout by a divided command structure, poor communications, a lack of clear strategic objectives, and little support from the surrounding population. It’s often been argued that these factors doomed the Easter Rising from the start.  Pearse’s own writings suggest he went into the rising knowing it would fail. His hope, the argument goes, was that leaders of the Rising would become martyrs. Their blood sacrifice would set the stage for the final overthrow of British rule in Ireland.

The bulk of the Irish people either opposed the Rising or remained neutral. But the trial of the rebel leaders by secret courts-martial and their swift executions led to a massive upsurge in Irish nationalism. Britain threw together thousands of other participants in the Rising together in prison, where they were able to review and learn from their mistakes.  It released all of these prisoners by summer of 1917. The Lloyd George Government hoped this would reconcile the Irish populace enough to allow the introduction of conscription -- the Great War was entering its fourth year with no end in sight.

In the end, the combination of heavy-handedness and clemency backfired on the British in the worst way possible. Membership in Sinn Féin took off. [1]  The December 1918 parliamentary elections gave it a 70% majority of the Irish vote, demolishing the traditional nationalist parties. The Sinn Féin members refused to take their seats in Westminster, instead convening their own Irish Parliament, the Dáil Éireann, and declaring independence.  There followed a war lasting nearly three years, ending in the Anglo-Irish Treaty and independence for all but the six counties of Northern Ireland. The division triggered a civil war between pro- and anti-Treaty forces in the new Irish Free State , which lasted another year and defined the political landscape in Ireland (South and North) down to the present day.

Given the ultimate outcome was Irish independence, the Easter Rising would not appear to provide much interest as a historical point of divergence. Writers and readers of alternate history tend to be more interested in scenarios where the loser in a particular contest wins, rather than one in which the winner achieves victory sooner. But the Rising took place during and immediately prior to some of the most significant fighting of the First World War. For that reason alone, it merits greater attention.

In late April 1916, Britain was transporting gargantuan numbers of men and materiel to the Western Front in preparation for the Battle of the Somme, which would begin July 1. General Sir Douglas Haig (commander-in-chief of the British Expeditionary Force) and General Joseph Joffre (commander-in-chief of the French Army) had agreed in December 1915 to make an attack on German positions along the Somme River the focus of the 1916 campaign. The Battle of the Somme ultimately cost over 400,000 British killed and wounded and barely moved the Western Front at all.

What’s rarely appreciated is that German casualties were even steeper than those of the British. The Germans lost half a million men fighting a defensive battle on the Somme at the same time they were waging a ferocious battle of attrition against the French at Verdun. Had the Germans been able to concentrate more of their forces at Verdun, they might eventually have broken the French Army.  A serious threat to the British home front that weakened or postponed the BEF’s attack on the Somme could thus have changed the outcome of the war.

So how could the Easter Rising have achieved all this? There were several lost opportunities before and during the Rising that, while they may not have led to a rebel victory, could have prolonged the fighting by weeks or even months. What would have made the greatest difference was better organization on the part of the Irish Republican Brotherhood. The IRB’s Military Council, which planned the Rising, included romantics like Padraig Pearse. But it also included experienced, hardened fighters such as Thomas James Clarke. These were men who knew what had been tried in previous attempts to throw off British rule and what had failed.

One who was not admitted to the Council until very late in the planning was James Connolly. Connolly was head of the Irish Socialists, a prominent trade union leader, and commander of the Irish Citizen Army, a force of about 250 men organized to help protect workers from police brutality. Connolly long disparaged the IRB leadership as all talk and at one point threatened the IRB he would act on his own. Not only would an uprising by the Irish Citizen Army on its own have failed, but also it would have given the British a perfect excuse to crack down on the IRB and disarm the Irish Volunteers. To avert this, Clarke and Pearse met with Connolly on January 19, 1916 and only at this stage brought him on board.

