“So you are going
to win the war, John? One small island against almost the whole of Europe?”
Gerhard smiled, enjoying a Player‘s cigarette. The Brigadier nodded: “With the Dutchman back in the White House, the lanky Yanks will come in.
More supplies for us, then they’ll be over here. Same as the last lot, old
boy.” Gerhard looked
up: “I’ll counter your white Yankee king with a black Bushido knight. Tokyo
will gobble up your Asian colonies with their rubber and petrol. As for the
Soviets - Uncle Joe is
perched on top of a rotten edifice. Spoils for us once the Commies
crumble.”
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