A successful operation Valkyrie wouldn't have changed much besides a quicker end to the war. At that point both the Allies and the Soviets were not going to accept anything less than a complete unconditional surrender, so the hopes for the conspirators to even keep Germany's pre-war territories were deeply unrealistic.
In that case, Freedom Fighters (The 2003 videogame) would happen since the events of the game starts the moment Stalin launches a personal Vodka for Hitler.
To the people saying the US had only a couple nukes you are right, we only had three when we bombed Japan, however we were making a bomb every month, while the soviets wouldn’t gain nukes for a few more years. While I don’t think we would use them like we did in Japan, we would still have a lot of them.
Had Hitler NOT attacked the USSR before having pacified Western Europe and made a deal with Britain, he could have pushed the Soviets back over the Urals and ruled a united European empire.
Что думают амереканцы, БиБиСи, СиЭнЭн, Форбс, Зе нью йорк. (Я про то, что каждый амереканцы уверен, что без их поставок и высадки в Нормандию - советский союз проиграл. Однако, из всего оружия советского союза, по ленд-лизу было доставлено 2.9%. При чем Россия заплатила за этот ленд Лиз своими деньгами. Хотя орудие было низшего качества. Основное пехотное оружие - ПП Томпсон не пробивали советский ватник с десяти метров 🤦. Основные танки уступали по качеству Советским. Тот же т34-85 был способен пробивать все немецкие танки, кроме Тигра, а вот танки США - только пзшки 3 поколения. Самолёты уступали по рулевой системе. Тот же ил-2 или яҡу был получше и мобильней, чем западные аналоги. Да и поставки пищи были мизерные. Республика Тыва(Меньше Америки в сто раз) поставила и то больше, чем великое АсАшАй🤦)
I think they will defeat tge USST if it was executed bc USA were there and also USSR was also have heavy casualties and running out of many things bc of the germans❤
... You look over your shoulder, gun mounted atop the sloppy pile of dirt you call home. You were awaiting an imminent attack, watching like a bird of prey for any human silhouettes, ones corrupted with the outlines of war's devices. But the whistle of the rounds stuns you in your boots. You can see them racing towards you, banshees of death and destruction. Their descent appears to be terribly fast. You forgot to breath, the world stands strangely still. ......... "Artillery!!" The officer shrieks too late, the rounds hit. You watch the man disappear into a blasting tower of dirt. You strangely notice a piece of his face at your boots, a simple cheek and empty eye socket, the smashed half of his eyeglasses still oddly attached. You watch as the rounds get closer, more young men enveloped in the bombs, wiped from existence, leaving behind rips and tears and limbs as the only fading reminders of their mortal presence. It's all too much, it's all too much it's all too much it's all too much it's all too much it's all to much it's all to much for you and you see it so incredibly fucking slowly, why in the hell must you witness it so damn SLOWLY! ........ A sudden shift occurs.... Memories flood you as your brain prepares itself for its end. Everything from outside this damned war begins to glimmer in your consciousness, greeting you with a brilliant slideshow of all your experiences, good and bad. You feel like you're falling as the rounds that creep quickly towards you are left only as a background to this rollercoaster of emotions, then the accompanying experience of suddening feeling totally alive. It continues until your entire perception of existence gradually is focused on a single point, a final frame. .... In a void, you make out the picture, one that slowly fills your vision of you and your brothers in arms after having finished boot camp. Jagged smiles shine, filled with the excitement for the glorious adventure ahead. "This" a voice booms, "was the beginning, this is what led you to me". !!!!!! Wait.. No it can't be? Did..... No... Death spoke... death spoke death spoke death spoke death spoke he spoke I heard it it's real where am I what will happen! What's going on where will I go will I go will I go will I g - !!! ... The round hits [][][][][][][][[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][[][][][][][][] He was another young man in a fithy, muddy and blown apart trench. Another victim of the unending, marching machine of death called war. Another forgotten young lad forced to face the uncertain question of his fate, after and beyond, his miserable perishing. The western front was a meat grinder, an event of brutality and destruction never before witnessed in the world up to that point in history. There was nothing natural about it. It was an abomination, a stain on human history, an outward manifestation of the evil in men's hearts. A heart left tainted and set to fester, filled with greed and pride, until it spilled out in an atrocious culling of young men. I fear that soon this may happen again. To add to the hell, all too many too soon were forced to face that one terror we've all shared. "Where will I go when I die?" Do not underestimate the power of this question. And let's pray the afterlife is kinder to him than this world was, and you as well, dear young lad.