Clarke first proposed an Easter 1916 date for the uprising to some of his senior IRB colleagues in mid-December 1915. Critically, he excluded from these discussions the Irish Volunteers’ chief of staff, Eóin MacNeill. MacNeill opposed the idea of an armed uprising unless the British attempted to suppress the Volunteers. MacNeill was informed just days before the Rising was to begin. He was convinced to go along partly by means of a forged letter that indicated the British were about to arrest him, partly by the news that a German shipment of arms was due to be landed on Ireland’s southwest coast. When the Royal Navy intercepted the arms shipment, MacNeill sent out orders to the Volunteers calling off the Rising. Pearse subsequently sent out orders countermanding MacNeill’s. In the resulting confusion, far fewer Irish Volunteers mobilized for the Rising than had been envisioned.

Walk this back to mid-December 1915, and let’s take as our starting point two decisions by Clarke and his closest compatriots.  One would be to approach Connolly immediately and take full advantage of his organizational skills. A second would be either to completely isolate MacNeill or remove him from his posts as head of the Volunteers and as a member of the IRB Military Council.  Connolly, one of the first true theorists of urban warfare, wound up in our timeline as deputy commander of the Rising. [2] In this timeline, he would be the natural choice to lead the Volunteers in MacNeill’s place.

I envision several developments following from this.  The first, and most important, would be far greater operational security. With MacNeill unable to block the Rising, even if he became aware of it in advance, the orders to rise would have gone out with a minimum of confusion. The result is that far more Volunteers would have taken up arms than actually did. [3] Instead of taking place almost entirely in Dublin, the Rising would have taken place in cities and towns all over Ireland, as originally intended.

Second, it’s far less likely that the Volunteers would have committed some of the amateurish blunders that made it easy for the Crown forces to recapture the city.  These included the failure to seize Trinity College Dublin, or even make a serious attempt to do so.  Trinity housed a large armory that would have more than made up for the loss of the German arms shipment. It also commanded the approaches to the center of the city. The college’s Officer Training Corps held out against the rebels until units of the British Army arrived to launch a counterattack. There were also no efforts to destroy or secure the telegraph lines connecting Dublin to the outside world, which could have hampered the British ability to learn of the Rising and then deploy forces to respond.

All of this is asking a lot of the rebel forces, but one must consider what many of the same men and women achieved between 1918 and 1921 with better organization and better leadership.

If the Rising were prolonged by more than a few weeks, there would have been serious ramifications for the British war effort.  For a start, one has to look at the forces the British deployed to put down the Rising as it occurred. Apart from the naval units that bombarded Dublin from the sea, these included the 7th Battalion of the Sherwood Foresters (Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire Regiment) and the South Staffordshire Territorial Regiment, both units that saw action on the Somme. A more widespread Rising would have meant more units due for transfer to the Western Front being held back in the home islands to fight the rebels, or even some units being shipped back to Ireland from Europe for this purpose.

This would almost certainly have included part of the 36th (Ulster) Division, also known as the Ulster Volunteer Force.  The Ulster Volunteer Force was created as a Protestant Unionist militia, shortly after Parliament passed a bill that would have granted Ireland home rule within the British Empire. The UVF’s sole purpose was to resist the imposition of Home Rule by force. It had considerable support in this in the British Army, so much so that there was a very real danger of civil war breaking out in Ireland in 1914. [4] The only thing that prevented this was Britain’s declaration of war on Germany. At this point, the UVF volunteered en masse and was given official status. [5] By 1916, the Ulstermen were battle hardened and would have had tremendous motivation to crush the rebellion. In our timeline, the UVF saw some of the worst fighting on the opening day of the Battle of the Somme. Taking these soldiers out of the line would have wrecked the timetable for the campaign -- massively increasing British casualties if the battle were launched on schedule, massively increasing French casualties at Verdun if it were not.

Prolonging the Rising until at least the end of May would also have had consequences for the war at sea. This was when the German High Seas Fleet attempted to trap and destroy enough of the Royal Navy’s Grand Fleet to cripple the latter’s blockade of Germany. The resulting Battle of Jutland was the biggest naval clash the world had ever seen, dominated by long-range artillery duels between battleships. It ended in a draw, and the High Seas Fleet remained confined to port until it mutinied at the end of the war.

