Hello fellow civ addicts, recently I've started my first major AAR over at apolyton, and I thought I might post it here to. Any questions or comments are welcome.

The Great War-Northern Front

Chapter 1
“The tactics of the Indian army in the first world war are baffling. Why after almost a year of stalemate they kept on throwing wave after wave of cavalry at American machine guns is beyond any military historians comprehension.”
-Military Tactics of the 20th Century

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American Troops Marching to face the Indians

November 11th, 1908
50 miles north of Cambridge
Joe surveyed no-mans land, a barren moonscape filled with craters and corpses from the last Indian cavalry charge. The morning sun was casting a harsh light onto the horrific scene. Smoke rose up into the air and twisted into spirals that danced around each other before wandering away into nothingness. Far off to the southwest there was the sound of American artillery booming away, sending their screaming cargo on their mission of destruction. A breeze howled through the endless rows of barbed wire shaking several bodies that were hung up on it. The stench of burning flesh and death hugged the ground like a FNG when encountering his first barrage. No matter how long you fought you never did get used to that smell. It was always there; it permeated your clothes and dug into the deepest parts of your soul.
Joe shook his head and took his last drag from his cigarette; the bitter taste of filter filled his mouth. He drew the smoke into his lungs and held on to it for dear life. This was the last smoke he had and supplies were scarce since the Indian navy had severed the railroad lines back home. You tend to learn these things after a decade in the army.
“Joe you know those thing will kill you right?”
Joe exhaled, coughed and chuckled, “If Indians cavalry, English artillery, and Persian bullets haven’t gotten me yet then what the hell is a little smoke going to do?”
Sam shot Joe a disapproving look, “All right it’s not my job to talk people out of killing themselves.”
“Nope you job is to commit suicide when I tell you to, Private.”
“Yes sir, Sergeant, over the top and into your ancestors arms.”
“You know I’m beginning to wish that my ancestors had wiped yours off the map instead of conquering them. That way I would have to hear that damn Chinese saying a million times a day.”
“Well if that happened then who would have shown you that Iroquois “entertainment” house back in Grand River?”
“Hum, you may have a good point there. What was that girl’s name again?”
“Dances with GI’s”
The two comrades in arms laughed at the crude joke.
Sam went back to cleaning the machine gun that he and Joe operated. He contemplated their situation, normally a sergeant and a private would not be operating a machine gun together, but after the Coventry campaign in ‘07 and Cambridge earlier this year the unit was a little stretched for resources. It didn’t help that the Indians seemed to have an endless supply of cavalry to throw at them either. But that is why the government had given most of their boys some new toys to play with before the war started. Sam patted the machine gun and smiled, he would have loved to see the looks on the Indian’s general’s faces when their troops ran into these babies for the first time. Guess their Persian allies weren’t the most technically advanced nation after all.
But the old saying proved to be true; the shortest kept secrets are military ones. It was barely over a year before the Persies started to show up at the prom with a little spiked punch of their own. Although the Indians were still coming at us with revolvers and muzzle loading rifles. Guess their alliance wasn’t as sound as their propaganda would lead us to believe.
A messenger came running down the muddy trench with an old beat up leather bag strung around his shoulder.
“Hey Louie, you got anything interesting in that magic bag of yours?” Sam yelled.
“Just an order from New York authorizing our withdrawal from English territory and then our immediate surrender to Persian authorities.” Replied Louie.
The smart-ass response didn’t phase Sam one bit, “Hot damn, does that mean I can finally go back home to Beijing and think about living past 25?”
“Not if the Persies turn you over to the Indians, for some reason they are still mad about us burning down 5 of their cities in the last war.”
“Sore losers” Sam muttered to himself as the messenger hurried along his way to the field command building.
Sam leaned back against some sandbags, “Joe you were in the last war against the Indians weren’t you?”
“Yep I was 4 months out of boot when the shooting started, my first post was in Nagano to help watch the new frontier with the Indians. The place was complete chaos, after the fall of Tokyo and the ensuing surrender of the Japanese Kingdom refugees were pouring over the border. Thousands of them, all telling stories atrocities committed by Indian occupation troops, real bone-chilling stuff.”
“Well after 150 years of off and on warfare that is not surprising, there was some deep seeded hatred between the Japanese Kingdom and the Indian Empire”
“Well someone paid attention in his high school history class didn’t they? Anyway back to the story, after about 2 weeks of this Indian occupation troops arrived at the border and sealed it. Anybody who tried to cross was shot on sight, didn’t stop them from trying though.”
“You just sat there at watched it, you didn’t intervene?”
“We were specifically ordered not to do anything, we were in no position to repeal an Indian attack at the time. Of course some people disobeyed and helped sneak refugees over, but if they were caught they would be transferred out of there immediately.”
“Just a transfer, no court marshals?”
“Nope, cause the government had already decided that war was inevitable, you see with the fall of the Japanese there was a shift in the balance of power on our continent. Without the Japs around to check their growth the Indians could now pose a direct military threat to us. A decision was made to send two armies north right along the old Indian-Japanese border to cut off the Indians from their new conquests. They just needed a reason to declare war, that’s where the refugees stepped in.”
“You mean you think that the stories of atrocities were just propaganda so the population would support the war?”
“No the atrocities were real, but that was not the main reason for the operation. We needed to slow down Indian growth to buy time to get a technological edge so we could then remove them by force.” Joe pointed to the machine gun, “That right there is the reason for the so called Rescue war.”
“Did you stay in Nagano, or did you go with one of the Generals?”
“A week before war was declared I was transferred to an infantry division in Jackson’s army. We were there to provide protection for the two cavalry divisions.” Joe stopped talking and looked up at Sam.
“Well are you going to tell me about your experiences in the war or are you just going to leave me hanging?”
“Depends on if you give me half of that chocolate bar you have in your pack. A man gets mighty hungry when recollecting.”

I have 3 other chapters done already so if you would like me to post them just ask.

what is that war? i never heard of a 1908 american-indian war, could you plz post more information about the war and why it started? i know a lot about wars and stuff but never heard of this one

Do post!

So far a well-done story :goodjob:

Please continue.

Ask and you shall recieve

Chapter 2

“America of the late 1800’s was the Elephant of the world. Large, intelligent, and dangerous, but not the most aggressive beast, all that changed with the fall of Japan in 1896.”
- America Rise of a Superpower

