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Kaiserreich, Legacy of the Weltkrieg: 2nd American Civil War


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"Not long ago, the United States of America was a nation of vast opporunity and promise. As the world burned in the fires of the Weltkrieg, US citizens enjoyed an era of peace and prosperity beyond compare. Through subversion, stalling, and fillibustering, US intervention in the Great War was effectively paralyzed. By 1919, American citizens would wake to newsreels of German soldiers marching into Paris. In Europe, the Weltkrieg was over, but in the Americas, our misfortune had only just begun. By the time the dust had settled, Eastern Europe was marching to the beat of the Kaiserreich, and Western Europe stood dominated by revaunchist Syndicalist powers. As one of the few remaining Democracies, the US was truely alone.

As poverty gripped the Land of Liberty, young radicals left the home country to fight in the many civil wars abroad. When they returned to an emaciated United States, they were eager to spark the embers of civil discontent into the all consuming fire of revolution. With syndicalist uprising following in the wake of cascading economic collapse, a gridlocked congress saw no other means but to order MacArthur, the American Caeser, to seize control of the apparatus of state, and return order to the home country. These would prove to be the final spasms of a doomed nation.

By the end of that year, Louisana Governer Huey Long addressed the American citizenry, and in infamous radio speach, called the United States a "Dead Nation". Rallying to his cause, several states rejected Washington's dictates, and formed the American Union, vowing to root out the corrupt Federal government that had brought the country to ruin. This move was soon followed by Syndicalist elements who seized Chicago and the Great Lakes area as the Combined Syndicates of America. Fearing fighting would spill over into the West, the Pacific states left the union and marched their Regiments Eastwords to secure the border and to restore Democracy to the United States. Almost overnight, one of the worlds last remaining Republics collapsed into the Revolutionary Chaos that had claimed Russia, Britain, and France a decade earlier. Brother took up arms against Brother, and cities across the nation were turned into blazing warzones. More bitter words were never spoken;

Second American Civil War.

The shattered Federal Government is now limited to encircled areas and Military divisions loyal to MacArthur and Congress, beset on all sides, we Federalists are fighting in desperate retreat in an attempt to safeguard out supply lines to other loyal states in the Midwest. Hounded day and night through the smoldering ruins of our nations former glory, our cause seems long lost. But we think back to 1776, to Washington, his armies swept from New York and New Jersey by the Redcoats, only to return across the icy Delaware and against all odds deliver a glorious victory at Trenton. Our fathers fought on, and so shall we. We will unite against these rebels, and return the rule of law to our great nation. We will fight on! So rally to the flag, men! For our homes, our families, and our future. We will fight on, as our fathers did. We proclaim this sacred oath! Down with the traitors, up with the Stars! Down with the Traitors, Up with the Stars!"

-Major General James Woods, 1st Infantry Division, 1937


Welcome to Kaiserreich, Legacy of the Weltkrieg: 2nd American Civil War.
For those unfamilar with the lore of Kaiserreich, I will be providing a brief summary here so that you can understand the context behind this roleplay. This will not be indepth and only cover major points and points needed to know in order to understand this roleplay. If you wish to know more, I highly suggest looking up their wiki.

With the occupation of France by the German Empire in 1919, the Great War would drag on until 1921 when the United Kingdom signed the "Peace with Honor" ending the war once an for all. The peace would see Germany maintain the gains it took in the Brest-Litovsk treaty and gain Luxembourg, part of eastern Belgium, and part of Eastern France. Shortly following this, France would fall into anarchy and revolution, culminating in the declaration of a French Commune. Led by Syndicalists, followers of a Left Wing ideology based upon representation and government through Trade Unions and "Syndicates", the Commune would overthrow the French Republic, forcing the National Government to flee to Algeria. In 1925, a coal workers strike in Wales would turn into a full blown revolution, leading to Britian Syndicalists and Socialists to march on London and capture the capital in that year. The British Royal Family and UK Government would flee to Canada while in the home isles the Union of Britain would be declared. In Italy, revolution against the Austro-Hungarians (Who had occupied the Italian Peninsula after the Peace with Honor and planned to split the former Kingdom up into Duchies) would lead to the formation of a rival Italian Republic led by Republicans and a Socialist Republic of Italy led by Socialists. In the south, the Austrian established Papal State and Kingdom of Two Sicilies would throw out Austrian influence and establish themselves as independent nations. In the east, the Russian Civil War would end in a White Victory after the German Empire intervened and crushed the Bolsheviks, killing many Soviet leaders such as Stalin, Lenin, and Trotsky.

By 1936, the World was split between the International (Made up of the French Commune, Union of Britain, and Socialist Republic of Italy), the Reichspakt (Made up of the German Empire, its colonies including those seized from the French and British following their revolutions, and puppet governments established in Belgium, Ukraine, Belorussia, the Baltic, and Lithuania.), The Entente (Made up of many British Commonwealth nations such as the Australasian Union, South Africa, the West Indies Federation, the Dominion of India, and Governments in Exile including the Commonwealth of Canada, the French Republic, Sardinia where the Italian Kingdom fled, and Portugal), the Austro-Hungarian Empire (Composed of five autonomous regions; the Austrian Empire, the Kingdom of Hungary, Illyria, Bohemia, and Galicia-Lodmeria along with an alliance with the Italian Republic and Albania.), and the various independent powers such as the Russian State (A far right state under the control of the Vozhd Sakinov), the Japanese Empire with its puppets in Vladivostok (The Transmur Republic, a Russian successor state) and Manchuria (The Republic of China, often called the Fengtian Government), and many other nations. The world is divided along ideological lines, and tensions grow as each faction gears up for war.

The World in 1936, in Kaiserreich

The year is 1938 and the United States has been embroiled in a terrible civil war for a year now which has claimed close to a million dead and shows no sign of stopping. Started by Congress inviting General MacArthur to take control of the Nation in an emergency government after the election of Syndicalist Jack Reed in the 1936 election, the war has split the former United States into four factions. Now these factions vye for control of Americas capital, Washington.

The Federalists, loyal to MacArthur and to Congress, attempt to restore the United States Federal Government to power. Their forces are split between the Midwest, where the temporary capital of Denver is location, and the Eastern Pocket where they attempt to hold control over Federal Capital of Washington D.C. Fighting multiple enemies including the rebel CSA and American Union State, along with the seperatist Pacific States and the Mexican invasion from the south, the Federalist cause seems hopeless. But those who fight under the Stars and Stripes have yet to give up hope, and will defend their territory to the last man.

The Combined Syndicates of America, a coalition of Socialists, Syndicalists, Communists, and everything under the Left wing fighting for the establishment of a Socialist State in the United States. Champion of the worker and the oppressed, the CSA controls the vital Great Lakes region with its strong industrial base and important northeastern states such as Pennsylvania and New York City. Their main enemies are the Federalists in the west and around the Eastern pocket and the Unionists to the South. With a strong industrial base, large manpower reserve, and access to foreign aid from the International Alliance, the CSA is one of the main contenders for victor in the war.

The Unionists, members of the American Union, are a coalition of right wing groups and fighters, ranging from center-right conservatives from the former Democratic party to the dictatorial Longists, the Corporists and the far right Silver Legion and Klu Klux Klan. With a large support base in the south, the Unionists have one of the larger populations of the American Factions, but with a weaker industrial base in comparison to the CSA. What they lack in material and industrial strength, the Unionists make up for in fighting spirit as they are rallied on to defeat the Corrupt Federalists and evil Syndicalists. Their main enemies had been the Federalists and Syndicalists, but now a third front has opened up with the Mexican Invasion.

Finally, the fourth unofficial catchall faction, is the Volunteers. The world is split between various power blocs; the International, the Reichspakt, the Entente, etc. etc. Each of these blocs has a vested interest in seeing an American nation friendly to their interests win this war, and so hundreds of thousands of men and weapons have been shipped overseas to fight as volunteers. The main powers sending volunteers would be the; Commune of France, Union of Britain, and Socialist Republic of Italy providing volunteers to the CSA. German Empire, Canadian Commonwealth, Austrian Empire, and French Republic providing volunteers to the Federalists. Russian State, Mongolian Khanate, and Brazil providing volunteers to the American Union; and Japan providing volunteers to the Pacific States of America. With all of these volunteers, bringing with them equipped such as rifles, planes, and tanks; the American Civil War has become an international battlefield between ideologies and factions vying for control over the future of America.

