Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Eighty-Four
17th June 1956
Kiel
After spending the last three months of his career using up unused leave Jacob was back in Kiel one last time as the Grand Admiral of the High Seas Fleet and Fleet Air Command. All that was left was the changeover ceremony and he would go into retirement. One of the things that Jacob had done during those three months was complete his autobiography, the carefully edited and redacted version was headed for publication. The unedited, unredacted manuscript had been slapped with the highest classification and wouldn’t see the light of day until the year 2006. By then the hope was that it would only be interesting to historians and scholars, no one else. Jacob knew that was a not going to work. When he had edited the copy of the manuscript, he had made sure to allude to several things that were behind those blacked lines of text. In fifty years, Jacob knew that he would be long dead and the State Archives would have the public clamoring for the book that would effectively rewrite the history of the first half of the twentieth century.
Just in case the State tried to change the rules he had placed a copy of the original manuscript in a safe deposit box in Zurich. A legal firm that he had on retainer was in possession of the only key. Their instructions were to open it and publish the contents without knowing exactly what it was in 2016. Jacob had picked the hundredth anniversary of the Battle of Jutland. The first battle he had participated in.
Putting on his uniform coat, then came the process of putting on the medals, the Grand Cross of the Pour le Mérite at his throat, a series of carefully ordered sashes over his shoulder to go with the stars pinned to the front of his coat. The Order of the Black Eagle had to go on top, followed by the French Legon of Honor and the Dutch Military William Order. He needed to have an aide assist him with it all and it was something he would not miss. However, the fact that he held those medals had played a large role in him being selected to be the head of the new European Space Agency.
The finishing touch was the bicorne hat that was a traditional part of the dress uniform of a Grand Admiral, a relic of the Nineteenth Century that he had been unable to dispense with despite considerable effort on his part. Jacob looked at himself in the mirror as he put it on and felt ridiculous. It was helped by him being able to see Esther behind him in the reflection, she was trying hard not to laugh.
“You always look so dashing in that dress uniform with the gold buttons, blue wool and medals” Esther said, “Then you put on that hat…”
With that Esther could no longer contain her laughter. In a few minutes he would have to go out and formally hand over his Command to Admiral Ernst Schirlitz, newly appointed Grand Admiral of the Fleet. And the icing on the cake was that his wife found the whole thing terribly amusing.
It was just as well he was getting out when he was. He had needed Nessa to explain to him the technical aspects of the advanced thermonuclear device that had been set off deep under an atoll in the Marshall Islands. What Nessa had told him had been sobering. The conversation that had followed had been equally informative, exactly what Nessa thought of what was happening with the projects she had started years earlier. It was when she had mentioned seeing the diagrams and plans for what had become latest device in a Chicago warehouse after they had been drawn up by a madman. While Nessa said that she wasn’t able to bring herself to join the protests outside her University, she had concluded a long time ago that the toys had become too dangerous for the children to be allowed to just play with them anymore.
The needs of the Kaiserliche Marine were changing as well. It should not have been a surprise that the smallest units in the Fleet had been the most active with Destroyers, S-Boats and even converted fishing Trawlers were seeing the most use in the Pacific. Keeping the shipping lanes open and relatively free of piracy and smuggling had turned out to be a very involved process. Konteradmiral Junge had proven equal to the task so far. The Taiwanese, Koreans and Vietnamese were looking to build Navies of their own and they had been very generous in what they were offering Jacob to come consult for them to further their efforts. They were smart enough to know that it wasn’t necessarily money that he was after. It would also help take pressure off the Pacific Fleet eventually.
As he made his way down the stairs of his house, he saw that Sarah and Nessa were waiting in the parlor. They had come up from Berlin with their families so that they could be here for this.
“Off to fight the Spanish Armada Poppa?” Sarah asked, her voice full of mirth. Working closely with John Elis at the V8 Club had clearly had a negative influence on his oldest daughter. It seemed like she always had a flip answer or wisecrack these days. This time though, Nessa had her hand over her mouth as she tried not to laugh. That decided it for Jacob in that instant. The instant he was done with the formal reception that would follow the changeover, he was burning the hat.