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Japanese Refugees

Sam sighed, got up and went over to his pack. He took out the chocolate bar broke it in half and tossed the smaller part to Joe, “Here you greedy bastard hope you choke on it. This thing cost me 2 packs of smokes.”
Joe caught the precious bar and bit off a small piece, “You got screwed, this is the worst piece of chocolate I’ve ever had. Now where was I, oh yea General Jackson’s march to the sea. I arrived in Grand River just in time to move north, my unit was one of the last ones to assemble. There were three armies in Grand Rapids, one under Jackson, another under Washington, and the last under Sherman. The day before the declaration we moved out marching north toward the border. Once we got there we were briefed on our general objectives. Our army was supposed to march north until we got to the North Sea, evacuating Japanese nationals on the way. Once we got to the sea we were to retreat back to America, burning everything behind us. General Jackson put it this way; “From the North Sea, to the Nagano range we will burn a line in the Earth visible from the stars themselves.”
“And while you were doing that Washington and Sherman were to go to Bombay to cap…”
Joe cut-off Sam in mid sentence; “No, no, no they were diversions, they were ordered to strike as deep into the Indian homeland as they could.”
“You mean their ultimate objective wasn’t to march into Bombay and seize those responsible for the atrocities?”
Joe let out a chuckle; “You were what 9 when this war started?”
“I was 10, but what does that have to do with anything?” Sam replied smugly.
“Well my young friend, as you figured out earlier there was a lot of propaganda put out by the government during this war. The papers said the goal of Washington and Sherman was arrest those in charge, but that was never feasible. Sure if by some miracle our forces made it to Bombay they would have captured those responsible. But it was never a goal of the operation. Their objective was to cut supply lines and keep Indian attention away from Jackson. But I digress; after the decleration was issued we traversed the Naganos and made our way across the Nagoyan desert. We met no resistance until we reached the outskirts of Hiroshima. I had just woken up and was making some coffee when a private ran through the camp yelling “To your stations, Indians approaching from the West!” I threw the coffee pot on the ground and grabbed my rifle. My unit formed on the first line of defense. We hadn’t been there for more then a day so our defenses consisted of some very basic earthworks and a couple of foxholes. I took position in one of these holes with a few other grunts. We stood there for about 15 minutes waiting for the Indians. Then we saw movement in the morning mist and they appeared.”
“Were you scared when you saw them Joe?”
“While we were waiting I was terrified, but when they came out of the mist our line burst into laughter.”
“Laughter, why in God’s name would you laugh at a time like that?”
“Cause the Indian’s that were marching toward us were armed with, and you better sit down for this, bows and arrows.”
Sam’s jaw hit the trench floor, as he let out a laugh that drew the attention of several nearby soldiers. “You’re kidding me, BOWS and ARROWS? What the hell were they thinking?”
“Apparently they were a bunch of old army veterans re-enacting an ancient battle between the Indians and the Zulus. They heard that we were approaching and decided to try and stop us”
“You guys didn’t open fire did you, that would have just been plain wrong.”
“No we didn’t, the word was passed back to the General, and 5 minutes later he sent out a Captain under a white flag. He met the Indian in charge and they talked for about 3 minutes before returning to their respective lines. I don’t know what was exchanged but suddenly the Indians started to string their bows. We didn’t know what to do and General Sherman looked completely dumbfounded. He ordered a volley of warning shots to be fired over the heads of the archers. So we did, but they had no effect. While we were reloading the Indians fired. I have to admit the sight of several hundreds of arrows sailing over a field is a pretty awe-inspiring thing. Until you see them start their downward arch that is. The entire unit hit the dirt and tried to find anything to cover themselves with. The effect of the barrage was minimal but a guy 5 feet from me got hit in the leg. His scream punctured what had been pretty close to dead silence. We finished reloading and the order was given to fire. What followed cannot under any stretch of the imagination be described as a battle. The Indians got of 3 more volleys before it was all over. Out of what had to have been 700 archers we took 23 prisoners, all of those severely wounded. To this day I still am shocked at the dedication and bravery of those men.”
“Wow, what happened next?”
“Well we packed up camp and headed to our first target the small city of Hiroshima”

And cause I'm in a good mood here is chapter 3

Chapter 3
“The battle of Nagasaki would decide the Rescue War, if the Americans won then the road to the North Sea would be wide open…”
Excerpt from TV series “Military Blunders”

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American infantry reinforcing the line during the Battle of Nagasaki

“After the slaughter at Hiroshima fields we marched on the city itself. There was an under strength unit of riflemen guarding the town. Some elements of our infantry division made a frontal assault while both cavalry units hit em from the flanks. They were not enough defenders to cover both their flanks and they surrendered after an hour or 2. We marched into what was once a large city. But it had been on the front lines of the last Indo-Jap war and had taken a beating. The city was in complete ruin; no building over 2 stories remained. The streets were littered with the charred corpses of the poor bastards that didn’t make it out before the city fell. We found several fresh mass graves, half the men including me were violently ill for our entire stay. Barley 10,000 people still resided there. This was the first city to fall to the Indians and their troops took out a century’s worth of frustration on it.”
“What did you do with the surviving defenders?”
“Well first the General made them clear the streets of the bodies and dig them all their own separate graves. After that he convened a meeting with the few remaining civilian leaders and left their fate up to them.”
“Did they take their revenge?”
“You could say that, piece of advice kid never, and I mean NEVER rape a Japanese city. The lower level foot soldiers were the lucky ones; they just got a bullet in the head. The middle and higher-ranking officials, man words can’t begin to describe the hell they went through. Several of our officers went to the Japanese and pleaded that they just shoot them but our pleas fell on deaf ears. Their screams echoing through the city streets still to this day haunt me.”
“We didn’t hear about that back home.”
“No I bet you didn’t, but that’s war my friend it brings out the worst our species has to offer. You only need to raise your head above this trench line to have that confirmed.”
Sam nodded in agreement, he had only been in the army for a year but he had seen the carnage of Cambridge. “So what did you do with the refugees?”
“Well we informed them that they better head on south to Nagano and Grand River cause we were going to be moving on in a week.”
“You guys were not worried that the Japanese would re-capture them?”
“No Washington and Sherman had our flank covered they would be safe on the road back. So they packed up and left, and a few days later so did we. This pattern was repeated in the next 3 cities we encountered.”
“You mean you killed every Indian that surrendered to you?”
“No every time a unit or a garrison surrendered we let the local civilians decide their fate. Every time except Hiroshima that decision was to let the rank-and file go back to India proper and take the leaders back to America for trial by the Japanese government in exile.”
“I remember those trials, they are still all in prison right?
“Last I heard they were, so anyway after 3 months we reached our halfway point Nagasaki. Now we had wondered why we had not faced significant opposition on our campaign. The answer was they were all waiting for us at Nagasaki. No less then 6 divisions of riflemen and were waiting for us. The city itself was pretty much intact so a direct assault would have been suicide. Thankfully general Jackson realized this, and decided to try and draw the defenders out into the open. We started to cut all roads and rails into the city, and sure enough the next day they came marching out ready for a fight. As I’m sure you know from history class the ensuing battle was a bloodbath. They threw everything they had right at our center. Chandra’s charge they called it, and what a magnificent sight it was. 18,000 Indians marching right at us, our line was frozen with terror. That is until we heard a familiar bugle call and our cavalry charged past us and toward the enemy. We cheered as they went by; surely they would inflict enough damage to force them to retreat. And they did inflict damage; the Indians took horrible casualties as our cavalry ripped through their flanks. But the holes in their line were filled and they kept on coming, slowly making they’re way across the field. A human wave about to come crashing down upon our heads.”
“If their casualties were so high why didn’t they retreat?”
“Nobody knows for sure, but the leading theory is that the Indian general had some family serving in Hiroshima and all he had on his mind was revenge. Regardless of his reasons the infantry marched into our rifle range and we opened fire. Volley after volley was poured into the oncoming mass until it was on top of our heads. Have you ever been in hand-to hand combat Sam?”
“No my only experience was in the closing days of Cambridge, mostly cleaning up small pockets of English resistance. And of course my highly enjoyable time here in this trench with you but no Indians have made it across no-mans land yet.”
“Well pray that they never do, because that hand-to-hand fight was the worst experience of my life. Our line quickly dissolved into a sea of turmoil. Everywhere I turned there was someone charging at me with a bayonet. And while I was dealing with him a second or third man attacks me at the same time. I was stabbed in the shoulder and gashed along my right arm.” Joe took off his shirt; “See here are the scars right here. I dropped to my knees and tried to stop the bleeding but there was too much going on around me. An Indian took a swing at me with the butt of his rifle but I managed to dodge it. He kicked me in the chest instead and I went down listening to 2 of my ribs crack. What a god-awful sound that was. I lay there screaming for a minute until someone started to drag me away. I blacked out from the pain and the next thing I knew I was in a hospital wagon retreating south.”
“You missed out on the rest of the battle?”
“Not only the battle, the war was over for me. Sure eventually I healed up perfectly, but by the time that happened the war was over. I followed the news of the defeat at Nagasaki, the destruction of Sherman’s army, Washington’s run to New Delhi, and the ensuing burnt earth retreat from a hospital bed in Nagano.”
“I’ve heard stories that many of those wounded early in the war became depressed while recuperating.”
“Yea I saw a few people lose it in the hospital, not me though I was just happy say I survived Nagasaki not may people can say that.”
“That’s true, but I got a question for ya Joe, you could have retired from the army with full honors and pension why did you stay in?”
“Oh simple kid, I knew we were going to go after the Indians again and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to be allowed a chance to finish what I had started.”