You, the Player, shall take control of a platoon of soldiers from one of these factions and fight for your side. Shall you restore the Rule of Law as a Federalist, Break the Chains as a Syndicalist, Root out the Corrupt as a Unionist, or perhaps support your bloc as a volunteer unit fighting far from home in a distant land. That, my friend, is up to you. No matter what side you chose, you'll be taking part in a battle to decide the fate of America.

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Postby Kaiserreich Administrator » Fri Jan 25, 2019 5:18 pm

Orders for Federal Forces in the District of Columbia

A Platoon of the 1st Infantry Division under command of Lieutenant Scaletta is ordered to secure and hold Dupont Circle in the Northwestern section of the city and to fortify the position. Another Platoon of the 1st Infantry Division under the command of Lieutenant Robert is to fortify Washington Circle and hold the area to ensure any Syndicalist push is countered.

A Platoon of the 3rd Infantry Regiment under the command of Lieutenant Alexander is ordered to assist in the defense of the National Orchestra (John F. Kennedy Center for Performing Arts) with the goal of countering an expected river crossing by Unionist forces to the south. A Platoon of Canadian Volunteers from the 1st Guard Rifles Division is ordered to assist Lieutenant Alexander's Platoon in the defense

A Platoon of the 3rd Motorized Infantry Division under the command of Lieutenant Smith is assigned to provide Infantry support to a Armored platoon known as the "Deaths Peaks Platoon". These two platoons are ordered to attempt a push from Sheridan Circle into Syndicalist territory with the goal of taking Georgetown and cutting off Syndicalist supply routes.

The 14th Pursuit Squadron is ordered to fly missions over positions on the Potomac with the goal of intercepting enemy boats and landing craft to be used in a river crossing, and to maintain air superiority over the area.

The 27th Pursuit Squadron is ordered to fly Close Air Support missions to assist the Deaths Peaks Platoon and Lieutenant Smith's Platoon on their push into Syndicalist territory, this is to be done through the use of light aerial bombs, rockets, and straffing fire on ground targets with machine guns. The Squadron is also ordered to engage any enemy aircraft to ensure air superiority over the area.


Orders for the Workers and Fighters of the Revolution around the Federalist pocket

Our Comrades in a Platoon of Michigan Militia led by Comrade Rhodes are instructed to move forward from the Rose Park Center towards Dupont Circle, where Federalist soldiers have fortified in an effort to hinder our advance.

A Platoon of Q Company of the New York Catholic Workers Battalion led by Comrade Woody are to entrench in positions on the west bank of Rock Creek, Aerial intelligence suggests that a Federalist Armored force will attempt to attack from the north and Comrade Woody's Platoon are ordered to attempt to halt the advance.


Orders for Forces of the American Union in Washington
Five Platoons; including a Platoon of Georgian State Guard under Lieutenant Hesley, a Platoon of the 2nd Infantry Division under Lieutenant Donner, a Platoon of 2nd Infantry Division under Lieutenant Baker, a Platoon of Volunteers under Lieutenant O'Heagerty, and a Platoon of Volunteer Armored Forces from the 1st Motorized Cavalry Division known as 2. Truppe; shall disembark from preplanned launch points on Roosevelt Island in confiscated civilian vessels and cross the river to establish a beach head around the area of the National Orchestra (John F. Kennedy Center for Perfoming Arts) so that further Unionist Forces may land.

Once a beach head is established, Hesley's Platoon and Donner's Platoon are to move north and secure George Washington University and Washington Circle. O'Heagerty's Irish Volunteers shall move south east to capture the U.S. State Department building with the support of 2. Truppe. Lieutenant Baker's Platoon are to stay and hold the landing zone until further reinforcements arrive.
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Postby Revlona » Fri Jan 25, 2019 6:29 pm

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It was a hot day, sweat rolled down Sams neck, irritating him more than he already was. He read the orders written out in plain language, and it was in that plain language that spelled out death.

Turning to his squad leads behind him he said, “Get your men ready, we’ve got the unfortunate job of forcing a beach head at the bombed out orchestra across from Roosevelt island. Sergeants I want the machine guns set up on the edge of the island, but do not let your men become targets. The mortars are to be set up behind the machine guns.”

“Lieutenant sir, May I ask how we are gonna cross that river sir?” Sergeant First Class turner inquired of him.

“In confiscated wooden boats Sergeant” he replied, keeping the emotion out of his voice

The men’s mouths almost all simultaneously dropped in surprise at the news, but before any could protest he said, “You have your orders men, get moving”
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Postby The Traansval » Fri Jan 25, 2019 7:05 pm

DuPont Circle, Washington D.C.
January, 25th. 1938. 10:20pm


Lieutenant Scalleta sighed as he fumbled inside his jacket to find the pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. He wasn't normally this clumsy, but with his hands and body covered in so many layers to keep the cold out his fingers felt like sausage rolls. Finally obtaining one of the little bastards, he brought it to his lips and was about to look for his lighter when he heard the sound of boots crunching the light snow on the ground next to him. He looked to see Technical Sergeant John Falk, the Platoon Sergeant and good friend of Scalleta, a friendship made greater when Falk took his own lighter out and offered to like Scalleta's cigarette.

Thanking him, Scalleta took a long drag as he looked over his Platoons position on the circle. A mixture of concrete rubble, barbed wire, and other debris had been piled onto the circular area at the center of the road hub to create a fortification that would allow his men to stop any Syndicalist advance along the road. To the South-East he had his mortar set up in a building that he was told is the former Embassy of the Kingdom of Iraq, along with his C-Squad in a triangular building in the same area to provide overwatch for the men and protect the flank. Scalleta's HQ Section was set up in a building to the South-West, where a restaurant called James Hobans Irish was, the owner of which had not evacuated and despite warnings from Scalleta kept his business open. After a while Scalleta just decide to allow the man to keep it going, and many a member of Scalleta's platoon would receive their evening meals at Hobans establishment.

"You know they're coming, they want the circle and it will be bloody when they come for it" Falk said as he drank from a mess tin, his fouth cup of coffee today.

"Yeah, I know. They'll be coming, and it will be bloody. For them." Scalleta said, smirking.

Falk chuckled, "Glad you still got that optimism in ya, thought you might have lost it back in Kentucky," he said.

"Yeah, so did I for a time. We lost a lot back in Kentucky." Scalleta stated, his tone growing more serious as he remember the desperate fighting in the Kentucky-Tennesse pocket, where Federal Troops tried to escape from encirclments to friendly forces in the West or East. It had led to hundreds of thousands dead and even more captured by the Unionists and Syndicalists.

"We did, but at least we didn't lose you, or the Platoon at large. We made it out to fight another day, and that other day is coming, lets hope we make it out of that one too."

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Postby Norcourt » Fri Jan 25, 2019 7:35 pm

Lieutenant Dak Hesley , 32nd Georgia Militia , 1st Platoon

Dearest Ciara,
So far we've been doing pretty decently up here in Virginia, it sure as hell ain't Georgia, but for the time being It'll be decent enough, I'd hope. Everything's been in the shit for a while, and the lads have been cooking up a mess every day for dinner, but I assure you everything's been just fine. Regardless, I miss you more than ever, and I wish to see you soon, tell my mother I'm doing fine, and assure the boys that Daddy will be home in due time. I promise you I will be back.

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Roosevelt Island, 10:32 PM

One by one, the men of the 32nd boarded their boats, many with cross in hand, and many kissing photographs of their beloved. The order was clear, take control of the beachhead and capture the National Orchestra.

Dak climbed up onto the roof of one of the boats, and began to speak...

"Right men! You are about to begin the greatest moment of your life! The Federalists have heaps upon heaps of air support, but once we cross this river, and once we begin our fight, they wouldn't dare to hit their own men. So men of Georgia, do not falter, do not be afraid, for if we die, we'll at least die fighting, eh? This is exactly what you've signed up for, and as of now you have all earned my respect. Our nation, our great unionist nation, shall be united once again! Do not count days, do not count miles, count only the number of Federalists you have killed!"

