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“This insightful series shows how the elements of modern warfare could have combined much earlier, and just how little the U.S. and the U.K. had in common in the 1860s.”
“THE TRILOGY . . . IS CLEVER AND ENTERTAINING.”
–Science Fiction Chronicle
PRAISE FOR HARRY HARRISON
“One of science fiction’s most prolific and accomplished craftsmen.”
The New York Times Book Review
Stars and Stripes Forever
Chosen by Science Fiction Chronicle
as One of the Best SF Novels of the Year
“Highly entertaining . . . Harrison does a masterful job of demonstrating how this became the first modern war and changed forever the way nations conducted their affairs.”
Science Fiction Chronicle
“A well-crafted alternate history epic.”
Science Fiction Age
Stars and Stripes in Peril
“Lovers of novels of alternate history hold Harry Harrison in high regard and [this book] can only enhance that esteem.”
ABRAHAM LINCOLN, PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES
The threat of war, and war itself, has plagued my presidency of these United States of America ever since my inauguration. Instead of a peaceful handing over of presidential power, a continuation of the rule of law with which this country is blessed, it has proved to have been an administration of strife. The dissension began even before my tenancy of the White House, when the Southern states attempted to sunder their bond with the Federal Union and organize a confederacy. Once this new alliance had fired on the Federal troops in Fort Sumter the die was cast. War was inevitable. There was no way to return to the path of peace. Thus began the Civil War in America that pitted brother against brother in deadly battle. I hesitate to think what the outcome would have been had these hostilities been allowed to run their course; surely it would have meant a nation sundered and brave men dead by the thousands. That is what would have happened in the very least. At worst it would surely have meant a national catastrophe, the destruction of this country as we know it.
But fate intervened. What began as a small incident, the capture of the British mail packet Trent by the American warship the USS San Jacinto, was inflated, blown up out of all proportion by the British government. As president, I would have been happy to release the two Confederate ministers who were taken from the Trent had the British government, Lord Palmerston and Queen Victoria in particular, shown any understanding of our position. Despite all of our efforts at peacemaking, they persisted in their intransigence. My government could not, would not, give in tothreats and imprecations at the highest level issued by a foreign power. While we in America worked for a peaceful solution to our national differences, they appeared to want nothing less than a headlong confrontation. While my government was locked in battle with the Southern secessionists, we still had to deal with this militant foreign power.
Alas, international peace was not to be. Defying all logic, the forces of the mighty British Empire invaded this sovereign land.
The world knows what happened next. With our nation threatened from the outside, the Civil War, the battle between our government and the seceding states, was ended. The result was that a reunited United States fought back against these invaders, the common enemy. It was not an easy war—none are—but in the end the strength of our common cause was such that the invaders were repulsed and hurled back from our shores. Disheartened by our victories, the enemy was sent packing as well from Canada, when that nation declared its liberty from colonial rule.
Throughout this war I learned to depend on General William Tecumseh Sherman to fight and to win. He was respected and admired by our Northern troops, and it became a matter of the greatest importance that the officers of the Southern army regarded him highly as well. They appreciated his knowledge and attitude toward the South, as well as his warrior skills—respected the man so well that they were willing to serve under him in the battle against our common enemy.
Finally that invasion and war was ended and we were at peace. Or were we? Unhappily this was not to be the end of our struggle. The Lion of the British Empire had lost battles before—but had never lost a war. Try as hard as they could, it appeared that the British simply could not swallow this defeat. Despite all attempts at sweet reason upon our part, they persisted in their bellicosity to the extent that they attempted another invasion of our country, this time through the war-torn land of Mexico.
My generals, now more experienced and wise in the ways of war, devised a counterplan to contain this threat. Instead of our armies being bogged down in a war of attrition on our borders, it was decided to take the war closer to the enemy shores. Thus the American invasion of Ireland began. The proposed enemy invasion from Mexico was quickly terminated as the British realized that their forces were needed closer to home.
I am proud to say that not only did our forces prevail against the enemy in Ireland, but in fact succeeded in liberating that much-stricken nation.
I pray that this national rivalry between our two great countries will now end. These last months my mind has been occupied with domestic matters, not international concerns. During the past August of the year 1864, the Democratic National Congress nominated Judah P. Benjamin as their presidential candidate: a worthy man, without whose unstinting aid, peace, and reconciliation in the South would not have been attained. It was my pleasure to be nominated by the Republican Party for a second term, with Andrew Johnston of Tennessee standing for vice-president at my side.
It was a hard-fought election. I regret to say that my name is still anathema in parts of the South and the voters there voted against me rather than for the Democratic candidate for president. However, the soldiers—both those recently discharged and those still in the service—looked upon me as their commander in chief, and their votes carried the day.