In game terms the war was a partial succses. I razed about 7 Indian cities and cut them off from thier only oil source. But the bulk of thier new Japanese cities remained connected to thier capital. As for my armies, I had a string of horrible luck. Sherman's was wiped off the face of the Earth, and Jackson was down to his last bar before I decided to cut my losses. Washington on the other hand made it into the Inidan homeland and manged to raze a size 6 city. And all the "refugees" that I aquired helped to finish upgrading my massive trasportation system in 4 turns. And after the war some strange things happended but that wil have to wait for my next update.

great story.. keep it up

I'm going to post chapter 4, but first you need to know what happened between the wars.
As you may recall I had just finished burning down some Indian cities and the northern part of my contenent had a big empty hole in it. The race was on, but there was only one snag. The Persians and the English transported colonists from accross the ocean and settled most of the empty land. I only got one city established, but that city happened to include the oil source(And later I would find out an aluminum). So in a realativly small piece of land you had American, Persian , English, and Indian cities. All of these cities were usless for production (The closest capital was India's and it was about 15-20 hexes away.)
During the next severl turns 2 alliances were formed. The first being Me, Egyptians(They were directly north of the Persians on the other contenint), and the Russians(The were the other civ on my contenent just east of what had been Japan) and the other consited of everybody else. The Indians, Persians(Technologicly equal to me but all thier production was accros the ocean),English(Located south of the Perisans this becomes important later) and the French (small backwards civ located on a large Isand in the ocean esast of me.) I saw what was coming and stared to crank out infantry, and artillery as fast as I could. Then one day in 1907 India attacked Russia and it was on.

Chapter 4
“The rumble started as a low drone, coming out of the south-east. Like artillery but instead of short bursts it was constant. We thought it was a cavalry charge, a large one. So we dug in and waited for the horses, after several minutes I looked up to the sky and screamed.”
-An Indian soldier’s recount of the first combat use of the airplane

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Cambridge after the final English retreat

Sam had a very puzzled look on his face, “Ok so you thought you had a score to settle but if I got wounded and taken away from this hell I would never put myself into a position to come back. I don’t understand why you did.”
“Well Sam that’s because this (Joe waved his hand in the air) is not what the last one was like. There was no stalemate; you were never in the same place more then a week or two. You didn’t fight for food with rats the size of cats. You didn’t sleep in a hole with 3 dead people because disease has made everyone so week they could lift more then 50lbs. The Rescue War wasn’t fun but it was a fu^&ing vacation compared to this place.”
“So if you survive this you’re going to retire from the army?”
“Without hesitation, after the cease-fire is signed I’ll be on the first train back to Denver.”
“And I’ll be riding your ass like a hemroid”
Joe smiled, “Ah yea Denver, home. Haven’t been back there since my transfer to this unit 3 years ago.”
“You got a wife back there, Joe?” Sam asked
“Na after I got out of the hospital I was to busy living it up to think about getting married. Then I got stuck with a recruiting job. I couldn’t stand it, sitting behind a desk telling recruits lies so they would sign up. Yes absolutely you can pick whatever station you want, and what job you want. Can’t believe I was able to spew that BS while keeping a straight face.”
“Why didn’t you retire then?”
“After 6 years I was seriously thinking about it, but then tensions started to rise, the Persians and English entered the picture. I requested a transfer to this unit, and with it looking like war coming I got it. So I was back where I started; Nagano. Played boarder guard there for a year, then the unit was moved back to New York for re-training.” Joe shot a glance over to the machine gun.
“Wow New York, never been they’re myself but I’ve heard stories.”
“Well kid believe every word of them, New York just brings out your wild side. I remember I was at a bar drinking and I started to talk to this guy from Cleveland. Turns out him and his brother where in town to show a new contraption of theirs to the army command. Told me it was a flying machine, now by that time we were all highly intoxicated so I thought he was joking. I told him only a fool would believe that you could make a machine that would fly. He said only a small-minded idiot would doubt something before he saw it. One thing led to another…”
Sam interrupted, “Hold on Joe you’re telling me that you took a swing at one of the Wright brothers!”
“No, the son of a ***** took a swing at me! Connected too, damn near broke my jaw. So I grabbed a beer bottle and broke it on the counter. But his brother and a few of my friends broke the fight u.”
“I can’t believe this, you do realize the irony of you almost killing one of the Wright brothers?”
“Yes I do my life has been saved countless times by air strikes on the Indians, and if my buddies hadn’t of stopped me we might be fighting at Grand River not New Delhi. But that’s what I’m saying about New York it makes you do strange things.”
“I can’t believe you weren’t court-marshaled.”
“They started to think about it, but then decided that a worse punishment would be sending me up to the front. So I went with this unit to guard the English border. I was there when the Indians attacked Minsk and this mess started.”
“Ah yes the beginning of the war, everybody back home was excited to have another go with the Indians, thought that with our new weapons it would be a cakewalk.”
“Yep we vets had the same feelings, and at first it was. You said you were at Cambridge?”
Sam nodded, “I signed up and 4 months later I was shooting at limeys in Cambridge.”
“Well the first battles were not even as bad as Cambridge, we would approach the enemy, they would charge and we would open fire with our machine guns at it would be over. Cities would be pounded with artillery then we would overwhelm whoever was left. Then came Coventry, and those damn Persian “advisors” showed up. I’m telling you thank god most of their forces are dealing with the Egyptians, or we would be in deep trouble over here. They know how to fight a modern war, not like the Indians or English who are stuck in the 19th century.”
“Or the French, who are stuck in the 17th.”
Joe let out a deep belly laugh, “The FRENCH oh kid you’re killing me they just stopped using round musket balls for the love of god!”
“Yea I know, I mean the audacity of them actually declare war on us. They have a snowball’s chance in hell.”
“The only thing that’s keeping us out of Paris is the Atlantic. We can’t spare the resources to build an invasion fleet. We need every able bodied man to hold the line here. Cambridge proved that.”
“Yea I was on the front lines the day they counter-attacked. Almost my entire unit was wiped out. Would have had to abandon the town if wasn’t for the air core. We had to go back to Grand River where we were folded into this unit.”
“And that’s when you had the distinct pleasure of meeting me.” Joe paused for a second, “You remember the march up here?”
“Yea, all the wounded guys coming back from the front warning us about this.” Sam waved his wand around.
“Yep and I told you, don’t worry kid I’ve been in the Army for a decade and I aint never seen anything like that.”
Sam snorted, “If only we believed em, we could have saved ourselves a hell of a lot of pain.”
Joe was about to agree when he a rather large boom came out of the north. “S*&t barrage, everyone into the shelter!”