"Hurrah!"

The men of the 32nd let out a great cheer, holding their helmets to their hearts. The chaos that was to ensure, was immeasurable.

"May God have mercy on us all..." whispered Staff Sergeant John Bradley. He grabbed on to the shoulder of a man in his platoon, and whilst in the boat the men muttered silent prayers, awaiting their time of judgement.
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Entrance of West End, 1st Guards Division, Small Heaths Rifles

"Left, Left, Left Right Left, Steady Lads" Captain Robert Edwards Lawrence shouted out as the platoon marched through the broken down roads of Washington D.C. The "Canadian" Volunteers were sent here for one sole purpose and one purpose only, to hold the River Wall as long as needed for the Federalists forces.

Captain Robert Lawrence got off his horse and looked around the rural landscape, inspecting the railing, the quality of the wall and the viewpoints looking over the Potomac to Roosevelt island. He quickly looked to his platoon and issued them orders to dig into the land behind the wall, setting up sandbags and barbed wire in the Northern sector of the West End. Half the platoon would be digging trenches while the other half was placing mines and Barbed wire unto the land outside the wall.

The air was cold and the land smelled of must, things like this reminded him of his childhood growing up in the home isles, Robert was a boy from London who had everything. A family with a beautiful home in the then prosperous British Empire, until 1914 hit and the world would fall into darkness. At 16 he would enlist into the 1st battalion Kings own Rifles, he would fight in the Mons, and Loos. At 18 he would be given the Distinguished Conduct Medal for his Gallantry at the Somme, then at 20 he would earn the Victoria Cross for his capture of a German trench during Pascheandalael. The war would tear Britain all of Europe apart as the Great Empire fell into Unionism and the German people were ultimately victorious in the "Peace of Honor", or the Great Defeat because in reality Britain had used up all it's manpower and money.

Now off his past, Captain Robert Lawrence read the orders and grinned a bit

"Just like Canal Du Nord, but were the defenders" He told his close friend Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby.

"Aye sir, don't have to remind me, you have any orders for us besides the construction?" Replied Thomas

"Yes, send a runner to.... let's see uh Lieutenant David Alexanders platoon, inform them that we have arrived and our digging in our defenses, our mortar teams will be towed to his positions for the proper placing, It seems we don't have much time" Relied back Robert as he looked through Binoculars towards Roosevelt island, and saw the massing of Wooden Row Boats.
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Postby The Hoosier Alliance » Fri Jan 25, 2019 10:06 pm

Washington Circle, January 25th

Lieutenant Nicolas Roberts gazed at the busy soldiers of his platoon as they scurried about, finishing the final touches on the defensive fortifications of Washington Circle. Riflemen and light machine gunners set up position behind sandbags, abandoned cars that had been pushed into more suitable locations, rubble that had been stacked into protective and impromptu walls, and in the windows of homes and shops. They were to hold Washington Circle against the Syndie advance, and Roberts intended to do just that.

"Lieutenant," came a voice to Roberts's side. He turned to see Stephen Gomez, the platoon sergeant, approaching him. "The men are in position, sir." Roberts nodded and smiled, "Good," he said, "And the M2s?" Gomez pointed to the center of Washington Circle, where sandbags and rubble had been placed to from a waist high barricade, forming a protective circle. Pointing down the main street leading into the Circle was one of the M2 Browning .50 caliber machineguns the platoon had available. A number of riflemen and light machine gunners also inhabited the defensive ring, providing support and addition protection for the .50 cal.

"Where should we place the second one lieutenant?" Gomez asked. Roberts turned and motioned to the street heading towards the Potomac. "There. We need to cover our asses in case those Unionist sons-a-bitches break through. It's unlikely, but I want to be sure, just in case. And make sure you finish setting up the barbed wire on the roads."

Gomez saluted and gave a quick, "Yessir!" before jogging off to deliver Roberts orders.
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Postby Clarcia » Fri Jan 25, 2019 11:31 pm

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Outside DuPont Circle


It was cold outside. Snow fell softly onto the ground as less equipped soldiers were huddling in blankets for warmth. Thankfully, the Death Peak platoon was ready. They had been from Colorado and knew how to deal with the cold and the snow. Coats were already handed out and the tank crews were standing by the idle motors of each vehicle.

“Command really wants to go all out today!” Zachery told his staff seargent Leon McCoy, “make sure we’re ready and radios lieutenant Smith. We move in half an hour.”

After about five minutes, Zachery was in the command halftrack as he drove to meet with the rest of the attack force. He waves to Lieutenant Scalia who was fortifying the circle. After that he quickly checked for each tank and their captains Robert, Sampson(there was something strange about him), Oliver James and Kyle along with their pioneers that followed closely behind in a truck. Today, they would see if they could turn a part of the Washington battle. Georgetown or bust!

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Postby Vrijstaat Limburg » Sat Jan 26, 2019 3:04 am

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25th of January, 1938. 10:29 PM
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Second leftennant O'Hegarty's men calmly marched down to the rally point on the eastern side of Theodore Roosevelt Island. "Theodore Roosevelt..." O'Hegarty thought. "Calvinist prick." O'Hegarty had come here to help the U.S. find its past and future, its essential core. He wouldn't find it in D.C., he was sure of that. The only thing you could find in D.C. right now was death and rubble, and he wasn't keen on dying in the ghastly U.S.

Some men mumbled the song Óro sé do bhaetha 'bhaile, an Irish song that had been sung in the war of independence. But the cold silenced the men, and the only clear thing you'd hear from 2nd Platoon was mumbled singing and quiet breathing. They hadn't been properly supplied with winter equipment, and so had to borrow U.S. coats, which made them look like a standard American infantry platoon, aside from the fact that the Irish volunteers wore berets and glengarrys. Dara leifteanant O'Hegarty wore a great-big Irish army coat, which very much complimented his peaked officer's cap featuring the An tArm star badge.

As the men arrived at the provisional docks, O'Hegarty found some boxes that could function as a nice podium, so he got on them. The trouble was that O'Hegarty was quite short, so these was one of the rare moments in which he actually stood out over his platoon. He tried to catch the troop's attention by shouting:

"Sons of Ireland!"

he took a short pause to look over the thirty-or-so men, before continueing his speech with:

"Today, we will embark on a great and noble mission to cleanse the corrupt city of Washington, and to deliver MacArthur's godless swines a strike to the neck."

Some soldiers got visually enthousiastic, as they knew that today, on this wretched winter morning, they would storm the palisades and get action for the first time in their lives.

"Soldiers of Éire, today we take Washington, and tomorrow we take the whole bastard continent!"

His shouts were answered with jovial and happy shouting from his platoon, and the lieutenant got off the boxes. "No time to waste, 2nd platoon. Off to our dinghies."

"Oh, yes. One last thing: Once you're ready to storm the federalist sons of whores, remember to take off your yankee coats. Let the MacArthurites know who's come to take their lives!"

The lieutenant, in a moment of blind enthousiasm and search for glory, got into the dhingy that was assigned the first to land. Normally, he would never have been a voluntary pointman, but this time, his speeches got to him, and he had other things on his mind. Smiles from soldier to soldier, dhingy to dhingy, made that dark night a bit brighter.

And so the Irish volunteers sat there, some talking amongst themselves, and one dhingy trying to talk to American's from Donner's platoon, although they weren't as social and outgoing as Irish platoon, and certainly not as enthousiastic. The soldiers happily occupied themselves, waiting for their platoon leader to call the attack.

Platoon leader O'Hegarty wondered what was to come, and waited in anticipation of a Union officer to come down and order the ships to embark.
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Postby Nova Urbinum » Sat Jan 26, 2019 7:01 am

Oberleutnant Wilhelm zu Contzen
Mount Vernon Trail, Northern Virginia, A.U.S.
10:43 PM EST
25th of January 1938

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Oberleutnant zu Contzen's Panzer Model II "Donnerschlag" watching over the Potomac.


"Zug, stillgestanden!"

