Bavaria
Republic of Germany
August 20th, 1938
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
The cry of thousands of Irish voiced echo'd over the German country, as a column of Irish soldiers made their way down the dirt center of the German Autobahn. They sung a song, a song of their people from long ago, a song that they had sung when they fought for their independence and they sung once more as they marched to fight for their Freedom.
do bé ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn
do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh meirleach
's tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.
They sung as they marched, the tank men that drove next to them sung as they drove and the men in the trucks sung as they rode. The officers sung, and soon their singing brought the attention of the Germans driving on the highway, as if a huge mass of Green soldiers wouldn't already attract their attention.
Over a grassy knoll they went, bringing into their view Munich. An old German city, a center of Culture and the Arts for the German Nation. Munich had seen itself become apart of many nations throughout its many years, most of them in fact having it be its own soverign nation. But now it was a crown jewel in the pocket of the German Republic, the German Nation.
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
Soon the dirt they walked upon turned to gravel and then concrete as they stepped off the German Highway system and onto the road that shot straight down Munich. German citizens hung out their windows to see the large mass of armed Irishmen singing as they marched down their street. Along the streets the Munich police had set up some small barricades to make way for the men to march down the streets, and the sideways were lined with people who had now turned to look at the Irish as they made their way into their hometown.
The Armored Division had gone ahead, forming the tip of the little parade as the Motorized Infantry sat in their trucks and drove at the rear of the line. Armored Cars drove on the flanks of the huge line of Infantry, the Jeeps carrying the Officers did the same. The people of Munich began to cheer for the Irish who had come to defend them, throwing flowers and some food stuffs like Bread and Cheese to them. One even threw a bloody bottle of wine to Captaen Murphy, who thankfully managed to catch it before it could hit the pavement. Murphy turned the bottle over to look at the date, showing it to Ceannfort Andrews who simply remarked "Good year".
óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda,
Gaeil iad féin is ní Francaigh ná Spáinnigh
's cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.
They marched through the Munich streets, they marched and they paraded through its streets. They were greeted with smiling German faces, and a few loaved of bread. Pretty soon a couple of Merchants began to move around carts filled with little Irish Flags, and in an instant the crowds were filled with little Irish flags being waved by anyone from the elderly to the little boys and girls of Munich. Then merchants seem quite pleased.
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
Provions had been made for the Irish troops in Germany to camp on a hill towards the Eastern Edge of town, the local German army Engineer units had constructed some quick houses and barracks for the Irish. Once they were there it was up to the Irish Engineers to build some more perminant buildings for the Irish Garrison. The 1st Air Wing was based at the Penzing Airbase, just a bit west of Munich, still in range to provide Air support along with the Luftwaffe.
The Irish were here now. They were here to defend this town, because if Munich falls then Germany Falls. If Germany falls then France falls and if France falls, then Ireland Falls. The Irish had already won one war on Irish soil, they didn't want to have to fight another.
No. Ireland was here to stay. It would take a act of god to displace them from their positions.
muna mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain
Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch
ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.
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Jiangsu Province
Republic of China
August 27th, 1938
The sound of a fog horn blasted across the small bay that was the commercial hub of the Chinese city of Shanghai. A large steam ship dominated the harbor, a ship flying the French flag. Along its deck was a crowd of men in Irish Army Uniforms. The ships plank extended down to the harbor below, and the Irishmen began to disembark from their ship.
Then men gathered themselves up into standard military order, standing at attention in a square formation. Their leader, one Ceannfort Johnathan Straus, stood in front of them, and would speak for them.
A group of Chinese Officers and soldiers came down the steps from the main street to the Harbor. It seems they were here for the Irish. The lead Chinese officers came up to Ceannfort Straus, who extended his hand to his Chinese ally.
Ceannfort Straus: Ceannfort Johnathan Straus, commander of the 8th Irish Cavalry Scouts. I speak for the Irish Officers and NCO's here, along with my Company of Scouts. How do you do, sir?
Far East Russia
Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic
August 28th, 1938
Captaen John A. Henry checked his watch nervously. He and the eight man crew of the Vickers Model D along with 82 men of the 7th Cavalry Scouts Company stood on the decks of the small ship, known as the Rusalka, off the coast of a small village known as Bolshoy Kamen. They were here to make contact and help the Russian White Movement, which wanted to restore the monarchy. Henry didn't much like the idea of helping a King, but he supposed it was better than the Commies.
The small steamer pulled into the single dock that existed in the small village. On the dock was a collection of men in what appeared to be the old Russian Uniforms, officer too. The crew of the ship threw their ropes onto the dock, which was tied by a couple of dock workers. The Russians came aboard, and Henry moved to greet them.
"Its a pleasure to meet you Gentlemen. Its all here, as we discussed. We currently carry a cargo of 8,000 Pattern 14 Rifles, 2,000 Webly IV Revolvers, 30 Vickers Guns and ammunition for it all. In addition we have a Vickers Model D tank for you and a Company of Cavalry Scouts to assist you in more Clandestine Operations."
As he spoke, Captaen Henry inserted a key into the lock that was connect to a set of chains over a hatch. He threw open the hatch, showing the Russians the cargo they carried in the ships below decks. The Russians seemed quite pleased.