So we are finally back to were we started, and I want to know what do you think? Good, bad, ugly? This is my first major piece of writing and would love some opinions

is this a real life history or just a book story created for some person?
because i NEVER heard of a american indian or american japanese war in the late 1800s or before ww2

It's fiction, I'm taking a couple of wars I played in a Civ 3 game and inventing a story around them. It's called a creative AAR (After Action Report). The quotes are all made up too, and the pictues are of course real but they fit the purpose of the AAR so I put them in for atmosphere. Hope that helps clear things up for ya.

Exellent! A screenshot please? I want to known where is what, oyu know!

Very good story! :goodjob:

If you want anally pedantic criticism, :lol: I can PM you. No need to clutter up this thread with nit-picky stuff. Really, it's an excellent story! :cool:

JoseM - This forum is entitled Civ3 - STories and Tales. :D If this was history, it would belong down in the Colosseum, in the History forum.

Someone a few months ago noticed (and I'm too lazy to go search for the thread. :) ) that in the equivalent forums at the two major sites (Apolyton and CFC), Apolyton has more stories, and CFC has more succession games. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't have stories here! They add a lot to the flavor of the game! :D

All right people gather round for the next thrilling instalment.

Chapter 5
“The screams of the wounded filled the air, blood curdling screams. The soldiers in the trench looked at each other knowing they could do nothing, several broke down crying…”
-Opening lines from All Quiet on the Northern Front

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The wasteland known as no-mans-land

Joe, Sam and about a dozen other GI’s sat huddled in one of the trenches shelters. Outside the Persian artillery was raining down, a shell impacting every 4 or 5 seconds. With every explosion the ground rattled, and dust fell from the ceiling of the crude bunker. This unit had been on the front lines for a while, there were no newbies curled up in the fetal position in this group. Only battle hardened veterans that knew if the shelter were destroyed they wouldn’t feel it.
Sam turned to Joe and said, “This has been going on for several hours, a big attack must be on its way.”
“Or they want us to think that and commit our forces to this sector so they can hit us somewhere else.”
There was a slight pause then Joe and Sam both shook their heads, “Na, we aint that lucky.”
A shell hit rather close to the shelter, causing a plume of dust to rush in through the doorway. The small covered hole in the ground went black, the coughs of the soldiers resonated through the shelter. As the dust settled light slowly sneaked into the room, revealing a group of hungry dust covered men.
An eerie silence filled the air, but the men did not run out from under their protective cover. The Persians had tried to draw out the troops before only to begin the barrage again and catch some out in the open. But months of experience had taught the soldiers the sound they should listen for.
“Wait for it, wait for it.” Joe’s ears seemed to perk up like a fox.
It came drifting over no-mans land, the high shrill piercing scream of a single whistle.
“GO, GO, GO! To your stations, now!” Joe screamed as loud as he could.
The men around him had already sprung into action the second they heard the whistle. They were back to their machine guns and rifle positions within seconds. The roar of the charging mob overtook the sound of the whistle as the Indian and English infantry climbed up out of their trenches.
“Fire!”
The machine guns and Springfields roared to life, and the roars of the infantry quickly turned to screams. The first troops out of the trenches had gotten 15 yards before the bullets started to cut them down. The skilled American riflemen quickly took out the few that made it out of their own barbed wire and into open ground.
“Reload Sam!”
Sam took a new belt of bullets and reloaded the machine gun, “Joe over to the right they are making headway!”
He was right; about 15 yards down the line the mass of infantry had suffered surprisingly little casualties.
“****, the barrage must have gotten one of our machine gunners down there.” Joe quickly surveyed the situation. “They are not hitting us to the north as hard. Johnson, run over there and tell Peterson to relocate NOW!”
A nearby private sprung into action running down the line as fast as he could. Joe kept on firing the gun and keeping tabs on the chaotic situation to his right. He had gone through another belt, when two men ran behind him carrying a machine gun.
Joe glanced to his right again, the enemy was only 50 yards away. He glanced to his left to see if he could spare anyone else when an incredible roar was heard overhead. 4 F-2 “Broncos” dove out of the sky and strafed the horde. With each pass of the fighters 4 lines of infantry fell to the ground. After another run the steady rhythm of a machine gun could be heard.
The Indians started to fall en masse but it was too late, the mob had reached the American barbed wire.
Joe looked to his left the English had been stopped. “Johnson, tell half the squads to fix bayonets and reinforce the line to our right. Then run back to local command and scream for reinforcements” Johnson ran off again yelling “FIX BAYONETS!”
“Ok Sam lets move this gun to where it can be useful.”
Joe and Sam picked the gun up and started off to their right, as the cracks of Indian guns started to fill the air. They were quickly joined by many of their comrades.
Joe stopped and grabbed a periscope; he looked over the trench line. The barbed wire was doing its job; the Indians were having a tough time getting through. That would at least buy Joe some time to reinforce the line.
He and Sam reached a new firing position and set down the bi-pod as the Broncos pulled up from another strafing run. Sam pulled the trigger and started adding to the carnage. Before long so many Indian bodies were hung up on the wire that most of the shots were not getting through.
“Grenades, we can’t let them cut through the wire!”
Several of the riflemen put down their rifles and threw their grenades over the barbed wire. The resulting explosions ripped holes in the Indian mass, but a few fell short and blew open holes in the wire. The Indians quickly took advantage of this to make their way closer to the trench. This however exposed them to Joe and Peterson’s guns. More Indians fell but a few made it to the trench.
The first that jumped into the trench were impaled on the bayonets of the defenders. Their momentum however knocked those defenders onto the ground. Others came to fill the space but the second group of Indians had jumped down.
Brutal hand-to-hand combat followed as the dozen or so Indians that made it fought to make a beachhead.
“We have to stop them before they raise their marker flag.” Joe yelled
He set down the machine gun and picked up his rifle. There was a loud “CLICK” as he snapped on his bayonet. Sam and many others around them quickly followed suit and they ran off toward the melee. They got there as the last original defender fell. Sam raised his rifle and fired the shot hit an Indian busy re-loading his own musket. Joe and the others did also then charged the Indians. Ahead of them they saw several puffs of smoke and musket bullets flew by. But they kept on running, when they reached the Indians it was over fairly quickly. The Indians mainly used green troops for these charges, so when they got into close quarters many didn’t know what they were doing. Only a couple realized it was hopeless and surrendered.
As the new prisoners were lead away, Joe turned to Sam and pointed to his right arm, “You’re hit Sam.”
Sam look at his arm, a bullet had tore a hole in his shirt. The wound itself amounted to only a minor cut and one hell of a scrape. “Eh, I’ve cut myself worse shaving, don’t think they will be sending me home for it.”
“No probably not, but you better throw some whisky on it so it’s doesn’t get infected.”
Sam grimaced at the thought but knew he had to do it.
Johnson ran up to Joe and Sam with several dozen men in tow, he tried to talk but collapsed sucking in air like a vacuum. A Sergeant stepped out of the group and approached Joe, “Sergeant Miller, here to reinforce.”
“Sergeant Birchfield, glad to see you deploy your men along the trench.” Joe said.
The new Sergeant barked out orders to his men and they ran to take over the positions. He then turned back to Joe, “Got orders here from regional, you and your men are to head back for a little R&R.”
“When?”
“As soon as the current situation was resolved, and looks like it has been.”
Joe nodded, “We’ll take our wounded back to the field tents first.”
Joe informed the men and they started to make stretchers and loaded up the wounded. The battle weary unit shuffled off to the south. After dropping off the wounded at a medical station the continued south to Coventry. Along the way they passed a group of GI’s fresh out of boot.
One of them asked “How is it up there?”
Sam shook his head and replied “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

Ok next chapter Joe and Sam get some rest and we get to find out what's going on in the other theaters of war.