But that is in the past. I began my second term in March of this year, 1865. Now it is May and Washington City was never more beautiful, with green leaves and blossoms everywhere. America wishes only peace in the world, but has perhaps become too used to war during the past four years. To provide weapons for our armies and iron ships for our fleets, a growing and successful manufacturing economy has evolved, one that we never knew before in peacetime.
I would be the happiest man in the world if I could preside peacefully over this prosperous land, to oversee that our cannons of war were beaten into the plowshares of peace. Where our native manufacturing genius has succeeded in wartime, it could surely succeed as well in a time of peace.
But will peace prevail? Our British cousins remain bellicose. They still take affront at being expelled from Ireland, after all their centuries of rule. They will not face the fact that they are gone from that green island, and gone for good. Their politicians still make warlike speeches and rattle their sabers in their scabbards. To counter this British exercise in ill will, our politicians are now busy on the European continent seeking trade agreements and attempting to strengthen our peaceful ties.
Will peace and sanity prevail? Can another disastrous war be averted?
I can only pray with all my strength that it will.
BOOK ONE A JOURNEY ABROAD H
BRUSSELS, BELGIUM JUNE 1865 H The floor-to-ceiling windows were open to the warm sunshine, admitting the background hum of the busy Belgian capital. They also admitted the effluvia of horse manure, a smell unnoticed by anyone who had dwelled for any time in a large city. President Abraham Lincoln was seated on an ornate Louis XV couch, reading the document that Ambassador Pierce had just given him. He looked up when there was a tap on the hall door.
“I'll see who it is, Mr. President,” Pierce said. He strutted a bit when he walked; this was his first political appointment and he was immensely proud of it. He had been a Wall Street banker, an old business associate of Lincoln's from the same law firm, until the President had nominated him for this position. Secretly he knew that he had been selected more for his knowledge of French, and his intimacy with international commerce, than for any political skills. Nevertheless it was still quite an honor. He held the door wide so that the two general officers could come in. Lincoln looked over the tops of his reading glasses and acknowledged their salutes.
“Sashes, swords, and ribbons, gentlemen, as well as festoons of gold braid. We are quite elegant today.”
“Seemed appropriate for this morning's presentation at court,” General Sherman said. “We were just informed about it.”
“As was I,” Lincoln said. “I was also told that it was most important, and was told as well that they particularly requested that you and General Grant be present.”
“Did they say why, sir?” Grant asked.
“Not directly. But Pierce here, who has made many important contacts since his appointment, took a senior Belgian civil servant aside and managed to elicit from him the fact that the presentation of some honors would be involved.”
“They will surely be a fine sight,” Pierce said. “It seems that the smaller the country, the bigger the medals are. And I was assured by the same official that the past war between our country and the British would not be involved in this presentation. It seems that Queen Victoria is very touchy on that subject, and King Leopold, who, after all, is her favorite uncle and constant correspondent, has no desire to offend her on that score. The awards will be for heroic actions that you gentlemen engaged in during our recent civil war.”
Grant smiled as he peered down at the plain blue cloth of his infantryman's uniform. “It could do with a bit of smartening up.”
They all looked up as Gustavus Fox, the Assistant Secretary of the Navy, let himself in through a connecting door. He was a man who kept a very low public profile; only at the very highest levels of government was it known that he headed America's secret service. He nodded at them and held up a sheaf of papers.
“I hope that I am not interrupting, but is there time for a briefing, Mr. President?” he asked. “Some new and urgent information has just been made known to me.”
Ambassador Pierce grunted slightly as he pulled his fob watch from the pocket in his well-rounded waistcoat. “More than enough time, I do believe. The carriages are not due to arrive here until noon.”
“I hope that with a bit of luck you are bringing me some good news, Gus,” the President said hopefully. “There never seems to be much of that.”
“Well, I am forced to admit that it is somewhat of a mixed bag, sir. Firstly, just two nights ago the British raided the harbor at the port of Kingstown in Ireland. This is the ferry port that is quite close to Dublin. They landed troops, and the attackers burned the city hall, as well as some of the harbor installations, then finished it all off by seizing and setting fire to some ships that were tied up there. The Irish believe that it was a terror raid, pure and simple, since it accomplished nothing but wanton destruction. It apparently was a clear reminder to the Irish that the British are still out there. As they left they exchanged shots with an Irish revenue cutter, but retreated back to sea before the troops from Dublin could arrive.”
Lincoln shook his head with great unhappiness. “I feel that the timing of this action is deliberate, that there is no coincidence here since this intrusion occurred just as our delegation was arriving in Belgium.”
“I concur, Mr. President. It is obviously a simple message to us,” Sherman said, his face cold, his pale eyes deadly. “They are telling us that they can strike at Ireland, whenever and wherever they please. And they will let no international conference stand in their way. It appears that their losses and defeats in America and Ireland have taught them nothing.”
“I am afraid that yours is the most valid interpretation,” Lincoln said with a great weariness. “But you said it was a mixed bag, Gus. Is there no good news in there? Can you pull nothing from your bundle that will bring cheer to a weary old man?”