Troop leader Wilhelm zu Contzen told his men to halt. The four tanks stopped, and the Oberleutnant opened his capula, peaking out his head to see his surroundings. Approximately 30 yards before his troop flowed the river Potomac, the river that split Maryland from Virginia. A group of irregular Unionist militiamen followed the tank troop, and troop leader Zu Contzen disabled his radio so that he could speak with the commanding officer of the platoon. He tried his best to speak understandable English.

"Well, then we are here, facing Marieland. What are your orders, lieutenant?" Contzen asked, with a friendly smile on his face. The platoon leader, a young man with a scrubby face and crooked teeth, answered:

"My here orders are to move over to Theodore-Roosevelt island right there, sir." the Southerner replied, in a thick Alabaman accent, gesturing towards a big green island between Maryland and Virginia. Zu Contzen looked towards the isle, but didn't see anything, no lights, nothing.

"Then you better move over there fast, lieutenant. Wouldn't it be great if your platoon were to be the first to liberate Washington?" Wilhelm remarked, trying to joke about with the Unionist commander.

"Everybody'd like to have the honour of marching into D.C. first, sir. That's why us boys want to be first to raze the city once we take it!" The Platoon leader responded, giving the Oberleutnant a crisp salute, and making his way down to docks that had been constructed after the bridges had been blown up to stop the Unionists from advancing into Washington.

The Sd.Kfz. 11 halftrack that had been following them carrying ammunition stopped, and some Union State soldiers disembarked from it, thanking their German drivers.

The platoon leader popped his head back into his "Donnerschlag" Panzer Modell II and enabled his radio again. He saw that his radio lights were green, indicating that the radioman was on his channel.

"Dietrich, hören Sie mal. Können Sie den Unteroffizier Schränemann dem Befehl erteilen daß er seinen Bison schußbereit machen soll, und daß er auf dem, ehm, entschuldige. Natzionell Orkestra? National Orchestra hieß es glaube ich, zielen soll?" Zu Contzen said, calmly, informing his radioman that he should order the Sturmpanzer I "Bison", the light self-propelled artillery vehicle, to prepare fire by loading their 150mm sIG 33 cannon and to aim at the national orchestra.

"Wiederhole: Schütze Dietrich, befehlen Sie Unteroffizier Schränemann von Sturmpanzer I Bison, auch "Dora Panzer", daß er auf dem National Orchestra zielen und sein Panzer feuerbereit machen soll." he continued, repeating himself clearly and formally.

Zu Contzen then got the confirmation that his message would come through to the Bison tank. "Verstanden, Oberleutnant. Informiere Schränemann.", he heard, coming from his headphones. To supervise the barrage, Oberleutnant Zu Contzen removed his headphones, dismounted from his Pz. M.II "Donnerschlag" (Panzer III in our universe), and strolled over to the Sturmpanzer. "Achtung!" Unteroffizier Schränemann called out, citing the four men with him to attention. "Weitermachen!" Zu Contzen ordered, allowing the men to be 'as they were'. Wilhelm inspected the two logistics drivers, who helped Schränemann and his Bison crew to load and stack ammunition. Once the Sturmpanzer was ready to fire, the Unteroffizier who was in command turned to the Oberleutnant and said: "Sturmpanzer I "Bison" Feuerbereit! Erwarte ihr Kommando."

Zu Contzen handed the binoculars over that were slung across his neck. "Sehen Sie dieses altmodische Gebäude dort?" he asked, wondering whether Schränemann could see an older-looking building in the direction that he pointed at.

"Jawohl, herr Oberleutnant. Ich glaube, ich sehe waß sie meinen!" he answered, confirming that he'd seen the national orchestra building.

"Ausgesprochen, Unteroffizier. Manöevrieren sie ihren Panzer so, daß sie Schußbereitschaft auf dem altmodischen Nationalorkest bekommen." Wilhelm replied, ordering the Unteroffizier to maneuver his tank so that he could commence firing on the national orchestra. "Melden sie die absolute Schußbereitschaft an den Schützen Dietrich, bitte." he ordered, asking the Unteroffizier to inform his radioman once they'd be ready to fire. Oberleutnant zu Contzen saluted the Unteroffizier and walked back to his Donnerschlag.

He climbed on top of his Model II and put on his headset. He told his "Funker" or radioman: "Dietrich, erteilen sie dem Zug daß sie ihre Panzer hier parken können. Wir machen eine kurze Pause und schauen uns ein Feuerwerk an.", and so he ordered his radioman to tell the other tankers that they could dismount from their tanks and that they could "watch the fireworks". The Oberleutnant started by removing his headgear again and stepping out of the tank, cheerfully instructing the tank loader to do the same. He walked over to the Bison panzer, where driver Franz Bresch quietly coordinated the position of the tank together with Unteroffizier Schränemann. The Oberleutnant breathed in the fresh winter air, and looked over to his side, where Unionists had built a small riverside camp, and where many a Unionist could see this rare sight of German self-propelled artillery preparing to barrage the enemy. The Oberleutnant laughed at the sight of the amazed grunts, and looked over to his Unteroffizier, who had now organized his Bison so that it could fire.

"Bison ist völlig Feuerbereit, Oberleutnant!" the soldier remarked in his thick Saxon accent, telling the officer that his tank was now ready to fire.

"Sehr gut gemacht, Gruppe Dora! Warten wir auf dem Feuerbefehl vom Hauptkwartier, und schauen wir uns danach das Feuerwerk an, ja?" he asked jovially, saying that he waited for HQ to give him the order to fire.
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Postby Sudbrazil » Sat Jan 26, 2019 12:23 pm

2nd Unionist Infantry Division, 2nd Battalion, 3rd company 2nd platoon, "Baker's three dozen"
Roosevelt Island, Washington D.C. ~ 25th of January 1938

"Baker copies all. We'll be on the move soon. Out"

He hung up the radio, thanking Harrison. It was a rather cold night, but he still had some warm coffee and his tobacco pipe to warm him.

"Alright," he began as he approached his squad leaders, "We've already been through the plan, but just a quick change of plans: the Jerries are going to provide covering fire with their howitzer from behind the river, so Hamilton, your BAR section won't have to pull security from behind. Instead, I want it to push with us just in case we need it."

He cringed as he heard the other platoons cheering and giving speeches. They weren't very loud, but he wasn't as worried about the noise alerting the Feds as he was confused. It was just another push, granted a dangerous one, but his men crossed many larger rivers held by the enemy. They had gathered by the eastern shore, were commandeered boats awaited them. They hadn't much or any armour, though he would like to later fit some plating and perhaps even an MG on them, to later use to patrol the capital.

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Major Micheal Duluth
Roosevelt Island
January 25th, 1938


He looked down at the metal watch which sat on his wrist, “5 til boys, be ready” Major Duluth false whispered to the men. The 25 confiscated civilian vessels sat on the eastern side of Roosevelt island, each packed with a squad of men. His boat would be the lead on this assault.

There was no chance at surprise, so when the watch ticked onto 12:30 AM he put the weathered trench whistle to his lips and let out a high pitched peal. The half dozen machine guns on the other side of the island immediately started firing. Their tracers lighting up the night.

Though the machine gun fire was nice, it was the mortars that would do the work lions share of the work. The half dozen or so mortars on the island could be heard thumping away at the enemy positions barely 300 yards away.

Of course he couldn’t see any of this until now, as his boat rounded the corner of the island and began to make its way towards the river wall at full speed. The tracers from the machine guns passing over their heads.

His eyes scanned the river side for their landing point, and it was in a flash of a mortar shell that he spotted it.

He made his way back to the driver of the boat and pointed, “There, that hole in the wall, get us there” he shouted over the battle sounds.

Looking back behind their boat he could see the others had all turned the islands corner already. Now they would see. Now they would know.
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2nd Lt. Samuel Donner


Sam flinched backwards as the bullet flashed in front of his face, missing him by an inch. He could see the silhouettes of the enemy on the other side, and if he could see them, then that meant they could see him.

“Keep your fucking heads down” he shouted to his boat, the men grinned back at him with smiles that contained little amusement.

“Sir, follow your own damned orders” SFC Turner shouted back at him, before pulling Sam down as another burst of gunfire ricocheted into the boat, hitting one of the men in his chest and throwing him backwards out of the boat.