Padma: I would love some constructive critisism, feel free to pm me.

Das: Sorry I'm writing this from memory, so I didn't take notes or screenshots. I am however still playing the game, but it's 1970 and the region has changed quite a bit. I'll see what I can do with a paint program though.

You wanted a screenshot, and who am I to say no?

http://www.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=188833

AS you can see this was taken from later on in the game, I've marked where all the major places in the story are.

I was able to modify the world map without too much trouble so that gives you a reasonable idea of the current situation at the outbreak of WW1

Color code is:
Blue: Americans
Grey: Indians
Brown: Russians
Pink: French
Yellow: Egyptians
Green: Persians
Orange: English

Hope this helps you understand the geogrophy better.

Here is a quick update to hold you over

Chapter 6
“My job was to protect America’s security, not Egypt’s.”
-Excerpt from President Roosevelt’s memoirs

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Persian Torpeado misses an American transport

November 15th, 1908
Grand River
Joe and Sam opened the door to their room in the Hotel Iroquois.
Sam’s jaw hit the floor “Wow, look at those beds, they actually have clean sheets on them. I haven’t slept on clean sheets since my last time here in Grand River.”
“Yep lucky you got me as a friend or you would be at the barracks with the rest of the men.” Joe walked over to the bed and picked up a newspaper. “Hello, what do we have here? Yesterday’s edition of “The Grand River Post”, good I’ve read nothing but “Stars and Stripes” for the past 6 months. It’ll be good to find out what’s actually going on in the world.”
“Hey Joe throw me the sports would ya?”
Joe flipped through the paper, found the sports section and threw it at Sam.
Sam quickly went to the baseball section, “Hey look at this, while we were at the front the Cubs won the series. Says here it might be the start of a dynasty.”
“Oh those sports writers don’t know what the hell they are talking about.”
“Well this guys pretty sure, I quote “This could be the start of one of baseballs greatest streaks.” He means it.
“Yea right and then a pitcher will hit 60 homers in a season, get real. You need to pay attention to the sections that matter like world news.”
“How are our allies doing?”
Joe shook his head, “Not very good Cairo fell 2 weeks ago, and the Egyptians are in full retreat. Problem is they don’t have much further to go, says here they got about 2 months before they are completely destroyed. The Persians are not accepting anything less the complete surrender. Although they did sign a treaty with the English giving them their entire East coast.”
“We can’t do anything about it?”
“You know full well that all the manpower we have is going toward holding off the English, Persians, and the Indians. Not to mention that our navy is not large enough to clear a path to the Egyptian continent. Not with those damn Persian subs all over the place.”
“Hope the news about the Russians is better.”
“Well says that their front has stabilized outside of Kiev. Guess the Indians see us as the greater threat. What else is in here, ooh the Indian navel raiding party south of here was wiped out by a destroyer squadron and the rail lines back home have been restored. A French invasion force was wiped out off the coast of China. There are reports of rioting in Indian controlled Japanese cities. Egyptians rebels severed several rail lines heading to New Karachi. WOW, president Roosevelt has told the press that the Indians have come forward with several peace offerings, and that negotiations might begin before the year is over.”
“You’re kidding me, we could be home by spring!”
“That’s what it says, man to think I might actually survive this. The thought never really occurred to me. But no need to get optimistic yet that can be a dangerous thing up at the front.”
“Maybe, for me it will make life a little bit easier knowing that it could end any day.”
“Well we can worry about that when we go back to the front. Until then let’s enjoy our leave. And that means we are going out drinking.” A large smile crept across Joe’s face. Lets see if my liver has recovered from my last leave.”
Joe and Sam walked out of the hotel room and headed off to the local bars. Apparently Joe’s liver hadn’t lost its tolerance cause they didn’t return until 5 pm the next day.
They were walking into the hotel when the evening paper was delivered. Joe walked up to the stack grabbed one, and tossed a nickel to the paperboy. He looked at the front page and stood there staring at the headline, speechless.
“Joe what the hell is it!” Yelled Sam.
“Look!” Joe turned the paper around so Sam could read the headline.
Egyptians, Russians Sign peace drop out of war!
Sam was speechless; several other people in the lobby had the same reaction.
Joe finally recovered and started to read the article out loud, “In separate ceremonies held this morning both the Egyptian and Russian governments signed peace treaties with the Persian and Indian governments. Details of the treaties are sketchy but rumors indicate that the Egyptians completely surrendered to Persian forces. They’re by effectively ending Egyptian sovereignty. The Russian-Indian treaty sets the new border as the current front line, with reparations to be paid by Russia. In a statement released from New York today, our governments response was, we are shocked by the Russian betrayal of our alliance. We were under the impression that we were in this together, but we were apparently wrong. We know that the Indians will not keep their word and now we are perfectly willing to let Moscow burn.”
Sam stood there shell shocked, “My god, we could be in some deep trouble Joe”
Joe was about to respond when a Captain ran into the hotel, “All leave is hereby canceled, report to the train station in 3 hours!”
Joe ran up to the captain, “Sir, we just got here after 6 months on the front lines how can they cancel our leave?”
The captain grabbed the paper from Joe’s hands, “This is how sergeant, now grab your pack and get you ass to the station!”
Joe motioned to Sam and they went to their room. Packing didn’t take long, and by midnight they were on a train bound for Cambridge.”

Thanks for some GREAT entertainment. This was some of the best writing I've seen on this site.Please, continue!

Wow, this is a busy fourm, it's been only a day since the last post and this was already on the second page.

plomeros: Thank you, nice to know I'm appreciated

Chapter 7
“We, have been abandoned by our allies, and left to fight this crusade on our own. And we will bear this burden as we have bore countless others. With pride, honor, and dignity. For we are Americans, and to abandon our principles would be a worse crime then the treachery we just experienced.”
-The closing lines of President Roosevelt’s speech to congress the day after “The Great Betrayal”

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English troops going "over the top" during the stalemate

