Story Post 1
SSgtC
It's bedtime somewhere
- Location
- Bristol, TN
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Author's Note: This is a timeline that I've been working on that explores a different Cold War where the United States Navy is forced to maintain a larger carrier fleet, one that the Essex class continues to play a large role in. The first few posts won't focus on the class themselves, but are the set up for the changed circumstances of the Cold War. Comments and criticisms are always welcome.
April 10, 1957
Jakarta, Indonesia
Indonesian President Sukarno wadded up the message that had been sent to him from his ambassador to the United Nations and angrily threw it across the room. Within the neatly typed pages was the latest response from The Netherlands in regard to the sovereignty of West Irian. The Dutch were still refusing to budge on the issue. Like all such messages between countries, the document before him was phrased politely and diplomatically, but the message was the same: That they could all go to hell. The Dutch had not changed their negotiating position in regard to West Irian a dot in seven years. Indonesia had tried everything. Direct talks between the two nations and talks through the auspices of the United Nations. Both had now failed. And the United Nations was actually proving to be even worse than useless. Not one country in the West was willing to even remotely back them. The United States had initially made some vague noises about sympathizing with their position and he originally had some hope that perhaps the United States could serve as an arbiter, but in the end, nothing had come of it. The only support they had received that was worth a damn had been from the Soviets and the Chinese. While Israel had also voiced support for their position, they were not in a position themselves to do more than that.
The Chinese themselves couldn't offer much beyond moral support in the short term either. Though in the future their huge population base and potential for industry could be helpful. Especially if, as he now suspected it would, the disagreement with the Dutch boiled over into armed conflict.
And accepting aid from the Soviets came with it's own costs. He had to balance three competing interests within his own country. The military, the Islamists and the Communists. Show too much favor to one, and the others would revolt. Sometimes he felt like he was sitting in a house of cards and all it would take to knock the whole thing down would be a strong breeze. Unfortunately, the situation was fast reaching a tipping point.
April 10, 1957
Jakarta, Indonesia
Indonesian President Sukarno wadded up the message that had been sent to him from his ambassador to the United Nations and angrily threw it across the room. Within the neatly typed pages was the latest response from The Netherlands in regard to the sovereignty of West Irian. The Dutch were still refusing to budge on the issue. Like all such messages between countries, the document before him was phrased politely and diplomatically, but the message was the same: That they could all go to hell. The Dutch had not changed their negotiating position in regard to West Irian a dot in seven years. Indonesia had tried everything. Direct talks between the two nations and talks through the auspices of the United Nations. Both had now failed. And the United Nations was actually proving to be even worse than useless. Not one country in the West was willing to even remotely back them. The United States had initially made some vague noises about sympathizing with their position and he originally had some hope that perhaps the United States could serve as an arbiter, but in the end, nothing had come of it. The only support they had received that was worth a damn had been from the Soviets and the Chinese. While Israel had also voiced support for their position, they were not in a position themselves to do more than that.
The Chinese themselves couldn't offer much beyond moral support in the short term either. Though in the future their huge population base and potential for industry could be helpful. Especially if, as he now suspected it would, the disagreement with the Dutch boiled over into armed conflict.
And accepting aid from the Soviets came with it's own costs. He had to balance three competing interests within his own country. The military, the Islamists and the Communists. Show too much favor to one, and the others would revolt. Sometimes he felt like he was sitting in a house of cards and all it would take to knock the whole thing down would be a strong breeze. Unfortunately, the situation was fast reaching a tipping point.