Manhattan Island
New York City
New York State
United States of America
August 10th, 1938
John Berkely grabbed a rag from underneath the counter, and quickly ran it over and in one of the glass mugs that the pub used. One of the customers at the bar, a real regular, motioned for Berkely. He put down the glass mug and instead grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels, and proceeded to fill the mans glass up before putting it back on the shelf behind him.
The bars owner, one James Molly came out from the back room. He placed a small bundle of bills in front of Berkely, his pay for the week, and gave him a quick goodbye. The bar would still be open for a couple more hours, but Molly always left early. Now it was just Berkely, the waitress and the late shift crew who were working the kitchen behind him.
The bar door opened to admit a real regular of the pub, one Nikola Tesla, flanked by two men who Berkely guessed were his NVKD escorts. The set of three sat down at the bar, and Tesla ordered a glass of whiskey. Berkely poured it for him, placing it on the table where Tesla picked it up. The pair of three came in like clockwork to the bar every day, for two months Berkely had been working this job behind the bar he'd seen them come in. One of the men with Tesla took the drink out of his hand and took a sip, the man next to him doing the same. They waited a few seconds before deeming the drink alright and handing it back to tesla, who took a few more sips.
Wrong move, Berkely thought in his head while his face stayed the same as he put the bottle back and moved to help another customer. The bottle Berkely had used to pour Tesla drink was spiked with Thallium; Odorless, Tasteless, easily obtained as Rat Poison and its symptoms were easily confused with regular afflictions, espesically for a 80 year old man and the middle aged agents with him.
Two hours later Berkely finished his shift, and quickly picked up the telephone that was set into the wall of the pub.
"Hello, New York City Police Department, how can i help you?"
Berkely put on his best shaken voice.
"H-h-h-hello? Listen, i'm here at the Molly Pub on Manhattan Island, and theres three guys slumped over the bar. I checked, none of them have a pulse. Please send someone quick"
Berkely put down the phone and walked over to the bodies. He reached into the coats of each of the two dead NVKD Agents and placed badges with their faces and names, marking them as fake Irish G3 Agents. In Nikola Teslas coat pocket, he placed a letter written by G3 about him coming to Ireland to work for the Irish government. With his deception completed, Berkely went back into the kitchen which was now empty as the workers had all gone home. He heard a pounding on the bars door, and heard it open as the sound of boots and "New York City Police Department" came, followed by the hushed muttering of civilians who had followed the sight of police entering the well known city pub.
And Berkely? He disappeared into the sewers below the small establishment through a manhole in the sewer behind him. Never to be seen again by New York Eyes.
Ireland
April 29th, 1938
Captaen George Carroway stood in the abandonded industrial warehouse just a few miles south of the Anglo-Irish border. Behind him were two more G3 Agents who stood with M38 Submachine Guns, guarding a large stack of boxes covered in a green tarp. The sound of car engines soon entered Carroway's hearing range, and the old warehouse was soon lit up by the headlights of three cars.
Carroway shifted his weight away from the boxes he'd been resting on to stand tall in front of the cars. The doors to the cars opened, and 12 men in dark green clothes and hats stepped out, a few armed with Webly revolvers. They fanned out in front of the cars, and one of them who was obviously their leader moved ahead of the rest, and spoke to Carroway.
"We're here..."
Carroway nodded.
"This is a one time thing Collins. In these boxes are 7,000 Royal Irish Constabulary Lee-Enfield Carbines along with plently of .303 ammo to keep them fed, and we threw in 12 Lewis Guns. You know what we want you to do with them Collins, get it done."
The three G3 Agents moved from the boxes, and got in their car, and drove off. Leaving the guns for the masked men.
August 25st, 1938The Irish Herald
WORLD EVENTS | ECONOMICS | POLITICS | THE LATEST NEWS | EDITORIALSIssued by the Irish National Post Office
Cost; 10 ¢THE IRISH IN MUNICH!As of August 25th, 1938, the Irish Expeditionary Force arrived in the German city of Munich. Our proud Irish Boys arrived just days before in the proud and ancient German center of culture. They will stay Garrisoned in the city to defend the city and to help hold the line in Germany to tell those Commies that they won't get past us!
More on page 3TERROR IN THE NORTH!Yesterday a group of men who claimed to be apart of the "Irish Republican Army" attacked and burned a Royal Ulsterman Constabulary. They were armed with bolt action rifles and hand grenades plus homemade bombs. The IRA fighters have also begun a full out campaign against the British and RUC in North Ireland, bombing British Army bases along with RUC bases, ambushing British and RUC convoys and planting improvises explosives in the homes of RUC members and British supporters.
More on page 3THE DEATH OF NIKOLA TESLANikola Tesla, famed Serbian Inventor who had made multiple ground breaking inventions during his time in America, has passed away at the age of 82. Tesla was found dead in a New York Bar, named Mollys Pub, next to two men who have now been identified as Captaen Berkely and Captaen Adams of Irish Military Intelligence, G3. The three men were poisoned by what toxicologists have determined to be Rat Poison, scientifically known as Thallium. The two mens bodies are being brought back to Ireland to be buried. They have no known families but had many friends in the Agency. Tesla's remains, as requested by his family, will be returned to his families home in Serbia, apart of the Yugoslavian SSR. Many have begun to point fingers at the Communists, who many believe had Tesla killed because he was about to go to work for the governments of the Western Allies, specifically Ireland and Great Britain. Neither the Irish Governmnt nor the Yugoslavian government have given any official word on these claims.
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