December 20th, 1908
50 miles north of Cambridge
Sam sat in the trench shivering, the snow falling all around him. It was cold, the kind of cold that would make Eskimos wish for a vacation. He hugged his knees tighter, trying to keep in every ounce of heat. Winter had arrived with a vengeance a week earlier. It did have some advantages though; the Indians hadn’t launched an attack since the snow began to fall. And you no longer had to worry about the mud, it was frozen solid. The rats seemed to disappear too, and watching your spit freeze before it hit the ground provided hours of entertainment. But if you poked your head above the trench line it would still get blown off, so life was still miserable.
Joe came walking up carrying two cups he took a sip from one and grimaced, “Well this was hot coffee 2 minutes ago, now it’s only a few degrees from freezing.”
Sam grabbed one of the cups “Better then nothing at all.” He threw back the coffee like a shot of whiskey and grimaced himself, “Eh, my god that is the worst coffee I’ve ever tasted, what the hell did you do to it?”
“Well while I was preparing it my hands were shivering so much that I dropped the coffee grounds in some dirt. Rather then waste them I just scooped it all up and put it in the filter.”
Sam looked at Joe for a second, “Eh, there’s got to be some nutritional value in dirt right?”
“That’s what I figured, now what do we have in the way of food?”
“Well we got some beef jerky, topped with shredded beef jerky.”
“My kingdom for some fruit or vegetables.”
“Hey it could be worse, did you hear those gunshots followed by the horses screaming last night?”
“Yea thankfully we still got our supply line intact so we don’t have to eat our animals.”
Joe took a bite of his jerky, chewed hard and swallowed, “Speaking of luxuries from back home, look what I snagged from the last supply train.” Joe reached inside one of his pockets and pulled out a new pack of cigarettes. “Now all I need is a way of lighting one of these things. You got any matches?”
Sam swallowed his jerky and shook his head, “Nope sorry, not that they would be of any use in this wind.”
Joe looked around and his eyes centered on the machine gun they operated, “Bingo, watch this.” Joe went over to the gun and fired it until it overheated. He put the end of the cigarette on the hot barrel and inhaled. Sure enough, smoke emanated from Joe’s mouth. Joe sat back down with a smug look of satisfaction on his face.
Sam had a disapproving look on his face, “That is not an efficient use of government resources soldier.”
“What are you talking about, I saw something move out there.”
Both of the men laughed and finished their dinner.
Joe put out his cigarette and looked up to the sky, “I remember a time when I prayed for the snow to fall. I would wake up and dash to the window to see if the drifts were high enough to cancel school. My mom would come up behind me and lay her hand on my shoulder and say, “Sorry Joe, not high enough today go get ready.” I would whine and moan but it wouldn’t make a difference. But it didn’t matter how many times I was disappointed, every time it snowed I would run to the window my face filled with hope.” Joe looked back down to the ground, “And now I’m here in the trenches, where hope comes to die.”
Sam sat there mulling over what Joe had just said, “No you’re wrong, this is where hope flourishes. Whether it’s the hope of a cease-fire being signed tomorrow, or the hope of you getting shot in the ass and being sent home. In only a place like this can hope alone keep you going. It’s what makes you get up in the morning; it’s what keeps you from putting a bullet in your own head to end the nightmare. When everything else has been taken, there is always hope.”
Now it was Joe’s turn to mull over what Sam had said. He sat there contemplating for a while until he just slowly nodded.
Sam smiled. “Well I let you think about that one while I try and get some shut eye. Good night Joe.”
“Night Sam.”
And with that Sam crawled into one of the shelters and for the first time since he joined the army he fell asleep easily.

I know it's short that's why chapter 8 will be up later tonight. I was just writing and thought this would be a perfect place for a chapter break. Now enough wasting time, I've got writing to do.

Ok as promised

Chapter 8
“They climbed tentatively out of their trenches, they were ready to jump back in at a seconds notice. But slowly the walked through the wire and met each other in the middle. There they talked, joked, and traded for the better part of a day, then when the sun set they went back to their own lines and resumed trying to kill each other.”
-A reporter’s description of the New Years Truce of 1909

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American Aerial photos of the Indian trench lines

January 23rd, 1909
50 Miles North of Cambridge
Negotiations began in late December and ever since then the Indians had been attacking with everything they had, trying to get a better position at the bargaining table. There had been one or two breakthroughs but they were quickly contained and repulsed. Then last week the bombshell had been dropped; the Persians had agreed to a cease-fire. That pretty much signaled the end of any Indian or English attacks, since it would be utterly helpless without any artillery support. During this time the Americans had built up their strength and were ready to try to do a little negotiation by force of their own.
Sam walked out of the shelter and was welcomed by the smell of fresh coffee. Ever since new years new troops had been pouring in. And with them came fresh food, water, ammo, and clothing. Morale was at its highest point in years, there was a feeling that they would all be home by spring.
He found Joe scanning no-mans-land with the periscope. “What do you see out there Joe?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Then why are you looking?”
“Just curious that’s all”
“No I know you, you are not the curious type.” Sam looked around and put two and two together. “So when do we go over the top?”
“Who says we are?”
“Oh please, we’ve been building up our men for almost a month. Not to mention we have been bombarding them a lot more then normal. I’m not an idiot, were going to attack, they just haven’t told us grunts when.”
Joe sighed and put down the periscope. He leaned in toward Sam and whispered, “I’m only telling you this because it will become public knowledge in less then a hour, today around noon.”
Sam stared into space for a minute, then said, “Well then looks like I’ve got some letters to write.”
“You go do that, but it might not be necessary.”
“What do you mean it won’t be necessary, just sticking your head above that line is suicide, let alone your entire body.”
“Well first off, since the Persians are gone they don’t have any machine guns over there, and second we’ve been told that we got one hell of a surprise for them.”
“Well what is it?”
“They wouldn’t say, they only told us to make sure we are in our shelters by 11:45.”
“I hope it’s not just artillery, that never softened us up very much.”
Joe shrugged, “Guess we’ll find out in about 2 hours. Now go write your letters while I tell the rest of the men.”
Sam went into one of the shelters while Joe went down the line informing the men. By 11:40 Sam had finished his writing and everyone was inside their shelter.
Joe looked at his watch, “5 minutes to spare, no need to risk it.”
Sam looked at Joe, “Yea why risk dying now instead of in 15 minutes?”
Joe shot Sam a glare when a he herd a slight rumble, “What is that, sounds like something big is coming this way. Like a plane but deeper.”
Sam listened carefully, “Na, it’s almost on top of us and it’s too quiet to be a plane, they don’t fly that high. Sounds like a several large trucks heading this way.”
Then another sound overtook the rumble; it was a high-pitched whine like an artillery shell descending. But there had been no explosion to announce its launch so that couldn’t be it.
The sound got louder and louder, then the earth seemed to explode. The shaking went on for several minutes then suddenly as it came it stopped.
Joe and the others carefully poked their heads out of the shelters; there was an amazing amount of dust in the air. So much that it looked like dusk instead of mid-day. The rumbling was retreating to the south. A captain ran up to Joe, “Get your men up to the line, we go in 2 minutes!”
Joe nodded and the captain ran off to inform everyone else. Joe turned to his men “You herd the man to your stations now!” Everyone went to the trench wall.
Joe looked through the periscope again. He saw nothing but smoke coming out of the Indian lines, and about a million new craters had just appeared. He put the periscope down and a look of complete astonishment was on his face.
“What is it Joe, what the **** just happened!” Sam asked
“All of their barbed wire is gone.”
Sam was about to answer when the whistle blew. The men climbed up out of the trench and braced themselves for the oncoming onslaught. But it didn’t come, they ran through the wire and out into open ground yet still no shots were fired. Joe was right all of the Indian barbed wire was blown to pieces, so the men arrived at the Indian trench unopposed. They stopped dead in their tracks and stared at what was before them.

Keep it coming! This story is great? Are you still playing or have you finished this game?

I'm still playing, currently the game is at 1980. I need to finish it one of thses days.

yeah nice story.. continue plz, its interesting.

Continue the dang story!

