Harry Turtledove - The War That Came Early: West and East

To the memory of Paul Fleischauer, 19422009one of the good ones .
Too soon gone, dammit; too soon gone .

Contents

Chapter 1

T heo Hossbach lay on a cot in a military hospital in Cambrai. All of him was fine except for the last two joints on the ring finger of his left hand. He wouldnt see those again until and unless what the Resurrection of the Flesh preachers liked to talk about turned out to be the straight goods. Theo doubted itTheo doubted almost everything people in authority saidbut you never could tell.

One thing Theo didnt doubt was that he was lucky to be there, or anywhere. Along with the commander and driver, hed bailed out of a burning Panzer II. Theyd all run for some bushes a couple of hundred meters away. Hed made it. Ludwig and Fritz hadnt. It was about that simple.

The bullet that amputated those last two joints came later. He didnt know whether it was aimed at him in particular or just one of the random bullets always flying around a battlefield. The one by Beauvais seemed to have had more of them than most. Theo might have been prejudiced; hed never had to bail out of a panzer before.

Or he might not have been. The French and English had stopped the Wehrmacht s drive at Beauvais, and it hadnt got started again. This made two wars in a row where the Schlieffen Plan didnt quite work. Hitlers generals came closer to pulling it off than the Kaisers had, but what was that worth?

A nurse came by. She took his temperature. Normal. Very good, she said as she wrote it down. Do you need another pain pill?

Yes, please, he answered. Those two missing joints seemed to hurt worse than the stub he had left. Phantom pain , the doctor who cleaned up the wound called it. He could afford to dismiss it like that; it wasnt his hand.

Here. The nurse gave Theo the pill, watched while he swallowed it, and wrote that down, too. He figured it was codeine; it made him a little woozy, and it constipated him. It also left him less interested in the nurse, who wasnt bad looking, than he would have been if he werent taking them every four to six hours. But it pushed away the pain, both real and phantom.

Most of the soldiers in the ward with him had nastier wounds. Most, but not all: the fellow two beds down wore a cast on his ankle because hed tripped over his own feet and broken it. I wasnt even drunk, he complained to anyone whod listen. Just fucking clumsy.

Woozy turned to drowsy. Theo was dozing when hearing his own name brought him back to himself. The nurse was leading a captain over to his cot. The pink Waffenfarbe on the mans Totenkopf collar patches and edging his shoulder straps said he was a panzer man, too. You are, uh, Theodor Hossbach? he said.

Theodosios Hossbach, sir, Theo said resignedly. How was he supposed to explain that his father had been slogging through a translation of Gibbons The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire at just the wrong time?

He got the panzer captains attention, anyhow. Theodosios? Well, well. No wonder you go by Theo.

No wonder at all, sir, Theo agreed.

You are a radio operator. You are familiar with the operation of the Fu5 radio set?

Yes, sir. Theo knew he still sounded resigned. Every panzer in the Wehrmacht used the Fu5 except commanders vehicles, which carried the longer-range Fu10. If he was a panzer radioman, hed damn well better know how to use the standard set. A pfennigs worth of thought was evidently too much to hope for.

Then the captain got to the point: Can you return to duty? A radio operator in a Panzer II is not required to do much with his left hand.

That was true, and then again it wasnt. A radioman didnt need to do much with his left hand to operate the radio. When it came to things like engine repairs or remounting a thrown track, though Theo knew he could have said no. His hand was swathed in enough bandages to wrap a Christmas present, or maybe a mummy. He hesitated no more than a heartbeat. As long as they give me a jar of those little white pills, sir, Im good to go.

They will, the captain said, with a glance toward the nurse that warned someones head would roll if they didnt. Youll have it by the time I come back for you, in half an hour or so. A couple of other fellows here I want to scoop up if I can.

A doctor gave Theo the codeine and a reproachful look. You should stay longer. Youre nowhere near healed.

Ill manage, Theo said. Im sick of laying around.

Lying, the doctor said automatically.

No, sir. Im telling the truth.

Right. The doctor looked more reproachful yet. Theo hadnt thought he could. Maybe were lucky to get rid of you.

Maybe you are. Most of me doesnt need the bedonly my hand.

When the panzer captain came back for Theo, he had one other fellow (who walked with a limp) in tow and a discontented expression on his face. The last guy I want is shirking, he growled. Id bet my last mark on it even if I cant prove it. Well, I just have to make do with you two. Lets go.

Theyd laundered Theos black coveralls. Putting them on again did feel good. The other panzer crewman, whose name was Paul, seemed to feel the same way. Once he had the black on, he stood taller and straighter and seemed to move more fluidly.

The captain bundled them both into a Citron hed got somewhere or other and headed west. They drove past and through the wreckage of a nearly successful campaign. Dead panzersGerman, French, and Britishlittered the landscape, along with burnt-out trucks and shot-up autos. Here and there, German technicians salvaged what they could from the metal carcasses.

Just outside of Mondidier, the captain stopped. You boys get out here, he said. Were regrouping for a fresh go at the pigdogs. Theyll fit you into new crews.

Whatll you do, sir? Theo asked.

Head for another hospital and see how many men I can pry loose there, the officer answered. The more, the better. We can use experienced people, God knows.

Theo felt shy about joining a new crew. Hed spent his whole military careerhed spent the whole warwith Ludwig and Fritz. Theyd understood him as well as anybody did. Theyd put up with him. If another driver and commander had lost their radioman He made a sour face. Hed feel like a woman marrying a widower and trying to live up to the standard his first wife had set.

To his relief, he didnt have to do that. The personnel sergeant assigned him to what would be a brand-new crew. The commander was a sergeant called Heinz Naumann. He had bandages on his neck and his left handand maybe in between, too. Burns. Getting better, he said laconically. On his coveralls he wore the Iron Cross First Class and a wound badge. Sooner or later, Theo knew, a wound badge would also catch up with him.