Nickname: USV, Vietnam
Capital: Saigon
Government: Colonial Military Junta
Leader: General Walter Kurtz
Description: "Gentlemen, welcome to Vietnam"-Cpt. Martin Walker, MIA, last recorded transmission before engaging insurgents in the jungle
"The Vietnam War was a quagmire to all of America, a scar that haunts them to this day. Once the French lost control of Indochina, America became the guardian of the anti-communist southern half. South Vietnam was under attack, both from the invading NVA, and from communist guerrillas known as the Vietcong. At first, America sent only military advisors, but would eventually send over a half million troops to engage the enemy directly.
That's when it all came wrong. The public was against the war. The generals back home thought you could beat an insurgency simply by bombing them into the stone age. But I knew that's not how it worked. In the harsh, unforgiving jungles, you had to strike fear into the enemy. Not fake fear from bombs; but real savagery. Kurtz's Special Forces did exactly that; and for a while, the White House was happy. Then we decided to broadcast exactly what we did. They tried to take him out.
The first guy, Colby was his name, he liked what Kurtz did and ended up joining us. Then they sent this assassin named Willard. I heard Kurtz entertained the idea of letting Willard kill him, to end the horrors he created. But then I realized, no, we still had work to finish. The chickenhawks wanted a victory, and by God I was going to give them one
I shot Willard, and then moved on into my master plan. We were going to coup the South Vietamese government and take over the war effort myself. The details are very, very complex and intricate, so I'll save the story for another time, but as you know, it worked. We were now in control, and my first act was to demand an oath of allegiance to all remaining American troops in the region. Those who refused were executed.
We brought the war to the enemy. Entire villages were wiped off the map as I made sure every damn pinko was dead. Then, emulating Sherman, we marched towards Hanoi, burning anything in my path. The Chinese were too chicken to stop us, and anyone who resisted soon learned what lead tasted like.
Vietnam was united, under us. We killed the pinkos, every last one. The UN called us a bunch of neo-imperialists, the US disavowed us and threatened a second invasion that never came, and the USSR wanted to drop the bomb on us. But we didn't care. We just moved onto Laos, and Cambodia, making a new society for us. We were broken; we could never return to America. But we could have our own land, our own country. Our own Vietnam.
We welcomed our borders to any (non-pinko) soldier who wanted to defect to us. It was to be our paradise. Our Outer Heaven. So yes, to America, Vietnam will always be the shameful scar. To us? It is our salvation."
-Unfinished Memoir of an unidentified Green Beret (deceased)