Fuck, one of his men just died, he could be next Sam realized. He could see the other men’s suddenly sober faces, and realized they had the same thoughts in their minds.

He looked up across the river and realized that they were closing in on one of the holes, “Alrigbt get ready” he shouted back at his men.
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Postby Nova Urbinum » Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:27 pm

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Mount Vernon Trail, Northern Virginia, A.U.S.
12:30 AM EST
26th of January 1938

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Sturmpanzer I "Bison" featuring the men of 2nd Troop loading in shells to bombard Federalist positions on the other side of the Potomac River


"Feuer!", Oberleutnant Contzen roared. "Gibt's diese Amischweine!", he went on, taunting the federalist "yankee dogs". Other Unionists had gathered around the Sturmpanzer I Bison, watching how excellent German engineering crashed down upon the opponents of the Union State. Some cheered, others just watched with admiration as the crew enthusiastically yet with absolute control and concentration loaded in the shells, shooting as many as they could in a short period of time, so that they could really support their troops. The shell casings that dropped out of the gun's loading mechanism after each collosal boom were dropped to the side of the tank, and were almost directly replaced with other ammunition. Five men were working the cannon, as well as Oberschütze Georg Häzle, who helped handing ammunition from the SdKfz 11 over to the Bison. Troop leader Wilhelm zu Contzen looked over with his binoculars, watching how their fire barraged the enemy emplacements. He couldn't properly make out whether there were trenches, and he could only see very, very distant silhouettes from time to time, but he could see the artillery impacting the ground, blasting away the pavements and creating more rubble than before.

The Oberleutnant removed the binoculars from his eyes for a moment, and watched the crewmen load in another shell, with as much energy and glee as they had had for the last 20 shells or so. He then admired how the Bison fired the shell, and looked over to the national orchestra, where a piece of the roof had been hit, causing rubble to fall down from the roof.

"Daß ist ja sehr fein, Schränemann! Machen Sie weiter so, und Sie bekommen ein eisernes Kreuz! Komm, Zerfetzen wir diese Schrottstadt!", he exclaimed, meaning: "Yes, very good sergeant. Continue and you'll be rewarded the Iron Cross, now, obliterate this bastard city." The Union troops from Virginia smoked with the two Sturmpanzer Modell II "Ozelot" crews, and exchanged cigarettes. The Germans quite liked the American camel ones, but the Americans couldn't get familiar with the taste of German cigarettes, and preferred their own over the "Kaiser's smokes".

Oberleutnant Wilhelm could spot the friendly boats approaching the sea wall, with the troops flinching and looking for cover on their ships. Taken by surprise he shouted "Daß sind ja uns're! Gibt's den Federalen Bastarden!" (That's our boys, give it to the Fed bastards!"), and Unionist and Germans alike cheered at the sight of likely victory. The Oberleutnant got onto his tank, and looked at his crewmen. "Komm, machen wir diesen Panzer feuerbereit! Zeig'n wir den Amis daß wir vorhaben, hier zu sein und hier zu bleiben!" and ordered his crewmen to make his panzer optional to start supporting his troops by a means of firing the main gun at the enemy defences.

The Oberleutnant opened his capula and climbed into the tank, waiting for all the others except the driver to enter. "Panzer feuerbereit machen!", Zu Contzen barked. The loader managed to jam a 3.7cm shell into the cannon, and shouted "3.7 centimeter Kampfwagenkanone ist feuerbereit!", then the officer opened the capula again, carefully popping his head out, trying not to hit any of the metal bits that could easily hit his head if he didn't watch out. He peeked through his binoculars, trying to find and scope in on the national orchestra properly. He then thought that he had a good target, and shouted: "532 meter, ungefähr 11 uhr!", to point out the location of the supposed troops on the defence. "Verstanden!" a happy and energetic voice replied from the panzer, and the Oberleutnant could feel the turret moving around to aim for the target. The radioman then aimed his MG34 bow machine gun, and fired a tracer round. Both the gunner and the Oberleutnant followed the round, and once gunner Josef Frech thought it hit, he shouted "Kavalleriepanzer P. II absolut Feuerbereit, herr Oberleutnant!", which, because the lieutenant was so pumped up with adrenaline, wouldn't let Frech end his sentence and just shouted "Feuer!"

The "Donnerschlag" roared a mighty big roar, deafening the laughter and jokes among the men. The lieutenant watched through binoculars, and saw that the shell hit somewhere around the orchestra. Sadly, though, it didn't do as much damage as the HE shells that the Bison fired, but he still wanted to keep shooting to sustain fire, even if it were just one or two more rounds before his comrades could finally storm the wall and get to the trenches. "Volltreffer, weiterschießen!", he said, telling them that it hit properly and that they were to continue firing. The group could be heard grunting while performing the heavy work via the radio, but it didn't bother any of the four men. They were living in the moment. Then, after less than 15 seconds, Frech came with "Panzer absolut Feuerbereit". Normally, his sentence would've been longer, but he didn't want to do unnecessary formalities, he just wanted to watch the fireworks. "Feuer!", the Oberleutnant answered. The shot was not as deafening as the first time, but the Unionist soldiers still cheered and you could hear the mighty German guns swapping fire one last time "Feuer!" Zu Contzen said, as he followed the shell with his binoculars, seeing how it landed somewhere on the other side of the river. "Feuer anhalten!" he then ordered the men to stop firing. He took off his headset and jumped out of the tank "Feuer Anhalten, Gruppe Dora!" he shouted while getting closer to the Bison tankers.

The Bison tankers took out the shell that they were about to fire, and laid it back into the SdKfz 11, before jumping off their tank and falling to the ground, completely wearied out and tired. "Gönn euch mal eine gute Nachtruhe, danach gehen wir morgen früh weiter", he said, telling them to go and sleep at the unionists's camp, as the tanks could get cold and uncomfortable. His tankers also managed to get out of the tank, carrying with them the ammunition that they were about to put in their halftrack again. "Daß nenne ich doch mal ein Erlebnis, oder?" the Oberleutnant said, still with loads of enthusiasm in his voice.

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"Get that sandbag in place, Shelby whats the status of our defenses?" Captain Robert Lawrence shouted out

"All set Captain, the Mortar teams are in their pits outside the National Orchestra, the Vickers Gun Holes are set, the trench is dug and their loading their rifles, Anything else sir?" Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby yelled back.

"The runners we sent to Lt. Alexander and Lt, Roberts haven't checked in yet and we don't know the overall position of our allied units, fucking shitehole this place is, get everyone in their positions" Roberts replied, as a whistle in the air was heard and a shell hit the wall of the river.

"Everyone DOWN!" The men rushed into their positions as the shells hit all around them, bursting the river wall apart, cracking many defensive points being knocked out of action. Just as things could not get worst, bullets started whizzing by as the guns were opened up from Roosevelt island, Roberts peaked his head over the trench line with his Binoculars.

"Christ, Private Solomons get the Mortars on the line and tell them to open fire on the incoming vessels, get the 2 Mortars to return heavy shelling unto the Island itself! hit them before they get unto their damn boats!" Robert shouted out as he looked to his side at the Machine Gunners.

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"Everyone Open Fire!" The order was given as the whole line lit up with SMLE and Vickers guns blazing at the incoming enemy, as the shells were landing all around the beachhead. Quickly Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby came down the trench, volunteering to be a runner to Lt, Alexanders platoon. Agreeing with this idea, he quickly cocked his SMLE and sprinted from cover to cover, with bullets flinging by he made his way to the road and took off to the allied platoon.
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Dara Leifteanant O'Hegarty heard the whistle, and clung to his boat when he heard gunfire whiz over his head as well as the mortars impacting the ground before him. He was left of the major's boat, and sometimes popped his head out to see what he was doing. Seeing that all the men were trying to hide from gunfire, O'Hegarty decided that something had to change.

He shouted over to the boat behind him, that was following him in a sort of V-formation. He knew that the HMG gunners were at the head of the ship, looking for cover behind the sheets of metal that were strapped to the civilian boat to make it withstand bullets to a weak extent. The soldiers flinched as rifle cartridges clung to the steel, trying to penetrate it. "Kavanagh, get that fucken' machine gun on the road before I blast your ginger head off!" O'Hegarty shouted, trying to get the machine gunner to recipricate fire.