My apologies about the delay, but two old friends of mine surprised me by flying in 2 weeks ago. So most of my time has been spent with them. But they leave on Monday and I'll finish up this story sometime next week.

This is a very good story which reminds me of a book i am reading. Keep writing!

Hello agian readers!
I apologize about the long wait but I've had one hell of a case of writers block combined with a heavy dose of real life. But that has passed and now like a Pheniox rising fom the ashes, here is Chapter 9 of "The Great War, Northen Front" Enjoy

Chapter 9
“The total cost of the war can of course never be ascertained, but here is a fact to think over. If the war never happed the total world population today, 20 years later would be almost 50% higher.”
-WWI a Retrospective

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American Artillery in Action

January 23rd, 1909
50.25 Miles North of Cambridge
The men just stood there staring, not believing what they saw. The entire Indian defensive network was gone. The trenches themselves were now just a series of smoldering craters. Body parts of the defenders littered the landscape. Whatever had happened had wiped the defenders off of the map. Very few shelters survived and now the few survivors stumbled out of them. They just stood there looking around not reacting to the sound of the oncoming American troops. (It was later found out that they were infact deaf, the concussions had collapsed their eardrums). They finally spotted the Americans and threw their arms up in surrender.
“My god Joe what the hell happened here?”
Joe didn’t answer, he was in very deep thought trying to figure out what could do this. As he was thinking the order was given to advance deeper into Indian Territory. They got a mile and a half before they met any kind of opposition. In that mile and a half they collected 16 prisoners, none else was found alive.
The Americans took full advantage of the breakthrough; troops poured through the hole in the Indian lines. The second and third line forces could not take the pressure and they fell easily. They fought their way through a stunned rear support area and by nightfall the entire Indian army in the sector was either dead or captured. Nothing stood between the Americans and New Karachi.
That night Joe, and Sam were sitting around a campfire trying to figure out what happened.
“What in God’s name could have done that?”
“I don’t know Sam, in my ten years of armed service I have never seen anything like that. An entire square mile of land just flattened, nothing left. Whatever it was accomplished what we had been trying for a year in just 15 minutes.”
“It sounded like the biggest artillery barrage in history, but we didn’t hear the shells traveling overhead. We just heard that low drone, and then all hell broke loose.”
“It’s that drone that’s the key, Sam. It was like a group of large airplanes.”
“But you said it was too far off, they can’t fly that high.”
“Well can you think of anything else?”
“Maybe we snuck a hell of a lot of people over there and they planted tons of TNT?”
“Please Sam, if you believe that then I got some swamp land in Cedar Springs to sell you. No the only logical explanation is a new heavy type of plane that carries a modified artillery shell.”
“Well if that is the truth then this war is as good as over. The Indians can’t even shoot down our low flying fighters, how can they possibly combat this new weapon?”
Joe nodded, “Yep, but it won’t be won on the battlefield, this was a bargaining ploy. Now then Indians will be so scared that we can do this that they will sign the peace that we want. This war could be over very soon.”
“Watch out Joe I think I might have heard a little bit of hope in your voice there.”
Joe smiled, “Well a lot of things have changed in the last 12 hours. Maybe there is room for a little hope now.”

January 30th, 1909
2 miles south of New Karachi
The last week had been one of complete chaos, the Americans had rapidly moved north overtaking countless Indian artillery and support troops. Resistance was light; apparently the Indians had abandoned any hopes of stopping the Americans before New Karachi. They hastily set up defenses in the city and waited for the attack.
The negotiations had been making progress but stalled again over the issue of reparations. So the American high command thought that another show of force would finally convince the Indians to end this now pointless war.
Joe looked through his binoculars; the city lay in front of him. It was a small town but still large enough to present a hell of a lot of problems to anyone who tried to attack. He could see the Indians had already thrown up roadblocks at just about every intersection. Nothing a little well paced artillery couldn’t take care off though.
He put down the glasses and turned to Sam, “Well there it is, what we have been working toward for the past year. You’re looking at a city about to be pummeled into oblivion. If you ask me we shouldn’t even waste the ammo, the Indians are in bad shape. If we were to just sit here I’m positive that internal pressure would force them to sign that treaty by spring.”
“You’ll get no argument from me, unfortunately, things back home are not that great either. I’ve heard rumors about ration riots in several cities. Of course the high command violently dismisses these rumors.”
“Well you know the old saying, “The more a rumor is denied, the more likely it is to be true.”
Sam nodded, “That’s what I’m afraid of, the army might be so anxious to end this war they might do something stupid.”
“Like attacking a city that hadn’t been properly…”
Joe searched for the right word, “…um, prepared?”
“Exactly.”
The 2 men stared at the setting sun, contemplating the consequences of such an attack. Both were silent as the watched the sun slowly sink behind the city.
Immediately after the sun had disappeared, their deep thinking was interrupted by the sound of hundreds of artillery pieces opening fire. The ground rumbled as the shells traveled to their destinations.
The massive crashes subsided long enough for Joe to get in a sentence, “Well my good friend all we can do now is hope.”
Sam smiled.

Don't even hope of it!

Does your battlefield look something like this?

I hope you'all like this photograph!

It is a 1:72 Tank Model of a Leopard 2A5, german main battle tank, the most modern tank these days. Either M1A2 nor T-90 can compete with it.

The nuke explosion is taken from a real picture...

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Uwe

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Originally posted by Ricobirch
Nice pic, but about 80 years too modern for this AAR.

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Ok people pop some popcorn, grab a beer and get comfortable, cause here it is the thrilling conclusion to; "The Great War-Northern Front"

Chapter 10
“The euphoria swept the nation like a plague. The years of hard work and sacrifice had finally paid off. Banks and Schools were closed for a week straight as the country celebrated the end of the war.”
-Pg. 632 from a High School History book circa 1963

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Military Cemetary just north of Cambridge

February 6th, 1909
2 Miles South of New Karachi
Sam stared at what used to be New Karachi; all that remained were several extremely large piles of rubble. What the artillery hadn’t leveled the continuous fires had. It didn’t look like anything could have possibly survived. But through a pair of field glasses, you could see movement in the ruins. Now instead of a thousand defensive positions, there were a million. Sam sighed, this was going to be a lot harder then it needed to.
Joe walked up next to Sam and looked at the city for himself, “Well, looks like we are going to earn our pay on this one.”
“Looks like it, sure glad that we are not the unlucky bastards that have to go in first.”
The two men turned around and looked at the soldiers of the first wave. There before them was a group of several hundred men dimly lit by several campfires; most of them green as the money in their pockets. Their hands wrapped around their knees as tight as possible. They would visibly shake with each crash of the artillery. Some had managed to get some paper and were trying to write letters, a few were in tears.
Joe slowly shook his head, “My god, what a waste.”
“Better them then us.”
Joe looked at his watch, “The sun will start to rise soon, shouldn’t be too long now.”
As if on cue a captain emerged from a nearby tent and nodded to a sergeant, it was time. One by one the attacking soldiers got up, grabbed their weapons, and moved to the forward positions. The on-looking veteran’s stood on both sides of the advancing troops, forming an impromptu honor guard.
As the units started the advance on the city, the artillery, which had subsided for a moment, started up again at full force. Shells were falling all over the line of advance, thoroughly confusing the remaining Indian defenders. After 5 minutes the guns stopped and the field was eeriely silent.
The sun started to peak above the horizon as the first wave reached the defenders. The silence was shattered by the sounds of the Indians opening fire. The white puffs of the muskets seemed to come from every opening in the rubble. Many attackers fell as the rest broke into a full charge.
The final battle had begun.