The German government had attempted unsuccessfully to supply the IRB with weapons before the uprising. By all accounts, the Germans had little faith the rising would succeed. But they recognized that a friendly Ireland would offer them naval facilities that would have made it impossible for Britain to maintain its blockade. [6] The longer the Rising lasted, the more tempting it would have been for Germany to intervene. It would have been a simple enough matter, while the Royal Navy was distracted in the North Sea, to send one or two U-boats to Ireland with additional arms for the rebels.

Finally, at this stage, Britain’s great hope for defeating Germany depended on convincing the United States to side with the Allies. America was still neutral in 1916. President Woodrow Wilson would go on to win reelection that year campaigning on the slogan, “He kept us out of war.” The U.S. finally did enter the war in April 1917, after the British intercepted the Zimmerman Telegram and handed a copy to the Americans. The telegram from Germany’s foreign secretary to its ambassador in Mexico City proposed a German-Mexican alliance against the U.S., with the aim of restoring to Mexico much of the American Southwest.

The Irish, then and now, constitute one of the largest ethnic blocs in the American population. By 1916, they were a major force in American politics. Most wanted no part of a war for Britain’s sake. The longer the Rising lasted, the more it would have inflamed Irish-American opposition to Britain. If, in the end, it still failed, the British suppression of Ireland that followed would certainly have been harsher than what followed the Rising in our timeline. That too would have stiffened Irish-American opposition. In this atmosphere, even the Zimmerman Telegram might not have been enough to tip the U.S. to Britain’s side. The contents of the telegram were outrageous, but they were also fantastic, and it would have been easy enough to dismiss the telegram as a British forgery. If Irish-American opposition kept the U.S. out of World War I, a German victory would have been all but certain.

How long the Rising would have lasted in these circumstances is anyone’s guess.  It may have evolved into a guerrilla campaign very like what took place during the Anglo-Irish War, or it could have collapsed in a matter of weeks.  If it had brought about a German victory, though, it very likely would have led to Ireland’s gaining independence as a German client state. The naval facilities such an Ireland could give Germany would eliminate the threat of a Royal Navy blockade permanently. This Ireland would likely include the six counties that now make up Northern Ireland, something the Ulster Protestants would bitterly oppose.  It’s easy to imagine Britain channeling clandestine support to Ulster militants, much as Nazi Germany aided the Sudeten Germans up to 1938. Ireland, rather than Eastern Europe, could ultimately have provided the spark that ignited a Second World War.

Endnotes

[1]: Sinn Féin was a pacifist organization prior to April 1916. British newspapers mistakenly blamed it for the Rising, in which it played no role. It was only after the 1917 amnesty, when Éamon de Valera took control of the group, that Sinn Féin embraced militant republicanism.

[2]: For an example of Connolly’s thinking, see his article, “On Street Fighting,” Workers Republic, July 24, 1915, reprinted in The Guerilla Reader: A Historical Anthology, ed. by Walter Laqueur (New York: New American Library, 1977), 169-71, and in The Art of War in World History, ed. by Gérard Chaliand (Berkeley, CA: University of California Press, 1994), 911-13.

[3]: Most sources estimate less than 2,000 fighters mobilized on Easter Monday 1916.  The total strength of the Irish Volunteers is unknown. Sources place it anywhere from 14,000 to well over 100,000. See William H. Kautt, The Anglo-Irish War, 1916-1921: A People’s War (Westport, CT: Praeger, 1999), 56.

[4]: The classic treatment of this is George Dangerfield, The Strange Death of Liberal England, 1910-1914 (New York: Putnam, 1980).

[5]: The Irish nationalists, largely Catholic, formed their own militia in response to the creation of the Ulster Volunteer Force, which they called the National Volunteers. Like the UVF, most of the National Volunteers sought to enlist at the start of WWI, in large part because they believed a show of loyalty in Britain’s time of need would be their best guarantee to gain the promise of Home Rule after the war. Unlike the UVF, these volunteers were split up rather than being allowed to form their own official unit within the British Army. About 14,000 of the National Volunteers refused to enlist. This group became the Irish Volunteers and was soon dominated by the IRB.