Kavanagh could hear him, and answered with a timid and overtly frightened "A-Aye, Second lieutenant!", he picked himself up and forces his HMG section to get on their feet. He carefully peeked his head over to get a good position of the enemy, and started shouting at Private Jimmy McKenna, his gunner that they should "Get it fixed on the metal and retu-", well, he tried to say it, but a bullet got in the way. Private 3 Star Eoin Kavanagh layed there, dead on the ship, and the two men under his command looked at him senselessly.

The recruit started to quietly sob, while experienced, stoic and frankly bad-ass Private 2 Star Jimmy "Ra-ta-ta" McKenna took up the heavy Vickers gun, put it on the sheets of steel, and slapped his assistent Michael Kelly right around the face. "Get your fucking act going, boy! Pass me the Three-Oh-Three!"

On the first ship, the lieutenant tried to rally the men, presenting his revolver up high in the sky, and ordering them to return fire. His boat was amongst the first, and it therefore attracted a lot of fire. Some soldiers were actually shooting back, which was a miracle as the section on Boat A was being hit badly by the MGs. Athlone section was accompanying the lieutenant in Boat A, and the lieutenant shouted at a young boy named Byrne to stand up and fucking shoot his rifle, instead of flinching about on the fucking deck.

"Get your fucken' head high and your gonne higher, or I'll put you in front of a firing squad you fucken' coward!"

Byrne flinched a bit, got up, aimed his rifle, and was shot in the stomach, which flung him back onto the ship's deck. He gasped for air, trying to breathe normally, as blood strayed down the deck accompanied by the wild rain that had fallen upon them on this dark winter night. Corporal John Connolly, a hardened NCO, held onto Byrne and dragged him towards him, attempting to stop the bleeding by pressuring the wound.

"I'm going to need a fucken' doctor to get this fucker off the ground!" he shouted, in his deep and smoky voice. And so, the Irish shouted around, not actually getting anything done. Lone riflemen who tried to shoot back were shot quite quickly, and they platoon was getting a lot of casualties. McKenna's MG, though, fired on, and for a moment seemed to even effectively pin down enemy troops, all the while the dead ex-commander Kavanagh just laid their dead. The Lieutenant spotted that they were closing in on a breach in the river wall.

"Sons of Ireland, take of your coats and attach your bayonets! Show these cunts that we're not joking." The major and the lieutenant got off nearly at the same time, and the bombardment stopped after the vessels had taken to landing there, so the Lieutenant ordered his men to run out and assault the positions.

He then spotted that the men opposite of him were wearing the infamous British Brodie helmets. They were also wearing khaki, which lead him to believe that they were British volunteers. This enraged O'Hegarty, as he had always despised the British occupation of Ireland that only stopped after the Weltkrieg.

The lieutenant spotted that most of his men followed Boat A to the breech in the river wall, and started shouting at them: "These defenders are fucken' Brits! Take of yer' fucken' coats and show the Brits that they'll be running from our rifles, all the way back to Canada! Sons of Ireland, Faugh a Ballagh! Kill the British invaders!" upon being enraged by patriotic duty, he followed his men, and ran right out into "no man's land". The Irish were the only ones to do this, with American units regrouping at the breach. He looked at his men with pride, before he saw Private 2 Star Connor O'Brien get shot shortly after throwing a "Mill's bomb" hand grenade into their trench. The grenade went off, and the Irishmen cheered and marched in further, before Private 3 Star Joseph Brannigan stepped on an anti-personnel landmine and the section noticed that they were ankle-deep in shit.

O'Hegarty immediately threw himself to the ground, while shouting "Mines!" the minefields weren't marked, O'Hegarty thought. This wasn't the first time that the British didn't follow the rules of war and showed their true dishonourable face behind layers upon layers of propaganda. "The Fuckers have planted down a fucking minefield! Careful!"

Many of the men that were lying down had no cover, and the entirety of Athlone section was killed right there, except for "Tommy" McCarthy and the Lewis gun section that were further behind, mostly because the Lewis was so damn heavy. The Lieutenant was now the furthest up, and rolled to rubble that had been created due to mortar barrages. He blind-fired his .442 RIC revolver, and after that tried to calmly reload it, but his hands were bloody and full of dirt, and he couldn't do it as he was cold and shakey. He had his eyes upon Irishmen who ran through the breach, especially those Irishmen from Dublin section who arrived on their fourth boat. These men were unsure of their orders, ran out into the open, and two immediately fell to the ground because of MG fire. The others bounced back, looking for cover. He saw the two men. One was bleeding quite a bit, but an experienced medic could possibly take care of it, while another bled to death very rapidly. He spotted his face, it was young Joseph Carlin, a boy 5 years younger than him that grew up with him in Cork. He was bleeding there, a shot to his neck, spouting out blood which covered his handsome brown uniform.

O'Hegarty started praying to God, taking out his rosary, with the lewis team looking at him, asking for questions and being generally confused.

Another squad had to clean up this mess, charge up and take out the defenses that the Irish had failed to clear out.

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THE GRAND IRISH MILITARY STAR HAS BEEN AWARDED TO:
Private 3 Star Joseph Brannigan (Deceased)
Private 2 Star Eoin Kavanagh (Deceased)
Private 2 Star Connor O'Brien (Deceased)
Recruit Joseph Carlin (Deceased)
Recruit Liam Byrne (Wounded)
Recruit Eric Bell (Wounded)

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Postby Endem » Mon Jan 28, 2019 3:59 am

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Lt. Jack Smith was in the middle of a final inspection before the push for Georgetown when he heard a soldier asking him "Are we making the assault alone, sir", he was understandably baffled by the question then he recognized who was asking, " Private Freeman have you slept during the reading of orders?" a little bit of laughter was heard but Jack continued "I'll give you the orders again, we are supposed to give Death Peaks Platoon infantry assistance in push for Georgetown", more laughter flew into the air as Private Chris Freeman got all red.

" Okay is everything clear, " he asked once again "yes sir!" Every soldier said unanimously

"Sir, Lt. Zachery Collins wants to communicate through radio" it was just platoon Radio Operator Cpl. Quincy Edin, " Ask them when they are going to be here!" He said to Edin...
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Postby The Traansval » Mon Jan 28, 2019 7:53 am

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“What’s the word on the tube?” Falk asked as he strolled up to Scalleta, who was hunched down with a radio receiver held against his ear.

“Not good, damn Longists are hitting our boys on the Potomac, command can’t spare any reinforcements. We’re on our own.” Scalleta replied with a sigh. Handing the receiver to the RO as he stood up, Scalleta began to walk towards the circle when Falk stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t, you’ve been inspecting their positions all day for the last week. Take some time to rest, go get a meal, drink something.” Falk said, pleading with his Lieutenant.

“I don’t want another Louisville Falk, not again.” He said, stalking off towards to exit to the command building.

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Postby The Hoosier Alliance » Mon Jan 28, 2019 1:23 pm

Lieutenant Roberts was bent over a map of Washington and speaking with his platoon sergeant and his squad leaders. Roberts had made his temporary HQ in what was once the embassy of Spain. The group of men found themselves on the ground floor, surrounding a medium sized wood table. Around them sat various crates and supplies, as well as anything that had been abandoned in the embassy. They were, for the hundredth time, reviewing their defenses, ammo and medical supplies, and possible fallback positions. Currently, the majority of the platoon was concentrating on the possible push from the Syndicates, the threat their original orders specifically warned them about. However, Roberts did have the forethought to station half of squad D, along with one of their M2 .50 cals, on New Hampshire Avenue, the road that went most directly toward the Potomac, and therefore the route any advancing Unionist traitors would take to march on Washington Circle.

As Roberts was about to dismiss his staff sergeants to return to their units, he was interrupted by a soldier. "Lieutenant Roberts, sir. There's a runner from a platoon defending the Potomac, says it's urgent." Roberts nodded and said, "Bring him in."

