"General, emergency! Emergency!" the aide's anxious voice rang out from outside the door.
Commodore Jonathan, commander of the Bermuda Islands garrison, was jolted awake. But when he flung open the door with fury written across his face and learned what had happened, his anger vanished without a trace, replaced by profound Panic.
"General, Radar has detected a large number of German warships rapidly approaching the Bermuda Islands. They are expected to arrive in half an hour, or launch an attack on us," the aide said anxiously.
"God! How could German warships be here? Aren't they at Greenland?" Commodore Jonathan cried out.
Yet, without waiting for the aide to answer, he already understood what was going on. Clearly, this had been a trap from beginning to end—a trap aimed at the United States. The Germans' target was not the British Navy, but the Bermuda Islands. The Germans had used one fleet to draw away America's main force, while their other fleets had begun attacking the Bermuda Islands.
"Damn Germans! This is a trap. We've all fallen for it," Commodore Jonathan said through gritted teeth.
"General, what do we do now?" The aide was so anxious he seemed on the verge of tears.
Clearly, even a fool could see that under such circumstances, the American garrison on the Bermuda Islands was in grave danger. The US Marine Corps had only one regiment on the islands. Including the other Coastal Defense Force units, air defense units, and airfield guards, there were only a little over five thousand American troops on the entire Bermuda Islands. It was plainly impossible for them to hold back the German offensive with so few men. Although they still did not know exactly how many troops Germany would deploy against the Bermuda Islands, the Germans had planned this operation