Chapter One Thousand Seven Hundred Twenty-Five
14th May 1966
In Transit, Rural Bavaria
One of the Platoon’s dedicated Radio Operators had tuned in to BBC’s radio service and a Football match, they were playing for the FA Cup, so this was hardly a friendly. Even if no one in the railcar had a side in this match, they were perfectly happy to listen in on what sounded like a good game with both sides giving it their all.
For probably the first time in his life, Manfred found that Football didn’t interest him due to other considerations. His hunting for boars at Christmastime had not gone unnoticed, so he had been ordered to train with the Battalion’s Sniper Section after word had gotten around about what he could do with his cowboy rifle. The 8.5mm rifle that the Snipers used, what had been dubbed the Thorwald Magnum after it’s developer, had a brutal recoil that that made punishing for the user. That was nothing compared to what the 16-gram bullets did to the target downrange though and the ability to shoot well past a thousand meters was nothing to sneeze at. Still, Manfred had been left with a bad bruise on his right shoulder that was still healing when the 7th Battalion got orders to proceed to Wunsdorf, where they were to integrate with the rest of the 4th Division, the 79th Signals Battalion in particular. Wunsdorf-Zossen was basically Manfred going home. Not only had he lived there for much of his childhood, but as everyone else in the Battalion was talking about, Berlin was nearby so it was one of the better posts if you liked having somewhere to go on R & R.
The problem for Manfred was that he would have to deal with the consequences of his choices because his family lived there much of the time. According to Ina’s letters, things were very frosty between his parents because on some level Ma blamed Pops for what had happened. Then Uncle Stefan and Aunt Kat had somehow gotten involved. Even though Ina was somewhat prone to theatrics, her description of how their parents had come dangerously close to calling it quits this time had rung true to Manfred. The last time he had been in Berlin, it had been a 24-hour liberty to escort Suse on her birthday that Kat had arranged. His mother had been in her constituency in Silesia, his father had been on an inspection tour somewhere and Ina was staying at the house of a friend. Only the household staff had been in his parent’s townhouse while he was there. It was hardly a surprise that he had gotten to the train station early when it had come time to return to Heuberg. Manfred figured that things would be different the next time he was there and was not looking forward to it.
Then there was Suse…
“You’ll get to see your girl more often, won’t you” Christian said, echoing Manfred’s thoughts.
“We’ll see” Manfred replied.
Occasionally, Suse got flustered and her thoughts became scattershot with her unable to focus on one thing for any length of time. The last letter from her had been that written down on paper. It was quite a feat when you thought about it, except Manfred found the contents disquieting. Suse had talked at length about the future, what she wanted, what she had found she couldn’t have, where she thought she was going. The question that Suse had regarded the role that Manfred was going to play in her life if their relationship became more serious. For as long as he could remember, Manfred had always considered the future as something that would take care of itself. While she wasn’t being rude about it, Suse was asking Manfred what his plans were, and he would have to admit that he had none. In the past, Manfred’s dealings with Suse had always been fun because of the spontaneity involved. Now, it seemed that she wanted a bit more than a fun night out now and again. Manfred could practically hear his mother’s amused laughter that Suse had written that.
Washington D.C.
“From the telemetry that the European Space Agency provided, Taxidiotis I completed a dozen orbits before splashing down in the Central Pacific” The Expert that NASA had sent to Washington said, “The mission was unmanned and was only to test the systems before manned missions that are planned in the coming months.”
A couple weeks earlier, the German Kaiser had issued a joint statement with the Queen of England and the President of France to announce the success of the first launch of the Taxidiotis Project. The head of the Project had been mentioned by name, one that was instantly familiar to anyone who had followed aviation and space exploration over the previous decades, von Richthofen. It was hardly a surprise that one of them would be involved. According to the CIA, Captain at Sea Albrecht von Richthofen, who was the Mission Director, and Wernher von Braun, was the Chief Engineer and Project Manager, detested each other. They did however get results.
“Where are we?” Nelson asked.
“The Saturn rocket program is proceeding apace Mr. President” The Expert replied. Nelson understood that meant that the rockets in question were still having issues with uneven fuel mixture and heat causing the engines to melt. The Engineers were saying that they were working on it, but America was about to get lapped again and it was something that he wouldn’t stand for.