An out of breath man entered after being escorted in by the same soldier that had interrupted Roberts's meeting. A Canadian, Roberts thought, Or a Brit. Then again, ain't much difference no more. The foreign volunteer gasped for air as he began, "Sir, Lieutenant Lawrence sent me." He walked up to Roberts and handed him the message. The lieutenant read it and then turned back towards the table. He jotted down his own quick message on another piece of paper before turning back to the runner. The message thanked the lieutenant for the warning, and assured him that Roberts would begin preparing for a Unionist advance. It also assured the lieutenant that, if need be, Washington Circle could act as a regrouping point for them, should they retreat in that direction. "Good man, thank you. Now, take this back to the Lieutenant Lawrence. God speed son." As the runner exited the building and went to return to his lieutenant, Roberts turned back to his gather men. "Alright boys, looks like those Unionist traitors are assaulting our defenses on the Potomac. Lieutenant Lawrence has warned us, and we will take full advantage of it. Staff Sergeant White," Roberts pointed at the man as he snapped to attention.

"Yes sir?"

"I want you to move your squad and hunker down with the half of Hicks's men on the road to the Potomac. That's where the traitors will attack us from, should they break through the Potomac's defenses." Staff Sergeant White saluted and said, "Yes sir!"

Roberts looked at the rest of his assembled men and said, "Alright boys, looks like things might get a little crazy. Keep the men on alert and get to work." With that, he dismissed them.
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"Men of Georgia, advance!" shouted Staff Sergeant Larry Jones, before being shot in the chest, falling wounded into the Potomac below him. The men advanced swiftly in their boats, and with due haste they managed to angle themselves at a steep a point under the wall and regrouped. The damned Canadians had been shelling them with no mercy. "Sergeant Briggs, I need a fucking status report!" Dak shouted, "Jones wounded, Dalton wounded, Townsend is fucking dead. We need to move up sir, we are in the shit!"

The men looked down, and the meaning of the silence was clear, however they wouldn't falter, as there brothers would not die in vain.
The squad leaders shot multiple flares into the Canadian wall to illuminate their positions, for it was hard to see in the midnight haze.
"Bradley, get your men up there and plant TNT on the wall, everyone else advance squad by squad into those fucking holes, and get some goddamn covering fire for Bravo squad!" Carlyle, Hendrikson, Capman and Sokolov, started giving repeated bursts from their BARs, along with the constant hail fire coming from the riflemen of the platoon. Slowly but surely they advanced alongside Bravo squad, keeping their pose and focus on the Canadians. Private Rickey Simms, Private Chuck Baker, and Private Douglas Baines placed the TNT along the seawall, while suppressing fire was kept on by the other militiamen behind them. Quickly, they ran back, to the trench.
The TNT was detonated, breaking a major chunk off of the seawall, and providing an entrance way into the Canadian defenses. Though they had broken through the seawall, they had sustained some casualties.

Casualties:

Staff Sergeant Larry Jones : Wounded
Private Freddy Dalton : Wounded
Private Henry Townsend : Dead
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"Keep pressure on those Mick's, fucking savages the lot of them, Load that Vickers gun! We need every gun on the front" Captain Roberts barked out as the battles raged on. He looked to his left flank as a bunch of Unionist landed on shore. "Alfie over there! Hit the bastards"

To his right were another landing party, it seemed as if this was where the battle was to be fought for entrance to what was left of the city. Quickly came in SSGT. Thomas Shelby with a message from the allied forces in Washington square. Tired and battle weary Robert ripped the message open, thanking God himself, he and his men had a fall back point, but him orders were clear, to hold at all costs.

Robert picked up the radio and called out to his mortar crews with new orders. "Pull back to Washington Square and set up there for a new fire mission" slamming the radio down He looked over the trench to see more irishmen landing, letting off 3 rounds from his SMLE on them he called the men to fix bayonets and prepare for the withdrawal. He primed a Mills bomb and threw it to the minefield where the Irish laid and felt a bit of a grin coming once it exploded.

The line was to be held.
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Postby Revlona » Tue Jan 29, 2019 11:51 am

Major Micheal Duluth
Landing Zone X
January 25th


“Keep your heads down damnit” the major shouted to the men as the disembarked. He watched as a bullet ripped a chunk of a mans face away so the man could collapse into the water, which was beginning to turn ominously red.

“Head down, heads down” he shouted several times as the men around him began taking pot shots at the enemy barely 30 feet away.

“Get that fucking machine gun set up damnit, covering fire!” He yelled as several men carrying a machine gun striderd up.

Finally he decided it was time, looking ahead at the minefield where several of the Irish volunteers lay, either dead or wounded he would guess, and then he looked back at the men behind him.

“Forward, Charge!” He shouted, laying the trench whistle to his lips blowing it several times.

2nd Lt. Samuel Donner
Landing zone X
January 25th


“Go go go!” Sam shouted as he heard the trench whistle sound several times, and looked to see the men of some of the boats charging towards the trench’s.

“2nd squad setup machine gun here, the rest of you into the trench now!” He shouted, lining up god rifle with the heads of one of the British. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he squeezed the trigger and felt the rifle buck, watching as the Brits helmet flew sky high.

“SMGs Get in that trench! Covering fire!” He shouted as they ran forwards.

Stopping suddenly as one of the men triggered a mine, sending blood and guts everywhere, “Keep fucking moving, don’t stop or you’re dead” he shouted, taking the lead.

Three more mines would go off before they reached the trench, SFC Turner squeezes off a torrent of rounds into three of the brits in the immediate area of the trench before he jumped into it over their bodies, most of the men followed after him.

Casualties

PVT. Jack Philips - KIA
CPL. Levi Gump - KIA
PVT. Zachary Messenger - KIA
PVT. Anthony Gilbert - WIA
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Postby Clarcia » Tue Jan 29, 2019 12:43 pm

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Lieutenant Collins was ready.

“Sorry for the silence chaps, just getting ready for the advance. Get behind us and get ready to deploy when we hit too much resistance,” he declared into the radio to Jack Smith’s platoon,”these Syndies don’t have much. They’re just rinky-dink militiamen at this point. Nothing we can’t handle!”

With that, they began to move into Stndies grounds, cutting down anybody who shot at then with rifles. Their objective was Georgetown waterfront park so they could encircle he CSA’s advanced line on the Potomac. When they got there, they would wait for the infantry to solidify their gains and close the pocket. This way, their defenses could be further reinforced and they could by just a little bit more time. With any luck, this just might work.

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"Saint Michael, protect us in battle." O'Hegarty quietly mumbled. His head laid on the rosary that he tightly gripped in his hands. He heard the commands of those that could still fight. He could hear their rifles crack and their feet moving over the soggy dirt. He heard those that could no longer fight, those that were ready to die. He looked up, over to the breach in the river wall, where Recruit Joseph Carlin lied, his body ravaged and mutilated by .303 bullets that tore off his skin and flesh. He could see the eyes of horrified soldiers that used him as a quasi-sandbags against the dreaded British machine guns. He then, shakingly and while sobbing, returned to reciting the prayer to Saint Michael.

"Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil." he said, hearing the Brits sneer and laugh at the dead before them, and at those who were cowering in the cracked river wall breach. He didn't want to think of them, or the federalists, or the British empire, or not even about his men.

He tried to think about county Cork. The meadows stretching far and wide, the calm and easy-going farm animals, and the beautiful Irish sky. He still shook, and the men opposite of him were trying to ask him questions, but the lieutenant was completely focussed on reciting the prayer and thinking about home.

As he went on, his voice became heavier and heavier, with him now overtly crying, tears down his face, instead of quietly sobbing. He wasn't nearly as loud as the men losing their lives out there, but seeing their platoon leader break into tears did have an effect on the Irish volunteers, who were now struggling to get organization going, with some soldiers ducking for cover near constantly, and others shooting wildly, possibly not even hitting anything.

"May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.", O'Hegarty tried to continue, before getting interrupted by the sound of a blast near him. He looked over towards the enemy for a split second and saw that somebody had thrown an explosive at the Irishmen that were bleeding to death.

He then looked at the trench, where he could see a British officer's cap with a young man's face beneath it. On the face, he spotted an unsettling grin at the dead Irishmen, and this highly enraged the lieutenant. O'Hegarty let go of the Rosary, and took out his .442 before furiously blind-firing 4 rounds on the Canadian officer's position. Before he could see whether he hit anything, he turned his head back down to the rosary, which was partially covered in mud.