Gus smiled and shuffled through the papers, drew out one sheet, and passed it over to the President.
“This came in on the navy packet that tied up in Ostend this morning. It is a personal report made to your cabinet by Mr. John Stuart Mill. They have forwarded this copy to you. If you will look there, you will see that the Secretary of the Treasury has penned a personal note to you on the first page.”
Lincoln nodded and read the opening aloud. “Yes, indeed, this will surely be of interest to all of you here. ‘Mr. President. You will of course wish to acquaint yourself personally with the contents of this most valuable economic report. But permit me to sum it up in its entirety. I do believe that Mr. Mill's conclusions are not only very accurate, but inescapable as well. The American economy is booming, as it never has in the past. Our factories are working flat out, both in the industrialized North and in the new works that have been constructed in the South. It is evident now that everyone who wants a job is hard at work. The reconstruction and modernization of the railroads is almost complete. It is obvious what has happened. Due to the exigencies of war this country has been involuntarily changed from being a basically agrarian economy to one that is rich with industry. Exports are rising, the railroads are being modernized and extended, while shipbuilding is at an all-time record high. All in all, Mr. Mill is most enthusiastic about this country's economic future. As am I. Yours faithfully, Salmon P. Chase.' ”
Lincoln skipped through the report. “Most interesting, gentlemen. Mr. Mill appears to have been comparing production figures right around the world. Great Britain, the powerhouse of industry ever since the industrial revolution, had always led all of the other countries in strength and output. But no more! He believes that when the final figures are compared at the end of the year, America will outstrip Britain on all fronts.”
There were murmured agreements, and when they died away Fox spoke again.
“With this inspiring news, Mr. President, do you think you can spare a few moments to meet with a delegation?”
“Delegation? I made no appointments.”
“They arrived at dawn this morning. I had the pleasure of their company at breakfast. It is President Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa of Ireland. With him is his vice-president, Isaac Butt—accompanying them is General Thomas Meagher. They say it is a matter of some urgency, and they hope that you will grant them a few moments of your time. They were—how shall I say it?—greatly upset. I think it would be prudent if you could make the time to see them now.”
“But you say that Tom Meagher is here? The last I heard he was stationed at Fort Bragg.”
“No longer. Some months ago he was granted indefinite leave to go to Ireland, where he is advising the Irish army.”
“We are pressed for time, Mr. President . . .” Pierce said, looking at his watch again.
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Of course, Reesa! Lol l just made up that nickname....l kinda lke it ;) hahaha....aj, if yall ever do get back on here, we moved books. Post and if l see it l will give you our new book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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a good book! alternate history genre tickles us with the thought of 'what might have been'. i've always enjoyed harry harrison's works and this trilogy is one of them. some books are meant to be entertaining for me, this is not a treatise on some deep philosophical matter. go get the series, and have a great time!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 13, 2004
Harry Harrison has been a long time standard on my reading list, so when I saw his name on a the first book of this alternate history series, I bought it without hesitation. It was interesting enough to buy the second, which I thought ended the series. Unfortunately, it was not to be. The problem with Stars and Stripes Triumphant is that most people who enjoy alternate history, know something about history. There is nothing more basic about historical battles and warfare then that plans go awry during or often before the battle begins. So here we have the most difficult type of battle, a seaborne invasion, and not just against anyone but the most powerful country in the world at the time. So, what goes wrong? What perils do our heros have to scheme, adlib, fight their way out of? Nothing, none, everything goes like clockwork and is almost as exciting. I haven't been less on the edge of my seat since Roger Moore quit the James Bond movies. I've carried the book around a couple of weeks, thinking I would finish it to the end but haven't gotten around to it. If you want it, its yours.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
The American Civil War is cut short when England invaded the split United States causing the South to rejoin with the North into one nation again to successfully repel the enemy. England attacks again, this time through Mexico. To get the British troops off American soil, the United States invades Ireland, forcing the English troops to return home and fight in Ireland. The British troops were no match for the Americans and Ireland became a free nation, independent of Great Britain once and for all. England is now a brooding giant harassing American shipping that sell cotton to Germany and France. The Irish in England, men, women and children are rounded up and put in concentration camps. Through intelligence reports, it becomes apparent that it is only matter of time before hostilities strike up again. Generals Sherman and Grant devise a first strike invasion force to invade and conquer England, something that hasn¿t happened since 1066. The risks are great but the rewards are a permanent peace. Harry Harrison, the master storyteller of alternate history will stir the fervor of readers as a fictitious United States manages to triumph over its most powerful enemy. In a series of detailed battle scenes, the author shows how a struggling nation can defeat a superpower (a message for modern times?). STARS & STRIPES TRIUMPHANT features real leaders of the nineteenth century including a very much alive President Lincoln. Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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