Himmler's War
Robert Conroy
Language: English
Pages: 528
ISBN: 1451638485
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Popular alternate history author delivers another compelling what if novel; Hitler is out of the picture and Himmler in charge of a resurgent German war machine. By the author of breakout WW II alternate history game-changer, 1945
Only days after
About Himmler’s War:
“VERDICT Historical accuracy in the midst of creative speculation makes this piece of alternate history believable. It should appeal to fans of Harry Turtledove and Peter G. Tsouras.” –Library Journal
About Red Inferno: 1945
“An ensemble cast of fictional characters. . . and historical figures powers the meticulously researched story line with diverse accounts of the horrors of war, making this an appealing read for fans of history and alternate history alike.”—Publishers Weekly
“[E]ngrossing and grimly plausible. . .the suspense holds up literally to the last page.”—Booklist
About 1945:
“ moving and thought-provoking. . .”—Publishers Weekly
“Realistic . . .”—Booklist
About 1942:
". . . fans of Tom Clancy and Agent Jack Bauer should find a lot to like here.”—Publishers Weekly
“A significant writer of alternate history turns here to the popular topic of
“A high-explosive what-if, with full-blooded characters.”—John Birmingham, bestselling author of Without Warning
About 1901:
“. . .cleverly conceived . . . Conroy tells a solid what-if historical.”—Publishers Weekly
“. . . likely to please both military history and alternative history buffs.”—Booklist
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everywhere else. We will counterattack them savagely with the armor we’ve stored for such a purpose.” Himmler took a deep breath and appeared to relax. “Ah yes, the reserve army. And who will you place in command? Rommel?” Rundstedt shook his head. “Although Rommel’s health has largely returned, there are questions regarding his, say, reliability and temperament following the injury. It’s been decided that Dietrich will command the army while Rommel continues to mend.” Himmler nodded
and disappeared. Water from the geyser washed over him and something soft glanced off his shoulder. It was someone’s foot. He groaned and then threw up. Like everyone witnessing death, he thought that it could’ve been him and wondered why he was still alive. If he survived this, he would have questions that maybe nobody could answer. As he closed on the west bank, he saw that work was progressing on no less than three pontoon bridges. Even though shells from German guns splashed around them, the
do I have that nasty a reputation? Or is it Beetle Smith? He read the message, smiled, and walked into Smith’s office. The general looked up and grimaced. “Hitler still dead?” “Yes.” “Then why the hell are you bothering me?” “Take a look at this, sir,” Granville said as he held out the note. Smith read quickly. “How reliable is your source?” “Very.” Granville reminded Smith that he had been operating his own intelligence service and getting information from behind the German lines from a
far from precise. Even at their low altitude, they’d be lucky to hit the compound. “What the hell?” Phips said in surprise. Antiaircraft guns had opened up at the last second and black puffs of flak were exploding well above them. Whoever was down there was as surprised as he was. At least their shooting was off. The bomb bay doors opened and more cold wind whipped through the plane. They might be closer to the ground and it might be the middle of summer, but it was still like being in a savage
and foolish. Sergeant Sweeney shrugged eloquently. He didn’t care. “If you know what a tank looks like, you’re way ahead of those adolescent virgin second lieutenants who are standing there and wondering what we’re talking about. And welcome to the real army, sir.” Sergeant Sweeney was right. Borderline insubordinate, but right. But what the devil would he do in an armored unit? Supply? Probably. Jesus, he didn’t want to spend the war handing out underwear and pillowcases. “Thank you, Sergeant