He dropped his gun, and without bothering about that, he immediately took up the rosary again, and continued praying fervently:

"And do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, cast into hell, Sata-", he went, before a loud and sneering noise cut through his ear like a knife. A trench whistle.

He looked over the breech from the hole in the ground that he sat in, and saw men running towards the enemy. The first few men that ran towards the Brits were Americans. Their battle cries were martial, energetic and frightening. The exhausted Irish troops following them didn't shout anything, and just breathed heavily due to the fighting that they'd been involved in.

O'Hegarty, not wanting to show his men weakness,ran his sleeve across his face, swiping away the tears. He got up. He looked around him for a second, and saw some Irish troops greeting and saluting him. He felt like an idiot, got out of his hole and fired three shots towards the enemy, an enemy that was already faced with the full force of the bloodthirsty American Union State troops whose bayonets illuminated the dead of night.

The Irish, exhausted and stressed, got riflemen to move behind the Americans with bayonets, with some young and patriotic troops even running, trying to get some Brits on their bayonet too. His men just jogged behind the Americans, holding their SMLE's up, watching out for any other formations in or around the orchestra. The MG teams were still giving support, attempting to pin down Canadian emplacements so that the troops could advance without being mowed down by MGs once more.

The Lieutenant was about to run into the fight, but got slowed down as he tried to properly reload his Revolver: His old .442 Royal Irish Constabulary revolver that his da' gave him didn't have a speedloader, so he had to put in round after round, which was a difficult thing to do for Lieutenant O'Hegarty.

He got ready to run in, but then noticed a massive explosion from the lines, which showed him that yet another American stepped on a mine. He was amazed by how the officers forced their platoon to keep moving, as the mines' radii (radius plural, it's a real word.) cut down around 4 men per explosion, O'Hegarty thought. He then moved up, following the precise movements of the Americans, and got amongst their ranks, effectively leading only three Irishmen who still had the energy to get in with the bayonet.

O'Hegarty now stood in a Brit trench, surrounded by mostly Americans, and hurrled insult after insult at the British, telling the "Lousy bastards" to "get their fucking arses off this continent", among other things. Once he had put his 6 rounds into an enemy, he took a STEN gun from one of the dead British soldiers in the trench, and started unloading it at a position formerly held by two machine gunners. Laying there, in a stinking puddle of death, piss and mud were two soldiers, one dead, who'd been absolutely smashed up by bullet holes, so that what remained of his khaki uniform was bloody and shredded, and behind him was another British soldier. O'Hegarty thought that he looked about 17, maybe 18? Far too young to be here. He held the body of his dead comrade tight, and cried out for Jesus and his mother.

He looked O'Hegarty in his face, and O'Hegarty looked right back for about 4 seconds of peace, before Irish voices were heard calling for help. O'Hegarty started stomping the young Brit's face in with his boot, kicking and kicking until his face looked nothing like the handsome young boy he looked less than ten seconds ago.

Once he was sure that the Brit was dead, he turned his head around to the Irish volunteers who needed help, jumping in and joining the close quarters hand-on-hand warfare that was common in trench fighting. He hit one of the soldiers over the head with his captured STEN, then dropped it and rushed towards a British soldier who was pinning down his friend corporal Brian O'Meara, a man that he'd served with in the army. "Get that Protestant fucker off ya', O'Meara!" he said, grabbing the Canadian volunteer by the shoulders and throwing him against the other side of the trench, where he tried to give him a left hook that would stun him, but O'Hegarty was a small guy, and he had to wait for O'Meara to come to him and shoot the Brit before he could move on with them.

After that short trench brawl, the Irish volunteers followed the Americans, ready to clear this trench.

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Postby Endem » Tue Jan 29, 2019 1:27 pm

Lt. Jack Smith
3rd Motorized Infatry Divison
Dubarton Bridge


"Sir we have not met any resistance yet" reported Pvt. Nate O'Ransey the radio operator of the Squad's A Half-Track, " Keep out for any Syndies "
"Yes Si-" the response was cut by a Syndicalist bullet piercing through Nate's brain after the shot, troops disembarked and Smith could only know what's going on through brief descriptions of three radio operator's that were still active

"Chavez is down ", " Butler down ", " Sir no one knows where Cyr is "

And then the worst happened, " Sir Murray is dea- Holy shit they threw a grena-" silence from Robert Brooks followed, the radio operator of Squad's B Half-Track

"Squad's B Half-Track was destroyed" reported James Denniston radio operator of Squad's D Half-Track

Smith laid back in his chair in remains of Portuguese embassy, he could not listen to reports anymore though he could still hear them and then moments he heard the magical world "All Clear"

About an hour later he arrived on the battle field, " What about thatbattlefield any survivors " he asked the first solider he could find

"The car is beyond repair but we had one survivor, Pickering the Squad's Medic "

"Any Others? "

"No "

" What were the casualties? "

" Cpl. Paul Sachs, Cpl. Richard Williams, Pvt. Robert Brooks "

After a couple more of this Simth discovered that he knew of all casualties, he ordered Pickering to the Platoon's medic, 2 hours later he wanted to see how the Medic was doing

" How is he? " Smith asked Nathaniel Hopkins the platoons medic

"Get a Coffin, he won't live for more then an hour "

The platoon continued moving this time their lieutenant were with them, they continued the march for Waterfront Park, Smith decided to radio his attack mate Lt. Collins, " How is your advance going...

Changes in 3rd Motorized Personnel
  • HQ
    • Lt. Jack Smith
      SFC: Capt. Nathaniel Hopkins
      PM: Maj. Doc. Albert Green
      FO: Andrew Thorn
      RTO: Cpl. Quincy Edin
      FO-RTO: Thomas Gine
  • Squad A
    • SSG. Alexander Thompson ( Squad Leader )
      Cpl. Thomas Jackson ( Medic )
      Cpl. Douglas Andrew ( Driver )
      Cpl. Clayton Bradford ( 2nd Driver )
      Pvt. Nate O'Ransey ( Riflemen/ RO ) KIA
      Pvt. Elton Butler ( Riflemen ) KIA
      Pvt. Joseph McGaugh ( Riflemen )
      Pvt. Rufus Mong ( Riflemen )
      Pvt. Michael Thomas ( Riflemen )
      Pvt. Wilbert Trapp ( Riflemen )
  • Squad B
    • SSG. Keith Cameron ( Squad Leader )
      Cpl. Johnnie Pickering ( Medic ) KIA
      Cpl. Paul Sachs ( Driver ) KIA
      Cpl. Richard Williams ( 2nd Driver ) KIA
      Pvt. Robert Brooks ( Riflemen/ RO ) KIA
      Pvt. James Mathis ( Riflemen )
      Pvt. George Murray ( Riflemen ) KIA
      Pvt. Jeffrey Stanley ( Riflemen )
      Pvt. Chris Freeman ( Riflemen )
      Pvt. John Chavez ( Riflemen ) KIA
  • Squad C
    • SSG. Don Haynes ( Squad Leader )
      Cpl. Edwin Stroud ( Medic )
      Cpl. Joseph Radford ( Driver )
      Cpl. Jesse Simpson ( 2nd Driver )
      Pvt. Larry Floyd ( Riflemen/ RO )
      Sgt. Corey Fearn ( Machine Gunner )
      Cpl. Terry Self ( MG Assistant )
      Pvt. Brandon Gonzales ( Riflemen )
      Pvt. Timothy Cyr ( Riflemen ) MIA
      Pvt. John Long ( Riflemen )
  • Squad D
    SSG. William Harris ( Squad Leader )
    Cpl. David Kobayashi ( Medic )
    Cpl. Daniel English ( Driver )
    Cpl. Brendon Clay ( 2nd Driver )
    Pvt. James Denniston ( Riflemen/ RO )
    Sgt. Jose Webster ( Machine Gunner )
    Cpl. Robert Kephart ( MG Assistant )
    Pvt. Stephen Abbott ( Riflemen )
    Pvt. Jesse Galindo ( Riflemen )
    Pvt. Michael Dowdy ( Riflemen )
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