[6]: Peter De Rosa, Rebels: The Irish Rising of 1916 (New York: Fawcett Columbine, 1990), 227.

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Andrew Schneider is the business news reporter for KUHF Houston Public Radio

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Review: Dominion by C.J. Sansom

Guest post by Alison Morton.
A tough and powerful word, but an appropriate title for C J Sansom's new book. Famous for his Shardlake Tudor series, here Sansom brings us to 1952 in an alternate, authoritarian Britain which made peace with Hitler in 1940. Not formally occupied, Britain is nevertheless dominated by the Nazi regime. Its home-grown "milice" - a vastly expanded and violent Special Branch working hand-in-hand with the Gestapo dispensing brutality from the basement of the German Embassy at Senate House - patrols the dismal and dirty streets.

Germany is still fighting a bitter, savage war against Russia, the British press, radio and television are filled with propaganda and British Jews face ever greater constraints.

The hero, David Fitzgerald, is a civil servant hiding his Jewishness and trying to preserve his marriage which is collapsing under the pressure of his secret life as a spy for the Resistance. The antagonist, Gunther Hoth, a Gestapo policeman hunting Fitzgerald and his Resistance colleagues, is neither stupid nor inexperienced and almost becomes a sympathetic character. This is no "Dick Barton" adventure with clear-cut lines.

Dense with detail that makes its portrayal of everyday life so vivid, the action starts slowly, but by the end, the tension is almost unbearable. Real events like Great Smog of 1952 are woven in to ramp up the threatening atmosphere and clever details about the alternate 1950s are grafted onto real ones, such as British Corner Houses replacing Lyons Corner Houses (Joe Lyons was, of course, Jewish).

The characters are beautifully, often painfully, drawn and fleshed out with past histories full of awkward relations, tiresome colleagues, happy and painful childhoods. Complex, sometimes very frightened, the characters are always human. Their dialogue mirrors this as well as driving the story forward.

Although interacting with the characters' story, the overarching political plot does not reply upon their actions. The seeming important secret is of negative importance. In one way, this is unsatisfactory, in another it emphasises how the actions of ordinary people do not impact or contribute to the bigger one. In this book, that would have been too pat.

Part adventure, part espionage, all encompassed by terrific atmosphere, this is an exciting, but moving account of people who become heroic but remain very human.

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Alison Morton writes Roman-themed thrillers with an alternative history setting and hopes to publish the first of a trilogy early next year. She muses on writing, Romans and alternate/alternative history at her blog.

Friday, January 4, 2013

The Holy Land by Kieran Colfer

[This article appeared in Time magazine, May 13, 2008]

As we look forward to tomorrow's joint celebrations of the 60th anniversary of the formation of the Israeli state and the 40th anniversary of Palestinian independence, it is a good time to look back at how the peace process between these two nations, shaky at times, has developed, and how easily it could have turned out otherwise.

At the end of June 1967, the world was stunned by the lightning Israeli victory over the joint armies of Egypt, Syria, Lebanon and Iraq, in what came to be known as the "Eight-Day War". Israeli tanks stood at the gates of Damascus, and the paratroopers of Ariel Sharon's Southern Division were taking pictures of each other at the foot of the pyramids outside Cairo. The Egyptian and Syrian air forces had been effectively annihilated on the first day of the war, and some Israeli commentators were joking that "there were now more Egyptian soldiers in Israeli POW camps than there were in Egyptian barracks".

A lot of historians contribute the complete success of Israel's pre-emptive strike on the Egyptians and Syrians to the refusal on May 30th of King Hussein of Jordan to sign a mutual defense treaty with General Gamal Abdel Nasser of Egypt, thus keeping Jordan out of the conflict. King Hussein had already been having secret meetings with Israeli Foreign Minister Abba Eban and Premier Golda Meir for three years beforehand concerning peace and secure borders, and so wanted no part of what he called "Nasser's mad adventurism".

