In The Name Of Peace

"So Mister President what are you doing about the Vice President's slot? Are you going to keep Henry Wallace?" the party chairman asked the President curiously.
"I hadn't thought about it too much," Roosevelt said absentmindedly as he swung his cigarette holder about. "There's been so much work with the war effort and keeping Stalin and the Soviets happy. The last thing I want is to win the war and lose the peace." He spoke grimly, he felt it was a job only he could do, that's why he decided to run for a fourth term. It wore on him the way the grand alliance was already starting to fracture. He smiled in his famous flippant way. "I thought I'd let the convention pick the person, after all it's a do nothing job. Who remembers Garner?" he replied with a hard smile as he referred to the former Vice President during his first two terms, who opposed his run for a third term.
The chairman paused, as he looked at the gray pallored President. He wondered if President Roosevelt knew how bad he looked. 'Are his doctors taking good care of him?' He asked himself silently. He wanted to tell the President the choice mattered, but worried for his job. Roosevelt was well known for crushing those who annoyed him. Look what happened to Garner, obscurity, from powerful Texan politico to nobody. He weighed dropping the issue, maybe the convention could do a better job. He personally liked Senator Truman of Missouri, a good practical Democrat, over the current VP, the dreamy Henry Wallace. Wallace too often saw things as he wanted them to be. Still it should be Roosevelt's choice, he was the world's greatest leader.
"But you have the best insight Mister President,"
Roosevelt nodded at the compliment, believing it to be correct. "True," he nodded. "Then maybe we should keep Wallace, he understands the need to comfort Soviet fears. Truman after all is merely a midwestern senator, heck they consider New York a foreign city."