In 1945 the Soviet Union planned an attack of the Third Reich with an atomic bomb, defeating the Americans in the nuclear race. Unfortunately the plane and it's deadly payload was lost in the Rhine. Hitler discovered it and released all of it's hellish horror on London. Now I, President Sam Grant, hold the only free country left on the planet. May God help us all. Grant put down his pen, looking at his speech with an eye of a solider. He was the descendant of U.S. Grant, the great hero of the Civil War, had grown up by the sword, and now was a goshdamn politician. It was not a good time to be president of the United States. Soviet nationals had taken over Canada in 1997, and, just recently, the Nazi Party of Mexico had won a hotly disputed election. Which was exactly what his speech was meant to address. Then he heard a phone ring. The ring was different, high and shrill. It came from a red phone. That phone had never rang once in Grant's presidency. He picked up with shaky hands. "Mr. President, we have a very bad situation. Mayor Bloomberg, of New York, says he's got four Typhoon-class subs in his harbor. Damn if I know where they came from, Quebec probably. But anyway the Red's have decided they want to take our country before them damn Nazi's do, and-" Grant slammed down the phone. His Defense Secretary talked to much. It was time for war.