This could have been quite different: in November 1966 an Israeli patrol was blown up by a mine on the border with the Jordanian-occupied West Bank, and a retaliatory strike on a PLO camp in the occupied territories had been planned. This was called off, however, at the last minute. Had it gone ahead, it may have undone all the diplomatic efforts of the last 3 years and driven Jordan into the Egyptian camp.

As it turned out, King Hussein now saw in Egypt and Syria's misfortune a chance to overtake Nasser as the de facto leader of the Arabic world. So, as the United Nations scrambled to produce the abortive Resolution 242 (the so-called "land for peace" resolution), intense back-channel negotiations between the Jordanian and Israeli governments resulted in the Bethlehem Agreement in July 1967 in which Jordan agreed to act as the mediator between Israel and the Arab states. Under the peace agreement brokered by Hussein, Israel agreed to withdraw from their positions around the capitals of Egypt and Syria, and return the Sinai and the Gaza Strip to Egypt and the Golan Heights to Syria in return for peace agreements. The Golans would have to be demilitarized and special arrangement would be negotiated for the Straits of Tiran. This in fact had already been unanimously agreed by the Israeli cabinet on June 19th and sent to the US State Department to pass on to the governments of Egypt and Syria, but for some reason it had never been delivered. America's mistake was now Jordan's gain, as King Hussein, although condemned in the Arabic press as a traitor and an Israeli stooge, could now play "The Great Peacemaker".

As the government buildings where they deliberated were within shelling distance of Israeli tanks, the Arab leaders had no choice but to accept this deal. On the 25th of June, the peace treaty was signed between the warring parties, and on the 30th the Israeli forces started withdrawing under UN supervision. The month of June 1967, which had started out looking so promising for the Arab cause, had turned out to be a disaster. Even worse was to come for the Arab nations, when it was pointed out to them that by signing a peace treaty with "The State of Israel", they were de facto recognizing it as a valid political entity - something which they had refused to do since 1948. One American commentator later described it as "The greatest trick pulled on anyone in the region since Delilah convinced Samson his hair needed a trim".

Even though he was now being feted as "the Harbinger of Peace in the Middle East", King Hussein was not content to rest on his laurels. The talks with Israel had opened up some new possibilities which he was now keen to explore in order to achieve a lasting peace for everyone. For the next few months diplomatic circles around the world were abuzz with rumors of even more high-level discussions between Israel and Jordan, but when the plan was finally unveiled on December 25th it made everyone's jaw drop. In exchange for Israel renouncing all political and territorial claims to the West Bank, Jordan would also withdraw its occupation forces and allow the territory to declare independence. For the first time in history, there was to be a Palestinian state, with its capital in East Jerusalem.

In addition to Palestinian independence, both sides also agreed to donate part of their GDP to a common fund for the reconstruction and development of the new Palestine. Israel would also instigate a lottery program, where every year, 30,000 refugees from the 1948-49 Arab exodus would be offered the right to return to their original homes, or if they declined, a grant of $20,000 and automatic Palestinian citizenship. This program was eventually to be funded by Jewish groups in the USA and overseas. On the Palestinian side, the new Palestinian government had to agree to allow free access to the holy places of all faiths. So, for the first time since the destruction of the third temple, Jews would be able to pray freely at the Wailing Wall.

The news of Palestinian independence caused a furor nowhere more than in Israel itself, where a deep rift in the public attitudes was soon to make itself felt. On one side there were the pragmatists who saw it as a way to get lasting peace, and on the other the religious conservatives who believed that as Palestine was the land God gave to Abraham for his people, no-one had the right to give any of it up. Indeed, the famous quote by Golda Meir: "We will have peace with the Arabs when they love their children more than they hate us, and the best way to achieve that is to give them a place they can call their own," was in response to a statement by Ariel Sharon that "When you are in a struggle to the death, you don't take your foot of the other fellow's neck and offer him your shoes". The public was so divided and tensions were so high in fact that at one point civil war seemed a possibility. However, the assassination of Meir by the yeshiva student Uzi Bar-Dayan at a rally and the uncovering of the "General's Plot", where Ariel Sharon and other high-ranking IDF officials were found to be plotting a coup to overthrow the government if it went ahead with the agreement, swung public opinion firmly away from the conservatives. As one wreath at Meier's funeral put it: "Jews don't kill Jews over Arabs".