February 15th, 1909
New Karachi
“Sniper!” Yelled Joe.
The entire unit immediately dove for any cover they could find. The screams of the man that had been hit echoed through the narrow street.
Joe peeked around the corner of the building he took cover from; a puff of smoke was slowly dissipating from a large pile of rubble about 20 yards down the road from him. Suddenly the brick 2 feet above his head exploded as the sound of the second shot resonated through the air. Joe snapped back around the corner and yelled, “Careful there is more then one! Jones where are you hit?”
Jones didn’t answer, he just screamed
“Ok, sit tight we’ll get to you soon. Did anybody see where that second shot came from?”
Sam replied, “Yea, about 5 yards to the left of the first one.”
“Ok, everybody listen up, on my signal I want Alpha squad to lay down fire on that pile of rubble. The rest of you move up to the next intersection. Then you will lay down covering fire as Alpha advances. Everyone understand?”
The platoon barked out a series of “Rogers”.
“OK, COVERING FIRE!”
The men went into action, the platoon of veterans carried out the orders to the letter. Soon the platoon had advanced up to the pile of rubble and were searching for the snipers. They found one body, shot through the head.
“Damn, the other one got away, he must have retreated immediately after firing. He knew that ancient musket gave a way his position, un-like his companion here. Well that will be the last mistake he ever makes.”
Joe turned around to check on Jones, a medic was hunched over him working furiously. The medic looked up at Joe and shook his head.
Joe nodded and said, “Make him as comfortable as you can.”
The medic grabbed 3 morphine needles from his bag and injected them into Jones. His screaming slowly subsided, most of the platoon gathered round to comfort the man as life slowly drained away from his face. It was soon over; Joe leaned over the corpse and gently closed his eyelids. He then removed the dog tag from his neck and stood up.
“Smith, Miller, you got stretcher detail.”
The two men made a crude stretcher out of a blanket and two near by 2x4’s. And picked up Jones’s body. The platoon then started the march back to camp.
Later that day Joe and Sam were sitting around a table. Sam was helping Joe write letters to the kin of the soldiers he had lost over the past few days. Joe had neglected this grizzly duty for 4 days now. Casualties were becoming less frequent so now was the time to catch up with the paperwork. It hadn’t been that way at first, the first few days of the attack were bloodbaths. The Indians had taken shelter in the cities sewer system. Most survived the artillery barrage, and rooting out those sewers was nasty business. But the American numerical and technological advantage proved over-whelming. And a week after it started the last organized resistance was driven from the city. The past few days had seen a massive mopping up operation. Most patrols were just un-eventful strolls but every once in a while a straggler or two would pop up and cause some damage. The rest of the day was spent hunched in front of radios waiting for those 4 little words that would end this nightmare.
“Joe how does this sound; Dear Mrs. Jones, as Adam’s commanding officer it is my sad duty to inform you that your husband, was shot today while on patrol in New Karachi. Our medic did all that he could, but his injuries were too severe to repair. You should know that his last thoughts were of you and your two boys. And when he passed on he had a smile on his face knowing he had done his part to protect his family. Adam was as fine a solider as you could find in this army. He performed his duties with honor and dignity that served as an inspiration to everyone around him. I hope this will in some way make you grieving that much easier.”
“Very good Sam, better then anything I’ve ever written.”
“Yea well writing was one of my stronger skills in school. As a matter of fact I’m thinking about writing a book after the war is over.”
“What are you going to write about?”
“Well my experiences here in the army of course.”
“Come on Sam, who is going to want to read about a silly little private’s experience in a war like this?” Joe jokingly asked.
“Well I’m sure there are a few misguided souls out there that want to hear what I have to say.”
“Whatever you say Sam, come on lets go send out these telegrams.”
Joe and Sam grabbed the dozen or so letters and walked out of the tent. It was an unusually warm February day. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun was burning bright as it started its downward trip to the horizon. Men were taking advantage of it by playing some baseball, writing letters, or just taking a much-needed nap.
They arrived at a very crowded Com tent. Joe shoved his way through the crowd, “What the hell is going on here?”
A nearby private blurted out, “Something big happed back home last night, they are expecting an announcement any time now..”
Sam ran up, “If you’re joking with us I’m going to put one between your eyes.”
The private replied, “No joke man, that come straight from an army news report.”
Joe nodded, and made his way to the telegraph operator, “These are to go out as soon as possible.”
The operator read over one of the telegrams, “Of course Sergeant.” He then turned back to his set and started to tap the telegraph madly.
Joe went back to Sam, “Come on Sam lets get out of here, it’s too crowded in here.”
“But what if the news comes, I want to hear it first.”
“If it’s important they’ll let everybody know.”
Sam nodded and the two men went outside and joined the baseball game. They played until evening chow was called. They were walking to the mess tent when the PA system crackled to life. Everybody in the camp immediately stopped what they were doing and looked up to the nearest speaker.
A deep voice cam over the airwaves, “Ladies and Gentlemen this is Dan Roberts of RCA radio news. We now go live to the steps of the capital where I’m told the President is about to make a speech. The next voice you here will be that of the President of the United Sates of America.”
“My fellow Americans, I speak to you today on a date that will be remembered for generations. For the past 3 years we as a nation have collectively suffered through the pains of war. Every sacrifice made by our brave men on the front has hurt as all. The selflessness of our boys has brought tears to my eyes on more then one occasion. Our nation will mourn for these lost souls for years to come. But I stand before you today to inform the world that those gallant men did not perish in vain.”
The camp was so quiet you could hear a fly’s heartbeat
“Last night at 2 AM our diplomats completed a cease-fire agreement with the Indian Empire. As of the top of the hour, the war is over.”
The camp exploded as the men celebrated the news. People were in tears as the shouted, hugged, laughed, and screamed. The rest of the Presidents address went unnoticed by most of then men. He had already said the only words that mattered.
That night witnessed the biggest party the army had ever seen. The celebration lasted long into the night.
Joe and Sam walked out of a tent holding their beers. They went to a nearby hill and sat down. Joe took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Sam looked over, smiled and said, “Hey Joe, you know those things will kill you right?”
They were still laughing 15 minutes later when the sun started to rise.
“My god, Joe that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
“Yes it is, you know recently every time I see a sunrise I get the feeling that no matter what happened the day before it doesn’t matter. It tells you that today things might get better. It fills you with a sense of…”
Joe smiled, “Hope.”

So there you go my 22 page WW1 epic, I hope you all had as much fun reading it as I did writing it.
As always if you would like to know more, I'm just a pm away.

What was the peace treaty? The results of war? Several, several?

Well the terms of the treaty were as follows: I keep all conquerd territory, (Basicly everything up to New Karachi) I recive several luxury items, I get some workers, and I recived 35 gold per turn for 20 years.

I was damanding around 45-50 gold but most of my homeland cities had been rioting for a while and improvments were being destroyed. My production was cut in half, and I was losing about 50 gold a turn. My treasury was about to go into the red. So after the fall of New Karachi I dropped my offer to 35 gold per turn and they accepted.

This however didn't end the war, the English and French refused to sign a white peace! So after a few new key technologies were discovered I decided to force the issue, but that tale will have to wait for my next story.

Shame I can't opren the screenshot anymore...

Works fine when I click on the link.