The decision to set the date of the declaration of Palestinian independence as the same date as the foundation of the Israeli state was seen as a political master-stroke. On one move, the day that was up until now mourned in the Arab world as "Al Naqba", or "the Catastrophe", was now to become a day of celebration. The last few weeks were a desperate scramble on both sides to get the necessary political and legislative pieces into place, but on May 14, 1968, the new State of Palestine came into existence and took its first steps on the world stage. It was immediately recognized by the US, Great Britain, the rest of Western Europe and the USSR. The Arab states soon followed suit, willingly or unwillingly - behind the scenes they had been told "you are either part of the solution or part of the problem".

Soon after independence, Saudi Arabia, unwilling to let Jordan take all the credit for the new state, announced its own reconstruction fund for Palestine, and the other Arab nations soon added their own contributions. The new state blossomed, and what had started as a trickle of refugees from the camps in Jordan. Syria and Lebanon soon became a flood. Indeed, so much new money was pouring into the country that Israeli Arabs were heard to joke that they'd be better off on the other side of the border! While organizations like the PLO still had as their main aim the liberation of the whole of Palestine and the destruction of Israel, its membership plummeted. As one former PLO commando commented: "better to live like a sultan in Palestine than die a martyr in Israel". Indeed, the PLO eventually entered the mainstream of political life though their Fatah organization, and PLO leader Yassir Arafat eventually became Palestinian President in 1982.

With the coming of the 1970s, the international focus turned to the Gaza Strip. Still chafing under increasingly authoritarian Egyptian control, its people started clamoring to join their brethren in the west bank. A "Peace Wall" was set up by the Egyptian authorities between the Gaza Strip and Israel to prevent its population deserting en masse - Egypt had now gone from "The Liberator of Palestine" to the jailer of the Palestinian people. Eventually in 1975, after a 3-year Intifada (or "uprising"), the Egyptians agreed to turn over control of the Gaza Strip to the Palestinian Government in East Jerusalem. Israel, whose economy in the preceding years had profited considerably from the peace and the largess bestowed on its new neighbor, agreed to allow complete freedom of movement between the two halves of Palestine. Peace at last reigned in the Middle East.

The last few years have not exactly been trouble-free, but in general the region has been a quiet one. Relationships between Israel and its neighbors, while never warm, have become at least cordial, with Israeli embassies opened in Riyadh, Cairo, Dubai and Tehran, and East Jerusalem. This year Israel takes its seat as one of the rotating members of the UN Security Council. Indeed, some people say that the final seal on the Peace process will be the highlight of tomorrow's celebrations, the opening of the Museum of Understanding on the border between Israeli West Jerusalem and Palestinian East Jerusalem. The museum covers the history of the region equally from the viewpoint of both sides, with Jewish recollections of the Holocaust sitting alongside Palestinian accounts of Al Naqba. Indeed, some say there is an accidental and coincidental symmetry to the opening ceremony, with both men who will light the Eternal Flame in the courtyard having histories of suffering. The Mayor of West Jerusalem still has the faded identity number from Auschwitz-Birkenau tattooed on his wrist, while the Mayor of East Jerusalem lost his leg to an errant Israeli shell while fleeing his home in 1948 and lived the early years of his life in a refugee camp in Jordan.

The Eternal Flame that will be lit tomorrow will symbolize the loss and suffering of every nation and people in this "Holy Land". It will have the flags of both Israel and Palestine flying permanently above it, and engraved on bronze around its base are three words, one in Hebrew, one in Arabic, and one in English:

Shalom,

Salaam,

Peace.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Cherry Blossom in the Spring by Rachel Saunders

Rajesh felt the warmth of pride flush through him as he saluted the Indian flag fluttering gamely in the early morning sunshine. Him and the other veterans all looked crisp and smart, each marked in their own way by the ravages of the war they all shared in common. Not many of them left now, a handful of deaths each year thinned their ranks in flesh, but they all remembered the departed in spirit and toast. As the bugle sounded its lonesome notes he could not help but laugh inside at the leftover traditions of the Raj that remained imprinted into his nation's psyche. The last post was one of those hold overs that he was glad of, but even so he could still feel his anger at the British burning deep after all these years.

As the last note floated across the chilly air, with the same sharp tones he had used all those years ago, he barked “Parade, paradeshun!”

Every man present lowered his salute, and snapped to attention.

“Parade dismissed!”

The gathered ensemble smartly turned to their right with parade ground precision, walked three paces, then broke the formation. Another year, another memorial day. Rajesh looked down the terrace towards the cemetery where the former tennis court had been, and for a moment the vividness of the fighting of those savage days in April 1944 came flooding back. In years past a small degree of shame had burned his cheeks at the memory of his actions, but then the swell of pride would fill his chest. Today he felt nothing but pride in his actions, for he knew that the legacy that him and his fellow veterans had secured a vital part in the liberation of his homeland.

“Rajesh, good to see you still have your bark!”

Breaking his reverie, he saw Vikram Kuprasami walking over to him, one of the last survivors of the British attempt at stemming their mutiny. “Vikram you old dog, how are things these days? Are the grandchildren still running round your feet?”

His friend nodded, and the two of them chatted about idle family gossip. Rejesh was pleased for his friend, the two old parachutists having made good family lives for themselves after the war. Rajesh caught sight of a late blossoming cherry tree, and pointed it out, “looks like the Gods are showing us their blessing, and as the Japanese would say it is rather auspicious.”

Vikram let out a hollow laugh, “indeed it is, let us hope that all of us live to see another year.”

Nodding his approval, Rajesh shook his friend's proffered hand, “and may Vishnu watch over your family.”

“Thank you, may Ganesh watch over yours.”

The two of them chatted a while longer, and as the sun rose gradually off the Kohima hills, he let Vikram get back to the rest of the 50th. In many respects Rajesh knew that him and the men standing around talking were viewed as villains in the annals of history, but in his heart he knew that their mutiny was the only possible course of action that they could have done. Mother India had needed men like this to come to her rescue, and the scourge of the British yoke had finally been lifted when the Japanese had broken through at Koshima in thanks largely due to their mutiny.

Walking over to the railings, he stared down the terrace towards the cemetery, his eyes settling on the Japanese tanks sitting sentinel watch over those resting in eternal slumber. Rajesh was not one for sentimentalism, and as his eldest grandchild joined him at the rail, he put his arm around the boy's shoulder. This was why he had chosen to commit the unthinkable act, to provide a free and true future for all the Indian children born after independence. His daughter-in-law Maiko joined them on the his other shoulder, and they shared passing words about the beauty of the scene spread out in front of them.

As they all walked back to the car, he thought about Ghandi's call for peaceful protest, that once lofty notion that somehow the British could be driven from their land by simply sitting down and taking a beating. He did not hold much stock in that, though given that he had been on of the honour guard at the great man's funeral in 1962 he was not prepared to be outspoken about the legacy both Ghandi and Nehru had left in the aftermath of the collapse of the Raj. Rajesh recounted a book he had read by a British historian lamenting the pace of the British withdrawal from India, and how the anarchy of that period could have been avoided if only Churchill had not been so obstinate in his objections to Indian independence. Subconsciously Rajesh shrugged, what did he know? All he knew was that he was an Indian patriot, and all that had happened since those fateful days fighting in the Kohima hills had been worth it both for him and his country. He thanked Vishnu for the long life he had lived since then, and silently prayed that he may yet get to see the cherry blossom come again in those same hills.

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Rachel Saunders is a creative writer based in York, UK, and enjoys writing alternative history set in the 20th Century. Check out her website Random Acts.